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Update on Our Move

My previous post was almost three weeks ago. That’s the longest time between posts since I started this journal more than ten years ago. There is a good reason for this pause. I have found myself incredibly busy with preparations for the move as well getting settled in our new home. Although I had been getting rid of things for six months or more, the job wasn’t finished until ten days after we moved. I can’t say that I can relax now, but the major work is finally behind me.

I’m happy to report that my immediate reaction to being here is quite positive. I feel at home. It appears that Kate does as well. During the past two years, quite a few people have asked how I thought she would adapt. I think that’s because people are aware that change can be difficult for those with dementia. One reason I hadn’t been concerned was the trajectory of Kate’s decline at the time I decided to move. I felt by this time she would handle it well.

Two weeks before leaving, I started telling her that we were going to move. She wasn’t bothered in the least, and even expressed some interest though she never remembered my telling her. I feel sure she knew something was going on during the packing and loading of our household goods. The morning after packing I heard her talking to “someone” (an hallucination) in our bedroom. I didn’t catch all that she said, but I did here her say, “We’re going to be moving.” And that day we did. After arriving in our new apartment, I told her we were in our new home. She liked it. She seems no different than she was in our house.

For me there are lots of differences, but they are good ones. I like the size of our apartment. Even though it is smaller than what we are used to, it is not cramped. We have everything we need. Having the availability of meals is also a plus. I feel sure that I won’t be eating out as often now that it is only a short walk down the hall to pick up dinner. The wellness center’s location next door via an enclosed hallway is a big plus. That will enable me to return to my gym activities that I stopped over a year ago.

I’m especially pleased with the contact I’ve had with staff and residents. It’s a very resident-oriented place. Each of the staff members I’ve met has been dedicated to making our home as comfortable and pleasant as it can be. In addition, I know quite a few of the residents, and the ones I hadn’t known are friendly. So far, I haven’t been able to engage in any of the activities. I expect that will change as life settles down.

None of this means that I don’t face some challenges. What would life be without those? People who know me well, know that I (try to) follow a routine from the time I get up until I go to bed. Moving has upset that routine in many ways. I haven’t taken my 60-minute-plus walks since two days before the move. I haven’t learned where things are and haven’t found a number of things that I know we brought with us. This can be bothersome, but it’s not a big issue. I know it’s just a matter of time before I develop a new routine. At this stage of our lives and Kate’s Alzheimer’s, it seems like the perfect place for us.

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A Touching Moment

Despite many challenges that accompany Kate’s Alzheimer’s, I attempt to communicate that we also experience Happy Moments. I believe I’ve been successful in that, but some experiences can also be described by other adjectives. One of those occurred two days ago. It was “touching” for me, her caregiver, and a friend who had dropped by to say hello. Let me explain.

Kate is a member (now inactive) of P.E.O., a women’s organization that supports educational needs of women. Kate is a former president of her chapter and has always liked and been impressed with another woman who preceded her as president. Several years ago, we bumped into her in the lobby of a local movie theater. We were leaving as they walked in. After chatting briefly, Kate said, “Who is that? I recognize her, but I don’t know who she is. I liked her.” I thought that was a beautiful example of the loss of her rational abilities and the strength of her intuitive ones. The feeling she had for the woman had clearly stuck with her.

Yesterday, she stopped by to say hello on her way to meet a neighborhood bridge group. I was pleased that Kate was awake early and in a cheerful mood. When the friend arrived, I took her into the living room to talk with her. It had been a long time since she had seen Kate, and I wanted to update her and let her know that she might not recognize her. In fact, shortly before I had told Kate she was coming, and she had no idea who I was talking about. Nothing I said rang a bell.

Kate was in bed. I entered ahead of her friend and explained that she had a surprise guest who had come to see her. The friend walked to her bedside, and Kate responded like the Kate I’ve always known as a welcoming host to her home, one of the things passed down from her mother. With a big smile (something else she got from her mother), Kate reached out her hand, and her friend took it. Then Kate took her other hand and stroked the top of her friend’s hand.

