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Just Wondering

Yesterday morning I was happy to see Kate smile when I woke her for lunch. I told her it made my day to see that smile, and she beamed. Then I told her I would like to take her to lunch. As she started to get out of bed, she wanted to do it on her own without any help from me. Once she was on her feet, she had second thoughts. She extended her hand for me to guide her to the bathroom. It was the kind of moment I felt as though she knew my name and our relationship. Then she asked who I was. I gave her my name and said that I was her husband. She didn’t believe I was her husband, and I said, “Well, let’s say we are friends, very good friends.” She liked that. The balance of the day there were moments when I was sure that she knew me as her husband but many when she did not. She responded to me the same way regardless. In addition, she continued her expressions of appreciation for my taking care of her.

As I reflect on the day, I would say it was a very good day. She was just as confused as ever, but she was happy. What’s more I was happy along with her. I know, however, that many people would not understand this. For example, before Kate got up yesterday, I made up a Rotary meeting I had missed two weeks ago. As I watched from my computer, one of the club members gave an update on several older members and noted that one of them was “suffering with Alzheimer’s.” That is a frequently used way to say that  someone is “living with Alzheimer’s” or simply “has Alzheimer’s.” I know the speaker is probably not in touch with how the “Alzheimer’s community” (all people with dementia as well as those who are caregivers or professionals in the field) is beginning to talk about the way we refer to the disease. Many of those with dementia as well as professionals advocate our dropping the word “suffering” when we say that someone has the disease because it can be very misleading.

Speaking for myself, I find “suffering” not to be a good descriptor of Kate’s experience. There is no denying the changes in our lives that I wish hadn’t happened. Most of all I hate those moments of anxiety, fear, or panic that she has sometimes experienced. I feel similarly about all the moments when she recognizes that “something is wrong” with her. I wish she had never had Alzheimer’s, but that is clearly out of my hands.

The only thing that she and I can do is make the best of it, and I believe we have done that. We have kept our focus on what I call our Happy Moments. We take great satisfaction in them and try to put aside the sad ones; therefore, describing our lives as “suffering” doesn’t seem accurate at all. I do, however, wonder about the future. I’m not at all sure exactly what it holds for Kate or how I will respond. I am encouraged by the fact that each of us has been able to adapt thus far. I also know that my father managed well and took care of my mother to the end. He experienced a good bit of stress, but my load is and will continue to be easier than his because I have help and plan to increase it as needed.

Even if this last stage brings with it more sadness than happiness, I believe that saying someone is suffering from Alzheimer’s is not an accurate generalization. I think the emphasis on suffering can be discouraging to those who are recently diagnosed at a time when they need encouragement. The truth is that it is possible for a couple to live happily for years before they encounter the most challenging aspects of the disease. Based on the accounts written by other caregivers, I suspect that some of them may have received the diagnosis late in the disease. That left them with a shorter period of the “almost normal” years. During those years they no doubt realized they were happy but not that they were living happily with Alzheimer’s.

Lest I be guilty of making my own inaccurate generalizations, I should acknowledge that there are a variety of different types of dementia. Each can have different symptoms and time frames. In addition, there are differences from person to person within each type. I suspect suffering with dementia can occur among all types, but I think it is not usually an accurate description of the whole journey for those living with dementia. Furthermore, there are individual differences among caregivers in terms of how we perceive our situations. I admit to being the kind of person who sees the glass as “half-full” rather than “half-empty.”

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An Early and Cheerful Start to an Emotional Day

Kate got up on her own about 9:30 yesterday morning. She didn’t seem groggy at all and was quite cheerful. I took advantage of the occasion and got her to shower. That’s not something she usually wants to do, but she always likes it once she is under the water. As I helped her dry off, I joked that this must be like having her own personal spa service at home. She laughed and said, “That’s something I like about you. You have a sense of humor.”

Her good humor did not indicate a lack of confusion. As she was putting on her shoes, she pointed to the carpet and said something about her mother. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but it sounded like she saw her mother on the floor.  It turned out there was a white spec on the dark blue carpet that bothered her. I think this was one of those instances in which she just couldn’t think of the correct word. How she made a connection to her mother is a mystery.

