Subject: Anxiety: Mine, Not Kate’s: Part 2

When I wrote my previous post, I was feeling better psychologically because I could focus on the problem from the standpoint of caregiver stress rather than a cardiac issue. That meant I could exercise some measure of control over the situation and was comfortable with that.

I slept well through the night. The next day and night (Saturday) my readings continued to be normal. I was fine until 1:10 Monday morning. I woke up and went to the bathroom. As soon as I got back in bed, I realized this was one of those times I wasn’t going to drift back to sleep quickly. I felt very nervous. I went to the family room where I got in the recliner and took my BP. It was 161/91. That seemed a very significant jump, especially since I couldn’t identify any precipitating events that might account for it.

Even though it didn’t cause any harm, I did something I now know I shouldn’t have done without talking with my doctor. I took another tablet of my BP medication that I had taken not quite four hours earlier. I also took four aspirin (.81mg), something I had learned is fine when one suspects a possible heart attack. Having previously had success by simply relaxing in the recliner and listening to soft music, I decided to try that as well. Ten minutes later, my BP was 144/77, but it remained at approximately that level until I went back to bed at 3:15. I felt very nervous during the entire time as I grappled with the decision of going to the hospital or not. I decided not to go. That decision was based almost entirely thinking about what I would do with Kate.

Before fixing my breakfast at 6:10, I took another reading. It was 151/77. I was concerned again. I took another reading after breakfast at 7:00. It had dropped to 133/65. I felt better but continued to weigh the matter of a trip to the ER. That led me to prepare two pages of health/medical information that someone might need if I were incapacitated. I took a break at 7:50. My BP was 143/66. When I finished at 9:00, it was 139/73.

I decided to write a message to my doctor to send through his portal. That turned out to be stressful as I couldn’t remember the password, and the one I had stored was incorrect. I also ran into complications when I tried to reset the password. Ultimately, I decided to print it and hand deliver after Rotary. In the meantime, I tried to get Kate up before the sitter arrived at noon. I was unsuccessful. All this pushed the BP back to 146/84, and my heart rate was 79.

During the balance of the afternoon my BP fluctuated between 128/79 to 149/68. I was still uneasy about having another night like the one before. I called two friends who live nearby. They both agreed to be on call to stay with Kate should I decide to go to the hospital. I invited them over that evening so that I could show them where things are and provide other information that would be helpful. One has a daughter who is a nurse. She came along.

They spent about 45 minutes with me. The nurse asked me to tell my story and then take my BP. It was 146/86. We had a long discussion. To make a long story short, the nurse didn’t think my readings indicated a heart problem. More specifically, she said that if I were getting systolic readings over 170, she would have responded quite differently. Since my BP reached 161 only once, 151 twice, and the rest were a mixture from 111 to the mid-140s, she didn’t believe they looked so bad. In effect, she said, “You are over-reacting. Your problem is not likely to be your BP or your heart. It’s probably stress.”

When I heard that, I felt a release of tension almost immediately. I was very much at ease. That continued through the time I went to bed. I slept well. The next morning I took a 50-minute walk (inside the house, of course) and took another reading. The results were normal: 120/73, pulse 67.

Although everything was going well, I decided to keep the appointment with my primary care physician Wednesday afternoon. I wanted to talk in more detail with him about what happened and hear his opinion based on my records over the past fifteen years. His view was the same as that of the nurse and the friend with whom I had originally spoken. This was a matter of caregiver stress.

I considered that very good news. As I said earlier, I feel much more confident that I can do something to minimize, though not eliminate, my stress. It is now Saturday morning, over a week since my initial concern that became inflamed on Monday. My BP has been within normal ranges since my friends left the house Monday night.

As I reflect on the whole episode, I believe a number of factors were involved in my over-reaction. The most fundamental one was, indeed, the stress of caring for Kate. Although I have often had moments of frustration, this was the first time I had felt so tense. That led me to take my BP in the first place, something I hadn’t done in years since purchasing the monitor.

Beyond that, I haven’t thought much about my BP since the doctor originally put me on medication. That was a big psychological blow to me. Overall, I am a rather calm, easy-going person who has tried to take care of himself. I was wounded by having to rely on medication. A number of times since then, I have spoken with the doctor about discontinuing it because I was doing so well. Each time he has said that was because of the medication and told me I need to accept it and enjoy life.

Along with not thinking about my BP, I had never educated myself about normal fluctuations that occur. As a result, when I saw the first reading of 138/85, I was surprised and disturbed by it. I know now that it has probably been that high and higher during the normal course of a day even before Kate’s Alzheimer’s.