She asked the friend to sit down on the bed beside her. That began a ten-minute conversation between the two of them. Kate’s words didn’t come out the way she would have wanted, but she communicated a sense of recognition and love for her friend. While they talked, I wiped tears from my eyes just observing the poise and feeling that Kate conveyed to her friend. There have been many other occasions when I hoped she could respond in the same way to a friend or to our daughter and son, but she couldn’t. Had it not been for her being in bed and getting her words mixed up, she would have been just like always.

I’ve heard and read accounts of other caregivers who have observed surprising experiences like this with their own loved ones. This was not the first time she has surprised me with things she has said or done, but this was the most touching I have witnessed. It comes during a week when she has gotten along particularly well.

It was an opportune time for her friend to visit, but there was more to it than that. The friend was very calm in demeanor and tone of voice. She spoke slowly and in short sentences. Most importantly, her words also conveyed an interest in Kate. I believe one of the problems Kate has is feeling left out because so much of the conversation around her is among the other people who are present. I think that is because people don’t know what to say to someone with dementia.

We caregivers are always trying to understand why our loved ones say or do things, but what is most important is that we treasure moments like these. I will hold on to this one for a long time.

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Celebrating Happy Moments in Late-Stage Alzheimer’s

Although Kate’s recovery is much slower than I would like, I rejoice in the Happy Moments we continue to experience. As I’ve said in other posts, our evenings are very special. That’s not to say that they are the only special moments of the day, but they are the most consistent. It’s nice to have a day that ends well.

One of our caregivers was surprised when I told her about that. She wondered what we could be doing that would be so special. I’m sure she asked because Kate often seems so passive when they are here. In addition, when she is talkative, most of the caregivers don’t enter into the conversation. Much of what she says is rooted in delusions. That may be why they tend to ignore her. They don’t know her well, and it isn’t easy for them to live in her world by participating in her delusions. It’s much easier for me to do that.

I believe our good evenings occur because she senses that when it is just the two of us, she can relax. I won’t do anything to disturb her. She almost always recognizes me as someone familiar. That contrasts with her caregivers. She has 5-7 of them and all but one is new since Thanksgiving. She hasn’t developed a strong relationship with them. Apart from the length of time we have been together compared to her relationship with the caregivers, I am also more careful to give her my attention. My impression is that she may feel more alone when she is with her caregivers.

Night before last was an especially good night. We were both propped up in the bed watching a 1993 Barbra Streisand concert. She was in a good mood and enjoyed the concert more than most music videos. We talked about the concert and especially Streisand. It’s important to note that it wasn’t a time when her Alzheimer’s symptoms disappeared. Throughout the concert she repeatedly asked Streisand’s name, but she liked what she saw and heard. She was also very loving. She held my hand and ran her hand across my arm, and we expressed our love for each other. When the concert was over, it was time to call it a night. Before doing so, Kate asked if I could take a picture of us. I take that as another sign that she had a good time.

It’s not unusual for her to be both puzzled and fascinated about her top sheet and bed spread. She often asks me what they are. I explain that they are something to keep her warm during the night. She has another purpose for them. They’ve become a convenient “Fidget Pillow.” For those who are unfamiliar with fidget pillows, they are often pillows with a variety of buttons, ribbons, or other objects. Many people with dementia find them fun to fidget with. They come in a number of other forms than just pillows. I bought one for Kate a few months ago, but she’s never taken to it.

Her top sheet or bedspread has become her personal substitute. She uses two hands about 18 inches apart to pick up either the sheet or bedspread. While holding it, she pulls her hands together to make a “shape.” She continues to make different shapes and asks my help and approval of the work she is doing. We did this together for almost thirty minutes last night. She enjoyed it and admired her own “works of art” while I enjoyed being part of her fun. This is something else in which her caregivers are not likely to be a participant, and I understand how they might think this is just a silly game. For me, however, it’s rewarding to see her enjoy simple things like this. After all, it’s difficult or impossible for her to engage in many of the same things that appeal to us. As they say, “It’s important to live in her world.”