Because she was up earlier than usual, we had a little time before we needed to leave for lunch. I decided to make use of the time by showing her pictures of her family. We began in the hallway outside our bedroom where we stopped to look at those of her grandmother and mother. I tell her the same stories each time. She is always surprised and interested. She almost always guesses that the picture of her mother is her own photo. That is not something limited to this particular picture but others that we see in her various family photo books.

As I talked about her mother, she became very emotional. She was, as usual, struck by her mother’s smile and her eyes. Despite her interest, I gave her more information than she could take in and said she thought we should move on. Then she did something I have not seen her do before. She said goodbye, touched her fingers to her lips, and placed them on her mother’s face. Her feelings for her mother are even more intense now than ever. I got the sense that she thought we were in her family’s home in Fort Worth. I guess she was thinking that we were leaving to return to Knoxville. She wanted to take the picture with us. I was about to tell her she could when she said, “Maybe this is a better place for it.” I agreed.

We still had another thirty minutes before we needed to leave, so I brought her to the family room where we looked at a photo of our daughter’s twins when they were six or seven. I suggested we sit on the sofa where I could show her the photo book of her mother’s family. She was immediately taken by it and was very emotional as I told her the names and read her the text that accompanied the photos. We didn’t get further than a few pages because she was getting too much information, and it was close to time for us to leave. She said something she has said a number of times before. As I was reading the text, she asked me to write this down so that she could have it for the album that she wants to make. It always seems strange to me that she wants me to write it down when it is already so nicely summarized in her books. Of course, I am looking at this as someone who does not have dementia.

Before leaving for lunch, she thanked me for bringing her here and commented on the many experiences we had had in this place. I am making this sound more straightforward than it really was. She couldn’t find the words she wanted. I guessed what she was trying to say, and she agreed with my interpretation.

Her emotions were obvious in several other ways at the house and the restaurant. I gave her a little mouthwash but didn’t tell her not to swallow it. I think this was a first for me, and, usually, she is insulted when I tell her. This time she swallowed it. Fortunately, it was not Listerine. She doesn’t like that and would have reacted strongly. This was a Colgate product that does not contain alcohol, so it didn’t bother her at all. When she swallowed it, I reflexively told her she shouldn’t do that. She responded emotionally with tears. This time because she had done something wrong. As with other things, she is also mindful of and very sensitive about doing the right thing. I think that is what is behind all of her questions when we are eating out. She doesn’t like to make mistakes but knows she makes a lot of them.

When we arrived at the restaurant, our server rushed over to give her a big hug. Kate was overcome with emotion and was teary all the way to the table. As we talked during our meal and in the car on the way home, she had teary moments as we talked about our marriage and children. In keeping with her growing insecurity, she expresses her expressions of appreciation for helping her. There is no question but what she recognizes she needs help and that I am the primary person who provides it.

She surprised me after lunch. She didn’t say anything about wanting to rest. She sat down with her iPad and started working jigsaw puzzles. She did need occasional help, but she worked three and a half hours without a break. She still showed no sign of wanting to rest. It was a high energy day which is very unusual. The battery on her iPad was exhausted before time for bed.

She was very talkative during and after dinner although I could not understand everything she said. In fact, I understood very little. When we adjourned to our bedroom for the day, she worked on her iPad, but her mind was on something else. The night before and last night at dinner it was clear that she thought we were having company at the house. It sounded like a big event. She had asked me if I had taken any pictures of the people the night before. I told her I would get them later. Last night she wanted to know if I had the camera ready. After a while, she asked if I had taken a picture of her. I told her I hadn’t but would be glad to do that “right now.” I picked up my phone and took it.

The one thing I could understand was her strong sense of insecurity as expressed in her exaggerated words of appreciation for me. I don’t ever recall a day in which she so frequently thanked me and expressed her feelings for me. At no time during the day did she act in the least way irritated with me.

All of her behaviors are indicative of how much she has changed over the past few weeks or months. Despite recognizing this change, I felt good about the day. She was unusually happy, and I was able to deal with her moments of insecurity. I find that I tend to be sad as I look to the future. “In the moment” I almost always feel good. The hardest thing for me to deal with is her moments of anxiety. Fortunately, they don’t occur often and are short-lived.

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Hallucinations and Delusions

Hallucinations and delusions are common among people with dementia. Kate is no exception, but I often find it difficult to distinguish between the two. I know that hallucinations are sensual experiences that feel real but are not. Delusions are false beliefs that occur when there is no evidence that they are correct.