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Update on The Velveteen Rabbit

It’s been a while since I’ve commented on my use of The Velveteen Rabbit to distract Kate when she is disturbed or bored. Regular readers of this blog will probably recognize that as one of the most reliable tools in my “Caregiver’s Toolbox.” I’m sorry to report that at this stage of her Alzheimer’s, some of my tools aren’t as reliable as they once were. Unfortunately, these include her photo books, our “tours” around the house, and The Velveteen Rabbit.

The good news is that TVR hasn’t lost all its charm. It continues to help me out and has done so twice in the past two weeks. The first occurrence happened when I thought she might be headed toward another experience with sundowning. The preceding occasions began with restlessness accompanied by a desire to go home.

Several times this occurred after she had been in her recliner for a couple of hours. In every instance, it followed a period during which Kate and her caregiver were seated close to each other but not interacting. Although all of our caregivers do a good job with the basic tasks involved in caring for Kate, they are very much like the average person with respect to communicating with her. I am very understanding about this. It really is difficult for them to establish a close personal relationship with her. When asked questions, she doesn’t understand or simply doesn’t answer. Thus, caregivers receive little reinforcement for their minimal efforts.

Even though I am understanding, the contrast between the relationship between Kate and her caregivers is dramatically different than the one Kate and I have. While we also have moments of silence after the caregivers leave each evening, the silence is punctuated by brief conversations and often expressions of our feelings for each other. I don’t expect caregivers to relate in this way, but I would like them to find their own “tools” to handle the situation.

I want to help them and decided to intervene next time I noticed the first signs of sundowning. When that happened, my first step was to kneel down beside her recliner and seek to comfort her. I spoke to her slowly and softly and explained that I wanted to help her. She wanted to get out of the recliner and go home. I told her I would be happy to do that. She began to feel less agitated, but I didn’t solve the problem. I started to pick up one of her photo books. Instead, I thought about The Velveteen Rabbit. I went to the bedroom where I keep it to read to her as a bedtime story. I brought it back to her and read it. As often happens, she was not immediately engaged. The more I read the more she listened. I can’t be sure if TVR made the difference. I do know that she enjoyed the book and didn’t show any further signs of sundowning.

A few days later, we had a similar experience. She and the caregiver were seated in the family room just a few feet from each other. Kate looked bored. She and the caregiver hadn’t been talking at all. I felt like Kate needed a boost. Once again, I picked up TVR and read it to her. She perked up rather quickly and gave her customary audible emotional responses to various passages. It was just the tonic I was looking for. At the end, I noticed that the caregiver was wiping away a few tears. She told me later she wasn’t familiar with the book and thought her daughter might like it.

Will it work the next time she has a problem? I don’t know. I haven’t found anything that always works. One thing is sure. The Velveteen Rabbit still has value, and I don’t intend to give it up anytime soon.

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Treats for the Caregiver

Those of you who are regular followers of this blog know well the role that eating out has played in our lives. When sheltering began in March, that became a thing of the past. In late May, restaurants reopened with capacity limited to 50% occupancy and often with reduced serving hours. Kate and I began to eat out again, two or three nights a week and lunch on Sunday. That was still a far cry from eating out for lunch and dinner seven days of the week, but it was a significant relief from being completely homebound.

For us, the primary benefit of this habit was keeping us socially active, something that is often a problem for people “Living with Alzheimer’s.” We had developed quite a social network that went beyond the friends and acquaintances we encountered. We also developed friendships with servers, owners, and managers. They have been priceless members of our “team” of supporters.

When Kate and I tested positive for COVID, our routine changed dramatically. Kate, of course, has been in bed most of the time since she returned from the hospital nine weeks ago. Although we have caregivers seven days a week from about noon until 7:00, I’ve only eaten out a few times since then. That was because the caregivers come around lunch and leave around dinner, and those are times when I have been helping with the meals for Kate.

This past Wednesday I did something different. I took a late lunch and went to one of our favorite restaurants. Until March, we had lunch there every Tuesday for more than six years. When I arrived, I asked if the young lady who had served us most often was on duty. She was, but her tables were already full. I told the hostess, who was new and didn’t know me, that would be all right.