Applying those general definitions to specific incidents is not always easy. For example, Kate often believes she is some other place when she is home. Most frequently, that involves her believing our house is some type of lodging like a hotel and that there are other people staying here. When she wakes up, she often says, “I want to get out of here.” I think of this as a delusion because it is a false belief. On the other hand, that must occur because she has had a sensual experience that she doesn’t recognize as our own house. When I point out a few things like our backyard (that is, giving her evidence that is to demonstrate it is our house), she realizes she is really at home. That sounds more like it was an hallucination.

As I was about to get out of bed yesterday morning, she asked, “What do I have to do today?” I told her it was a day without any special obligations, that she could relax and do what she wanted to do. Then she said something about having to give a talk someplace. I told her I didn’t know about anything like that and suggested she may have had a dream. She reacted quickly and strongly saying, “It was not a dream.” I didn’t pursue it further. After I was dressed and about to go to the kitchen for breakfast, she brought up the subject again. This time I knew what not to say. Again, I told her it was a day when she could relax. When she asked about her “talk,” I said, “I think that’s tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about it right now.” She was relieved.

Most of her hallucinations/delusions are like those I just mentioned; however, this past Tuesday afternoon she (and I) had an experience that was a first. She had been resting on the sofa of our family room for about two hours while I was seated across from her. She fell asleep for a short time. Then she awoke and saw me. She had a big smile on her face and greeted me like someone she knew, but not as her husband. She began a conversation that made me think she was not really awake but dreaming.

I went over and sat beside her. She said, “Are you from around here?” I told her I was. Then she said, “Well, how familiar are you with what is going on?” I told her I wasn’t familiar at all. She said, “Oh, then I better start from the beginning and tell you about myself.” That led to a thirty-minute conversation during which she did most of the talking. Her aphasia was quite evident. She struggled for just the right words and how to tell her story most clearly. She would start out and then get confused. Then she would start over. I recorded a short portion that occurred about fifteen minutes after our conversation began. I transcribed the section below as she tried to explain “things” to me.

Kate: What is interesting to me is how quickly we can get in and out here. <pause, reaching for the words> Yeah, I can’t just get over with what you can do with <pause, reaching for the words> uh, with, well, you know with what. (She laughed.)

Richard: Well, you seem very happy. You don’t seem like you have a problem.

Kate:  I don’t have a real problem, but I do get discouraged sometimes. Just because. Let me see. <pause, reaching for the words> All right. <pause, reaching for the words>

Richard: You get discouraged? For what?

Kate: Oh . . . Oh. <pause, reaching for the words> just little things, you know. and the big things I take pretty well. And, uh, there’s a guy that I had never met before, but he’s a nice guy. Are you familiar with around here?

Richard: A little bit.

Kate: Well, OK. Um. I’m from Fort Worth, Texas, and um. <pause> And my family was religious, and uh, but anyway, I, I, uh grew up in the church. So <pause>, reaching for the words> But, ya’ know, all of these things have changed.

Richard: In what way?

Kate: (She laughed and called me for help.) Richard. <pause> Richard! <pause> Richard!! <longer pause> Richard!!!

Richard: Who are you looking for?

Kate: That’s my . . . <pause>

Richard: Who is that? <no response> You were about to say?

Kate: He’s with us.

Richard: Richard?

Kate: With this church.

Richard: Richard is with the church?

Kate: Who?

Richard: You’re saying somebody is with the church.

Kate: Oh, yeah.

Richard: Who is that?

Kate: Oh, a lot. <pause> (She laughed.) We do. This is a little hard for get around here, but, uh. Anyway, let me start with me. I grew up in this right <pause> this big area.

Richard: You grew up around here.

Kate: And, uh . . . (She laughed). There were in the area in which all my friends grew up with we all went to school. You know some get out way . . .

I think that should give you an idea of the conversation. She called for me again, and I told her I would go get “him.” When I walked back into the room, I greeted her as though I had not been in the room with her moments before, but I didn’t give her my name or tell her I am her husband. She seemed to recognize me, and I suggested we go to dinner.

I’m not clear on whether she was having an hallucination or a delusion or both. Maybe it’s best just to say she was confused. That is clear, but what prompted it? That’s another thing I’ll never know.