After being seated at a table with another server, I discovered that the server I had asked about was taking care of the table next to me. When she saw me, she stopped at my table. We talked briefly, and I explained why we hadn’t been there the past couple of months. To me, that brief exchange was energizing.

Not long after that, the shift manager noticed me and came over to the table to say hello. It wasn’t long before he asked if he could take a seat. That began an almost hour-long conversation. He’s an interesting man who came to the US from Romania. By chance, Kate and I had met his wife and daughter at the restaurant several years ago. His wife is Puerto Rican and a major in the Air Force. I was fascinated with his story of how they met and how they juggle their lives around their different careers as well as the cultural differences between them.

It turned out to be an enriching break from my daily routine as a caregiver. I had recognized before we got the virus that experiences like this were becoming less  important for Kate than for me. The benefit I receive from social contacts is more valuable at this stage of her Alzheimer’s.

I will say, however, that I am not dependent on eating out to satisfy my need for social engagement. I keep up with several college friends and a former professor by phone and email. I have a list of others with whom I often have lengthy phone calls. I have continued my longstanding involvement with our local United Way as well as the foundation for our largest health system, our local symphony orchestra, and Rotary. I am also a member of a men’s coffee club that is a local support group meeting via Zoom twice a month.

I am not as socially involved as I used to be, but interpersonal relationships still play a significant role in keeping me going. Even little things make a difference. Yesterday, I took care of a small responsibility as a member of the only church committee on which I continue to serve. It’s the birthday committee. Each of us calls 8-10 people a month on their birthdays. I’ve done this for 5-6 years and occasionally think about passing it along to someone else, but it’s another pleasant social experience. I think I’ll stick with it.

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Good Things

Our daughter and son were in town this past weekend to celebrate Kate’s 80th birthday. It’s always nice to have them, but this weekend was very special. Most importantly, Kate enjoyed herself. Saturday, the day of her celebration, she was out of bed all afternoon and through dinner. She joined in with the singing of Happy Birthday and gobbled up her cake and ice cream.

Beyond that Jesse, Kevin, and I had more opportunity to talk among ourselves than we usually do. That gave me a chance to update them on our situation as well as for them to see for themselves how we are doing. I consider them as partners in our lives as seniors. Since we are moving to a continuing care retirement community in April, the two of them looked around the house for things they might like to have. All-in-all it was one of the best family times we’ve ever had, and I think they felt the same way.

Jesse left on Sunday, but Kevin didn’t fly out until Monday afternoon. That gave the two of us a chance to have lunch together before dropping him off at the airport. He has been coming for a long weekend two or three times a year since 2014, and this was the first time we have had a meal together without Kate. It was another good opportunity for us to have a leisurely chat.

Starting with the weekend and extending through Wednesday, Kate had a string of six consecutive good days. That doesn’t mean we were able to get her out of bed each day. It means that she enjoyed herself more than usual. We’re experimenting with a new routine. We don’t try to get her out of bed too soon after she wakes up and has her breakfast/lunch. We have found that she is more likely to express a desire to get up later in the day. We’re trying to take advantage of that inclination, and it seems to be working. If she isn’t interested, we accept that and wait until another day.

Once again, I like to emphasize that even at this late stage of Kate’s Alzheimer’s, she and I are still having good times together.

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An Anniversary I Won’t Forget

Ten years ago today, Kate was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. That led to the most significant life change we’ve ever experienced. That night I made the first entry in the journal that became this blog . I have posted it below with a few of my present thoughts about “Living with Alzheimer’s.”

JANUARY 21, 2011 BY RICHARD CREIGHTON

Getting the Diagnosis

Today Kate and I met with Dr. Reasoner to get the results of Kate’s PET scan. She had gone in for the scan a couple of weeks earlier following a routine appointment with Dr. Reasoner. I went with her for that appointment to give my own impression of Kate’s lapses of memory and to hear what Dr. Reasoner had to say.

Dr. Reasoner suggested that she have a PET scan and a behavioral evaluation by a neurological psychologist. Kate had the scan about 2 weeks ago. On Wednesday of this week, January 19, she had an initial visit with the psychologist. Kate is scheduled to have her evaluation on Wednesday, February 16, at 12:30. She has been told this will take as long as 5-6 hours.

Kate and I have not talked much about the PET scan and the potential results. We both knew what was possible, and I think neither of us wanted to drag ourselves down in worry of the worst news. For the past few days I have had some trouble sleeping and have found myself thinking about how she and I would react if the test came back positive. I am sure that every cancer patient would understand this reaction.

As we went to the appointment, I kept telling myself that we might get good news that the test was negative. That was not the case. Dr. Reasoner presented the results matter-of-factly but not coldly. She said the test did show signs of “early onset Alzheimer’s.” She went on to explain what that meant (the tangles in the brain) and how it can be addressed (initially with Aricept and after a few weeks another drug that has, in the past, been used at later stages of the disease).

Dr. Reasoner told her the average life expectancy for someone who is diagnosed early (the starting part was not and, I suspect, cannot be known) is about 12 years but that she could live much longer. She also gave a few examples of people she had known whose quality of life was good even with the memory loss. She is especially interested in Kate’s behavioral evaluation. That evaluation will determine whether the disease has affected other things than simple memory.

Kate handled the news with a good bit of control and later in our meeting, she said that in some ways, she actually felt relieved to know what was causing her memory problems. Her greatest concern is having to depend on family or professional help to take care of her personal care, something that she feels could be required for a long time should she live as long as her parents.

I tried not to give in to the emotion I felt on receiving the news. At one point as we were discussing Kate’s care in the future, I reached for her hand and tried to assure her but choked up. Dr. Reasoner gave me Kleenex to wipe my eyes.

After leaving Dr. Reasoner’s office, we went to Casa Bella, a restaurant that holds a special place in our hearts. We were introduced to it in the early 70s by one of Kate’s best friends. In the last 10-15 years, however, we have eaten there more frequently. We came there after both of our dogs died. She got her veal piccata and amaretto cheesecake that she loves so much.

We talked briefly about having to decide when to tell our children and friends. We both agreed that now is not the time. We know that once other people know they can’t help but treat you differently, and she doesn’t want that. We are just going to take it a day at a time right now and trust that we will know when we should let it be known. This is going to be very hard for both of us as there are people we might look to for support, but there will be a time for that down the road, hopefully a long time down the road.

At that time, I had no idea of what the future held. We were just determined to make the most of whatever time remained to us. I’m grateful that we’ve been able to do just that. We’ve not only enjoyed life but each other as well. Kate can only live moment-to-moment now, and I mean that literally, but I continue to focus on that initial goal. It has served us well in the past, and I am optimistic that it will do so in the future.

I am mindful that we haven’t done it alone. I’m grateful to a host of people who have lightened our load in numerous ways. They include our healthcare professionals, especially her doctors and their associates, but they extend far beyond them. I’m thinking of family, friends and even strangers who have boosted our spirits so many times in so many ways. I am thankful to those of you who are readers of this blog. You, along with my Twitter friends and fellow AlzAuthors, have given me a focus beyond that of being a caregiver. You have played a key role in keeping me going. I consider all of you as members of my “Caregiver Support Team,” and I thank you.

I also recognize there are many others “Living with Alzheimer’s” who haven’t been as fortunate as we have. Some of you reading this post may be among them. My heart goes out to you. My wish is that you will find your own ways to experience moments of peace and joy in the midst of the inevitable challenges that face all of us who travel this road.

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Update on Kate’s Recovery from COVID

It’s been nine weeks since Kate and I experienced the first signs of COVID and almost eight weeks since she returned home from the hospital. Kate’s recovery has been gradual, but steady. The biggest breakthrough was getting her out of bed. In my last post, I reported that we had been able to get her up three days in a row. We added another three days to make it a total of six straight days.