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A Successful Evening at Casa Bella with a Emotional Finale

Last night was Opera Thursday at Casa Bella. As I have said before, their music nights have been very important to us both from an entertainment standpoint as well as socially. Recently, however, I have been concerned because we often have six and sometimes eight people at our table. Large groups are difficult for Kate. She does much better when we are with one other couple. That has led me to think about the possibility of our moving to a table by ourselves. I haven’t mentioned that to the owner of the restaurant, and the last time we were there everything was fine. Last night was even better.

Our seating arrangement varies a little from night to night depending on the number of people at the table. The men have followed an unspoken rule that our wives sit on the side of the table facing the singers while we have our backs to them. I started to seat Kate where she sits most often. She asked where I was going to sit. I pointed to the seat across from hers and said, “I’ll be right there across from you.” She said, “I want you to sit beside me.” This is in keeping with her increasing insecurity and desire to be with me and to hold my hand. Not wanting to take the seat of the woman who would be joining us later, I helped her into the seat beside me on the other side of the table. That meant she couldn’t easily see the singers, I felt the priority was being closer together. That turned out to be a good thing for two reasons.

First, the son of the couple we always sit with was there. He took a seat at the end of the table with his mother on his right and Kate on his left. His father took the seat across from me. Although Kate can never remember the couple, she always feels comfortable with them. They are always able to put her at ease. This made for a good social experience for her.

The second reason the seating worked out well related to Kate’s response to the music. As I have noted a number of times, her emotions are exaggerated more than in the past. The music was especially good, and Kate responded accordingly. Most of the evening she didn’t respond audibly the way she sometimes does, but she was visibly moved.

The most dramatic moment came during the last song of the last set when they often sing a few ballads or showtunes. Last night they ended with “For Good” from Wicked. In the musical, this is a duet sung by Glinda and Elphaba who tell each other their lives have been changed for good by the other.

Although Kate has difficulty following conversations, I am often surprised when she responds to specific words or phrases in songs. She picks up far more than I expect. In this case, I believe she was moved by both the music and the lyrics. She began to whimper very soon and held my hand throughout the song. During the last couple of stanzas, she was moved even more. As the song ended, she put her head on my shoulder and her arm around my neck and broke into a cry. She wasn’t loud, but people nearby would have easily noticed. As we hugged, I saw a couple at the table beside us who were looking on. They are aware of Kate’s diagnosis and have been very compassionate in their response to her. When the program ended, they came over and gave her a hug.

For me it was also an emotional moment. I can’t know exactly what she was thinking. I do know that she recognizes she has “a problem” and that she needs me. I know she understands certain words and phrases from songs. Did she understand the words of the song and draw a connection to our relationship? Was she simply moved by the music and not the lyrics? I only know it was an very emotional moment.

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Signs of Aphasia

When Kate had her psychological evaluation following her diagnosis, the psychologist told us that she was likely to retain her greatest strengths the longest. I would say that is her gift for conversation in everyday social encounters. I attribute her success in social situations since her diagnosis to that particular skill. It has meant she could get along well without saying anything that would make it obvious that she has Alzheimer’s. That is changing significantly now.

There are two aspects of her aphasia that coincide with fundamental symptoms of dementia. The first is difficulty organizing her thoughts to explain something she wants to tell you. This has been a problem for a long time. I quickly learned not to ask her to explain anything. She would simply say, “Let’s not talk about it now.” The second involves her memory for words. That is happening now.

I am sure this began earlier than I recognized and relates to the difference between all the words in one’s vocabulary and the words that are most frequently used. Now she doesn’t recognize some of the most common words that we all use. I mentioned in an earlier post that I have had to tell her what pizza is on several occasions. I’ve tried to describe a pizza, but the best way to tell her is to pull up a picture on my phone. Ironically, one of the first words to drop out of her vocabulary was iPad. She almost always calls it “my thingy.” That is also used for a number of other words that she can’t recall.

Sometime during the past week, I told her she was up early enough for me to get her a blueberry muffin. She had no idea what I was talking about. This week she looked at the salt and pepper shakers on the table at a restaurant and asked what they were. I explained, but she didn’t appear to understand. On another occasion, I used the word “restaurant.” She didn’t know what I was talking about.

Another type of speech problem is properly pronouncing words. This comes up most often when she asks me the name of something or somebody. I think this occurs because she doesn’t hear the name correctly, but I am not at all sure. It also occurs in other situations. For example, she often pronounces “shoes” as “shows.” The other night she said, “I still want to walk a little bit on my thingy.” (Translation: “I still want to work a little bit on my iPad.”) Similarly, she recently said something about my “bed.” She meant my “head.”

Even though I know this is a common characteristic of this stage of her Alzheimer’s, I find myself concerned about it. Perhaps, I am sensitized because of our experience with Kate’s friend, Ellen, in memory care. We continue to visit her every 4-5 weeks, but her aphasia has made our visits more challenging. I can’t help wondering how long it will be before Kate is in the same position. That would be a major change in our lives.

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Markers on Our Journey

One of my AlzAuthors colleagues and a Twitter friend, Barbara Ivey, has written a unique “book” called Patterns in Time. It is by far the “tidiest” summary of a family’s experience with Alzheimer’s I have read – 8 pages including the front and back covers. Despite its brevity, it includes relevant information about the disease, key resources for help, and a remarkably complete summary of her mother’s Alzheimer’s along with the roles that she and her father played.

I have been particularly taken with her timeline that shows key events that occurred along the way. It reminds me of the admonition of sales trainers that a good sales person needs a strong “30-second sales pitch.” Ivey’s message is brief and to the point, but it tells her story. One reason I find her approach fascinating is that it is the exact opposite of what I have tried to do in this blog. I have saved my journal in several different files and haven’t checked the number of pages since launching it as a blog in January 2018. I seem to remember it was over 1500 pages at that time. It must be over 2000 by now. For the most part, I believe it is accomplishing my objective. It is a detailed account of our experience Living with Alzheimer’s. The problem is that it is too long for anyone other than close friends or family to read in its entirety.

For some time, I have thought about using it as a resource for a book that would tell our story in a more “digestible” format than an almost daily journal. It might have been helpful for me to have kept a timeline similar to the one in Ivey’s book. I didn’t do that, but I have noted a number of markers along the way. During the first few years, there were very few. Now they appear much more frequently. Creating a timeline from those that have occurred and all the new ones could be the basis for editing my blog and turning it into a book.

Some of the key markers of the past include Kate’s diagnosis, our planning for the rest of our lives (travel, eating out, music, visiting family and friends, etc.) Kate’s giving up her computer, our last international trip, giving up her yardwork, our last trip to her home in Fort Worth, our last trip to Chautauqua, our last visits to our children’s homes, the forgetting of the names of her family, our last movie, no longer attending evening music and theater performances, and the near elimination of trips to Panera and Barnes &. Noble. Of course, there were many others as well.

We have recently experienced two new markers. Both of them involve Kate’s increasing problems of mobility. I used a handicap placard for the first time when we met friends for dinner last week. I had just gotten it the week before. We find convenient parking most places we go, so I had not felt a need for a placard before now. In this particular case, we were going to a restaurant in a downtown office building. It can be difficult to find on street parking, and the parking garage requires a long walk. In the future, I am sure I will find other occasions when having the placard will be useful.

Kate has been having more problems getting up from chairs at home as well as the sofa. After lunch yesterday, we drove across town to the La-Z-Boy showroom to look at lift chairs. The only thing I told Kate was that I wanted to look at a chair that might be easier for her to get out of. She wasn’t excited.

When we walked into the showroom, we were greeted by a sales woman who took us to the appropriate section. She had quickly noted Kate’s size and showed us one that she thought might be the best fit. Kate took a seat and loved it. This was before demonstrating how it works. Once we had done that, she liked it even better. I went ahead and bought it although it will be 4-6 weeks before delivery. It will also have the advantage of reclining so that she can rest in the chair rather than the sofa. I think she’s going to like it.

These are just two among many other things that are happening now. I will talk about some of them in other posts.

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A Day of Confusion, Not “Knowing,” and Insecurity

About 4:15 yesterday morning, Kate moved over very close to me. Then she took my hand and held it gently. I often wonder if she knows who I am when she wakes in the middle of the night. Neither of us said anything, but this was a time when I felt sure that she did.