Things are going well. Kate’s transfer from her bed to the wheelchair to the toilet and back to the wheelchair is easier than before. With one exception, she has enjoyed spending the day in her recliner in the family room.

We haven’t, however, been able to fully conquer her fear as we make the transfers. She is also frightened when we push her in the wheelchair. We have to move very slowly and watch her hands and arms closely as we go through doorways or past anything that she can grab. She holds tightly to anything within her reach. She also attempts to stop the chair’s movement with her feet. I’ve found it easier if we slowly pull her backwards.

Despite our best efforts, the only rewarding aspect for Kate is relaxing in her recliner. It does avoid changing her in bed, but the transfers are almost as unpleasant for her. That has caused me to think seriously about the cost/benefit ratio of forcing her to get out of bed. It is better for her caregivers and me, but is it a sufficient benefit to her?

On her 80th birthday, I really wanted her up. She wasn’t as cheerful as on other mornings and not eager to get out of bed. With my permission, the physical therapist and the caregiver got her up anyway. As it turned out, she didn’t appear to enjoy the afternoon as much as she has on previous days.

The next day the physical therapist came again. Kate was tired. We put our heads together and decided to be satisfied with the success we had achieved in the preceding days. We let her rest.

Saturday and Sunday we got her up again. It went pretty well Saturday. Sunday was another thing. She really didn’t want to get up, but we went ahead. She was angry with both of us, not just the caregiver. I left for lunch shortly after we had put her in the recliner. She wasn’t speaking to either of us. It is not unusual for her to need as much as an hour or more to recover from changing or just getting her out of bed, but her bitterness seemed more severe this time. Fortunately, she had recovered by the time I returned home, and we had our usual good evening together.

I felt bad about pushing her too hard and would like to avoid creating the same result again. I discussed this with the caregiver who was here yesterday. We decided to give her a break and get her up only if she seemed willing. As she has done on a few other occasions, she expressed an interest at one point but changed her mind when it came down to doing it. We accepted that. She had a good day and was much easier to change in bed. I think it was good for her to have a break. She’s making progress. We’ll get her up another day.

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More Victories

Numerous times during Kate’s recovery I have said that she is making progress “though gradually” or “slower than I would like.” That doesn’t mean that we don’t have moments or days with giant steps forward. I reported on one of those almost two weeks ago when I described the first time we were able to get her out of bed, to the bathroom, and to the table for dinner. That was a major victory, and it occurred as a result of her own desire to get up.

I think all of us (home health, the daily caregivers, and I) felt that was a confirmation that we were doing the right thing by not having forced her. We had been acting on the knowledge that her hospitalization had traumatized her so much that we didn’t want to add further trauma to her life. I believe we made the right decision.

A number of times since then, she has said she wanted to get up, but she got cold feet when we tried to help her. Three times she wanted to get out of bed after the caregivers had gone. I was relieved that she backed out because I wasn’t sure I would be able to get her back in bed by myself.

At the same time, she was beginning to adapt to our changing her. That was good because that is the most difficult issue we have faced, but it was still an unpleasant experience. Even the caregivers recognized it would be almost impossible for them to do it without my help. We began to believe her life and ours would be improved if we could just get her out of bed.

Late last week, I decided we should be more assertive with her. I may have been motivated by a couple of experiences with Kate’s physical therapist. I had talked with her about the importance of getting her up. She said she could get Kate up if I would give her permission to physically pull her up against her will. I told her I thought we should try. With the two of us pulling her, we helped her sit up on the side of the bed. She protested verbally and physically, but the process occurred quickly. She settled down almost as fast. We repeated this when she was here last week.

The caregiver who was on duty the first time we got her out of bed was on duty Saturday. Soon after she arrived, we talked about another attempt. This time I told her I wanted us to be more assertive, that I felt getting her out of bed wouldn’t be any more traumatic than changing her in bed.