I was wide awake and decided to get up at 4:45. After finishing in the bathroom, I walked toward my closet when I heard her say, “Hey.” I walked over to the bed and could see that she was having one of her moments of confusion. I asked if I could help her. She said, “I don’t know.” I said, “I bet I can. Were you wondering where you are?” She told me she was. I explained that we were at home. She had trouble believing that. I didn’t push it. She asked my name and then hers. She said, “Who are you?” I told her I was her husband. This was one of those times when she didn’t express any doubt or say, “How did that happen?” I told her we had been happily married for fifty-six years and that I loved her. She said she loved me too.

We talked a little longer, and I asked again if there were anything specific I could help her with. She wanted to go to the bathroom. As she got out of bed, she was shaking a little. She held my hand and said, “I’m sure glad I have you.” I said, “And I’m glad I have you.” When she finished in the bathroom, she said, “What now?” I told her it was early and I thought she should go back to bed. After walking her to bed, I was about to ask if she would like me to stay with her when she asked me to stay. We talked about fifteen minutes. During that time, she was very insecure and expressed her feelings about feeling better with me. Then she said, “I’m all right now. You can go.” I told her to call me if she needed me. She said, “What should I say?” I told her she could just say, “Hey.” She wanted to know my name. When I told her, she said, “Okay, Mr. Richard.”

We had a nice relaxing day. It was Labor Day. My Rotary club did not meet, and I gave the sitter the day off. Most of our usual restaurants were closed, so we went to one we like but rarely visit. Then we came back home for the afternoon. Kate was very tired and rested for at least two hours but did not go to sleep. When she sat up, I asked if she would like to go someplace like Barnes & Noble. She said she would rather stay at home. That is now becoming a more established pattern. It doesn’t seem that long ago that we went out almost every afternoon. That is another change that has cut down on our social contact. That means our eating out is becoming more important for us.

Since she didn’t want to leave the house, I suggested we look at an old photo album I had retrieved from a closet the day before. It has pictures of our children at the time of our son’s birth. It had been a very long time (years) since we had looked at them. We spent another hour with it. Kate loved every minute. As she has done with the other family photo books, Kate can never make the associations that would help her guess who the people are. For example, after I identified Jesse and Kevin in one photograph and pointed out Jesse in the following picture, she didn’t know who the boy was even when they were dressed in the same clothes as the previous photo. I don’t mean that this happens every time, but it is very common.

Before leaving for dinner, she said something that reinforces my belief that she recognizes that she has a significant “problem” and depends on me. She struggled with how to say it and ended up saying something like, “I know my problem is not that serious, but I appreciate your taking such good care of me.”

Throughout the entire day she seemed very insecure. She expressed that by her thanking me for taking care of her and asking what she should do somewhat more than during a typical day. As I have said before, her neediness and expressions of appreciation make me more determined to keep her happy and see that the rest of her life goes as smoothly as it can.

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Thinking About Stress: Part 2

In yesterday’s post on stress, I discussed two aspects of caregiving that I believe influence the degree of stress that I and other caregivers experience. My intention was to convey why I believe my stress is less than that of other caregivers. In my earlier post, I suggested that my caregiving load has been comparatively light and that my prior caregiving experience as well as my personal characteristics have enabled me to cope with the challenges I have faced. Today I focus on the ways in which I have been able to minimize stress. I am fortunate to have a variety of ways to address the problem, and I depend on all of them.

Binging on music and eating out are unquestionably my best ways to manage stress. I have written extensively about both of these and won’t say more about them here, but they have been great therapy for Kate as well as for me. They have provided us with pleasure and kept us socially engaged. We are fortunate to share these interests. That is not true for every couple.

Exercise has been a part of my life for a long time. Although caregiving has changed that somewhat, it still is an important part of my life. As I became less comfortable leaving Kate alone, I engaged a sitter three afternoons a week so that I could continue going to the Y as well as doing other things cited below. I reduced the amount of time spent at the Y but added a 40-minute walk every morning.

Reading is another of my pleasures. Before my retirement, I focused on my career. Much of my reading then was influenced by my professional interests Since then I have broadened my reading substantially. After Kate’s diagnosis, I opened an account with Audible and get two books a month. I listen to books while I am at the Y and when I walk in the morning. I like being able to accomplish two tasks at one time. I also read some on my iPad. I wanted to learn more about the experiences of other caregivers and began to read books they as well as people with dementia have written. I have read over thirty of these.

I have participated in voluntary organizations for most of my life. As a caregiver, I have had to reduce that, but I fit some in my schedule. I’ve been a Rotarian for 36 years. I currently co-chair our CART Committee that collects weekly contributions from our membership for Alzheimer’s research. I have been active with United Way for 35 years and serve on two of their committees. Although I no longer serve on the board, I maintain contact with a local hospital foundation that raises funds for the area’s largest hospital system. Until three years ago, I was still active in our church. Now my only involvement is serving on a committee that calls church members on their birthdays. The pastoral staff has remained in contact with me. Kate and I have lunched with three of the pastors, most frequently with our senior pastor with whom we had such a good experience this past week. He was the first person to approach me with a concern about Kate. That was July 2011, six months after her diagnosis. They have definitely stayed in touch.

I also meet with friends for coffee. Mark Harrington and I get together each Friday afternoon for over an hour at Starbucks. I also have a church friend I meet at Panera about once a month.

Email contacts have also been important. In particular, I am in daily contact with two college friends. In the past, we could easily have over twenty messages a day. Our correspondence not as frequent now, but rarely does a day go by without several messages.

For many years, we have had good friends in Nashville. We have a long history of daytrips to visit friends. We have continued those visits since Kate’s diagnosis. One of those is Kate’s closest friend who is now in memory care following a stroke four years ago. We try to visit with her every four or five weeks. In connection with that visit, we often get together with another of our Nashville friends.

I launched this blog and opened a Twitter account in January 2018. These have opened up an entirely new avenue for minimizing stress. They have helped in two ways. First, they provide new activities that I can do right from home. Second, they have enabled me to make new online friends that have been very supportive. I have learned much from them.

All of these activities have kept me active and provided different ways for me to be socially engaged. I expect my stress is likely to increase in the future. That’s because Kate is requiring more personal care than in the past. Up until now, I have had sufficient time for the personal things I like to do. In addition, most of our time together is spent doing things we both enjoy.

The major part of my stress doesn’t arise from my direct caregiving responsibilities. It comes from the sadness I feel as I watch Kate’s decline. Although I can’t predict the timing or all the specific things we are likely to encounter, I know all too well where we are headed. As we move forward, I intend to do what I have done in the past. I’ll take great pleasure in our Happy Moments and enjoy the satisfaction of keeping her as happy and secure as I can. I feel it’s a privilege to walk with her through this last chapter of her life.

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Does she know what lies ahead?

I don’t think I am alone among caregivers when I wonder exactly what Kate knows. By now I realize that she knows very little when it comes to her rational thought/abilities. Many times I have mentioned how often she can’t remember my name or our relationship. I take comfort in the fact that her intuitive thought/abilities are still working well. Through them she almost always recognizes me as someone very familiar and trusting.

For over a year, I have also realized that she no longer remembers that she has Alzheimer’s. At first, I wondered if I should tell her and, on one occasion, I did remind her. She hadn’t remembered, but she quickly forgot, and I haven’t said anything since. I haven’t see anything to be gained by it.

She has always recognized that she has problems and needs my help. It was only a year ago in July that she began to experience anxiety or panic over moments when she didn’t seem to know anything – where she was, who she is, who she was with. Within the past few weeks, I have sensed that she might believe that her problems were of a more serious nature, not just a periodic lapse of memory. Over the past week or two, she has said and done things that lead me to think that she knows she is declining and is afraid of what lies ahead.

Sometime in the past day and again today at lunch I felt strongly that she recognizes that through her intuitive thought. She was awake when I went to get her up for lunch. She didn’t seem frightened, but she was uneasy and insecure. She was especially eager for me to help her with everything. That follows signs of increasing insecurity and appreciation for my helping her during recent weeks.

At lunch, I said something about her mother and father. She wanted to know their names and something about them. When I said that her father was one of eight children, she said, “I know why.” I said, “Why?” She said, “Because in those days, they needed more children.” I was surprised that she came up with this and said, “You know, you are smart.” She beamed and said, “I think so too.” It was as though she was relieved to have me say that. Off and on she has said she is smart, but that has been more frequent recently. I have felt she was trying to convince herself that is true. It would be easy to think she is not given how poor her memory is and how little she is able to do.