Kate’s best time of the day is usually later in the day. She was asleep until noon, so we decided to give her time to have lunch and then see if we could get her into her wheelchair. For several days, I had talked with Kate about getting her up. She felt that would be all right.  Of course, that was easy to say because there was no immediate threat. We took that same approach Saturday, and she expressed interest. I can’t say it was easy or that she didn’t protest, but we were able to pull her to a sitting position on the side of the bed and then to the wheelchair. From there we went to the bathroom and helped her on to the toilet. She was frightened and fought when we lifted her from the wheelchair to the toilet and back, but overall it went well. She spent the rest of the day in her recliner in the family room. When it was time for dinner, we took her to the table where we ate dinner together for the first time in weeks. It was a very good day.

Yesterday, the same caregiver was here. Kate was awake at 11:00 and had her morning meds and some yogurt before the caregiver arrived. She was also in a very good mood that lasted the entire day. We got her up, to the bathroom, to her recliner, and later to the table for dinner. It was a day in which she was filled with delusions. She was very talkative but also very happy. The caregiver and I were also happy.

The icing on the cake occurred today when a different caregiver was here. I told her about the weekend. We decided to try again and had another success. Lunch was especially fun. It was the first time she had come to the table for lunch since before she contracted the virus. That’s six or seven weeks. Our Monday/Wednesday caregiver is from France and enjoys making French Toast and French Omelets. Kate had a little of both today. She fed herself and even told the caregiver the meal was “wonderful.” Later in the meal, I asked if she liked it. She gave me a very loud and enthusiastic “Yes!”

I will say that it was a bit more difficult getting her out of bed today. I don’t believe we gave her enough time to thoroughly wake up, but we succeeded anyway.

Looking back, I feel that we did the right thing earlier by not forcing her out of bed. She was too fragile from her hospital experience. Gradually she was improving. It was clear there were times she wanted to get up but was too frightened to do so. I feel she reached the point at which she needed to be pushed to save her from an experience that was more traumatizing. I am glad we decided to change our approach. She has enjoyed being up. As I close this post, I can hear her happily talking with her caregiver.

She has been up three days in a row. That makes me believe it should get easier in the future. I can’t tell you how good it is to see this leap forward.

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A Major Victory

Today was the 32nd consecutive day that Kate has not gotten out of bed. That streak ended around 4:00 this afternoon. This victory came after at least three weeks of encouragement by her physical therapist, her caregivers, and me.

It was only the past ten days when Kate herself expressed any interest at all. Two of those times she wanted to go to the bathroom after  the caregivers left for the day. I was hesitant to attempt it but consented. When I tried to help her, however, she backed out. Within the past 5-6 days while caregivers were here, she said she wanted to get up. Each time the caregiver and I offered to help and spent as long as thirty minutes encouraging her. Ultimately, she was too scared to try it.

Yesterday’s caregiver and I decided that we were going to try again tomorrow, and we will. Today, however, Kate told her caregiver that she would like to get up. I walked into the room right after and join the caregiver in offering to help her. As it was with our previous effort, it took Kate a little time, perhaps 15-20 minutes, to go through with it. Even when she first tried to sit up the process didn’t go quickly. At one point, she rested at least five minutes with her feet and calves extended over the edge of the bed. The caregiver and I were like a crowd at a sports event saying she could do it. We tried never to push her. Instead, we asked her to tell us when she was ready, and we would help. Finally, after 30 minutes, she was on her feet. We supported her. I know she would have fallen if we hadn’t. We helped her into a wheelchair. Then we asked if she would like to go to the bathroom. She said she did. We maneuvered her onto the toilet and were successful.

We were approaching time for dinner, and the caregiver and I decided to take her to the kitchen table to eat. It brought back memories of the past as she enjoyed looking out the kitchen window to the neighborhood. She ate a good dinner. Afterwards, we took her back to bed. It was just as difficult getting her into bed as it was getting her out, and she was tired. Since then she has been resting quietly.

Apart from my own excitement at seeing Kate sitting up for more than an hour, the caregiver was also excited. It was a mutual victory for the two of us, but I must add that it was a tremendous victory for Kate. It was her will along with our encouragement and assistance that did it. We couldn’t have done it without her determination .