During our conversation, she stopped and said, “I want to tell you something.” She looked very serious. I leaned closer to her. She said, “I know that you will always take care of me.” I said, “I will. You can count on that.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she said, “Thank you. I know you will.” I felt we were thinking similar thoughts about the future. There is no way I can be sure, but the look on her face made me think that.

I told her I loved her, and she said the same about me. We began to talk about our marriage, and I mentioned our children. She said, “Who are they?” I told her and she asked if I had a picture. I pulled out my phone and showed her pictures of Jesse and Kevin. She said, “Do you think they love us?” I said, “I know they do?” She choked back her tears.

In a few minutes, we got up to leave. She started whimpering and was loud enough that I saw people at two different tables look up. On the way to the exit she continued to cry softly. We stopped right there in the dining room and hugged for a moment and then went on.

I don’t know precisely what she is thinking, but she seems very concerned and doesn’t see a happy ending. I am glad she still knows that I will be with her all the way.

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Thinking about Stress: Part 1

There is no question that caring for a loved one can, and often does, cause a good deal of stress. Judging by the frequency with which people remind me to take care of myself, caregiver stress seems to be common knowledge. I find, however, that the degree of stress can vary tremendously from one person to another. I don’t think that variation is well understood.

That leads me to a favorite topic of mine: generalizations. All of us depend heavily on them. They are often very useful; however, applying a general pattern to a specific situation (in this case, the stress of an individual caregiver) calls for more detailed information about the specific caregiver and her/his situation.

I usually think about three major elements that play a role in stress experienced by a specific caregiver like myself. One is the sources of stress. Some things produce a lot of stress. Others produce very little. A second category is the personal experience and characteristics  of the caregiver. Some people find it difficult to deal with stress. Others find it less so. The third category involves the things a caregiver can do to reduce or minimize stress. In today’s post and the one following, I would like to comment on how those three come together in my particular case.

As Kate’s care partner I have experienced stress, and that stress has increased as her Alzheimer’s has progressed. As I look to the future, I believe that stress will likely increase. On the other hand, stress seems to be less of a problem for me than for many others. I say that based on reading a variety of online forums for caregivers as well as over thirty books by caregivers who have provided vivid accounts of their experiences. When I consider what they have been through, I see good reasons for my feeling less stress, and the three elements I mentioned above provide an explanation. In this post, I will deal with two of them.

Sources of Stress

All stressors are not equal. The ones I confront are minimal compared to those of other caregivers. The load I carry is simply not as great as that of theirs.

In the first place, I was at a point in my career when I could retire to devote my attention to Kate. Many caregivers have a variety of other responsibilities that also demand their attention. I am especially mindful of spouses who have to continue working to pay the bills and can’t afford to hire someone to help. There are many women who are not only working and caring for one or both parents but also care for children. I am familiar with their stories and recognize the struggles they are facing.

Kate has also been easier to care for than many other people with dementia. It is true that she has been somewhat more irritable, especially as the disease has progressed, but that pales in comparison to other situations with which I am familiar.

In addition, neither Kate nor I has had to deal with any other serious illnesses. That is unusual for people our age. We are approaching eighty, and Alzheimer’s is the only significant health issue for us. I have been sensitized to this fact when Kate has had a cold. That creates an extra demand for me, but it is nothing compared to other chronic illnesses.

Personal Experience/Characteristics of the Caregiver

Many caregivers for a person with dementia have little experience with the disease. They begin from scratch. Often, they are children caring for one or both parents. They face a steep learning curve that calls for knowledge of the disease itself while adjusting to the new role of parent care. This has to be incredibly stressful.

Kate and I had been caring for our parents and my father’s significant other for twenty-two years at the time of her diagnosis. Her father had a stroke and her mother vascular dementia. My mother had an unspecified form of dementia; my dad’s significant other had vascular dementia, and my father had a stroke. I feel as though everything I had learned from those experiences prepared me to care for Kate.

I also believe my personality makes caregiving easier for me than for others. I can’t take credit for that. I thank my dad. He was the same way. He kept his sense of humor and focused on everything he could see as positive and minimized the negative. He was a problem solver in his work and in his personal life. He had faith there was a solution to every problem he encountered. I think I am a bit more realistic than he was, but I recognize many ways in which he and I are similar.

If it were only the things I have outlined above, I believe my stress would have been less than that of other caregivers, but there is more. It involves the variety of ways in which I have been able to minimize my stress. I’ll save that for another day.