My OCD also plays a role. As in other aspects of my life, I want Kate to have the best care possible and that she is very dependent on me. I don’t want to look back and think that I should have done more to provide her the highest quality of life she can have while living with Alzheimer’s.

I have always recognized the importance of caring for myself. Maintaining my health is essential in order to properly care for Kate. From the point of her diagnosis 9 ½ years ago, I have done and still do many other things to minimize stress. Many of these were also things that Kate enjoys. That has given us many great moments together. Engaging sitters to be with Kate three afternoons a week and my decision to move to a continuing care retirement community are more clearly steps to help me.

But life is changing now. Kate continues her decline. That requires more of me than before, especially since sheltering in place. My experience with this faux-BP/cardiac problem has been an important sign that I need to consider other avenues to control stress.

Fortunately, I am aware of many options to achieve this objective. In addition, I have the willingness and wherewithal to draw upon them.

So, what’s next? I’ll talk about that in another post.

Anxiety: Mine, Not Kate’s: Part 1

Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been quiet over the past week. I usually blame that on being busy, but that is only a part of the reason this time. Let me explain.

I should preface the story by saying that as an adult, I have been attentive to my health and wellbeing. As early as my freshman year in college, I was active in the gym. At that time, I was into weightlifting. I bulked up to 198 pounds, but muscle accounted for a lot of that. I put exercise aside the rest of undergraduate and graduate school. That extended another 5-7 years when I launched a 10-year career teaching college.

During my first two years, I felt that college teaching was not the best fit for me. Finding something else that was more to my liking and talents required time and effort. That proved to be stressful. I took up running. I continued that for about 10-15 years before having some hip trouble. Then I took up walking. Once my business was going in the mid-80s, I joined the Y and have continued to the present time.

I didn’t give a lot of thought to what I eat until Kate was pregnant with our first child. She had gestational diabetes. Her doctor put her on a high protein diet. I went on it with her. Since then I have been more careful about what I eat. Over the years, my waist had grown, but my weight has gone down. I am almost 30 pounds lighter than I was during my senior year in high school.

I mention all this to say that I take my health seriously. It’s one of my OCD tendencies. I am also very sensitive to the impact that caregiving has on one’s health. During the 9 ½ years since Kate’s diagnosis, I have made numerous changes to minimize or reduce stress. Notable examples would be reducing, then ceasing, travel and engaging the help of sitters for Kate three afternoons a week. Another big step was making a commitment to move to a continuing care retirement community the first part of 2021.

Over the past year, Kate has required much more of my time than before. That has been especially true since sheltering in place. These things have clearly raised my level of stress.

That brings me to the past week. Three weeks ago, I had a routine telemedicine appointment with my doctor. He mentioned that I ought to take my blood pressure readings periodically. I didn’t get around to it; however, last Wednesday, I felt under more stress than usual. That made me think about my blood pressure. Although I have been a regular blood donor and then a platelet donor, I hadn’t taken it at home in years. I located my BP monitor that night.

The next morning, I had that same feeling as I walked from the bedroom to the kitchen to get my breakfast. I took by blood pressure. It was about 135/85. That may not be high in general, but it was most unusual for me. I have been on BP medication for ten years or more and my readings have always been about 110-120/70-80.

I ate breakfast and then took my regular morning walk. I walked 50 minutes and took my BP again. It was about the same. By 11:20, I had taken several other measures, all were within normal levels.

Then I went to the bedroom to get Kate up. She didn’t want to get up. I got in bed with her and remained with her for almost 40 minutes. She still didn’t want to get up.

When I got up, I took another reading. This time it had jumped back to 138/85. I relaxed in Kate’s recliner and played some soft music. That dropped the reading to 118/78. I took seven other readings between 12:30 and 7:30. They were all normal.

Friday morning before breakfast, my BP was 151/78. That got my attention. That made me wonder if I might be in the early stage of a heart attack. I thought about the symptoms I could remember. I didn’t seem to have any of them. I went to the computer to look for others.

I still didn’t have any of the signs of a heart issue; nevertheless, I started to think about going to the hospital to be checked. Then I thought about Kate. I knew hospitals had not been allowing family members to be with the patient. I also knew that I couldn’t leave Kate alone. I called the agency that provides our sitters and asked if they would have someone right away. The regular sitter was scheduled for 1:00. They were stretched thin and couldn’t get anyone.

I also remembered that when you go to the cardiac emergency room, they keep you a minimum of six hours and want you to stay overnight. I asked the agency about someone for the weekend just in case. Then I called a friend to see if she could come over if I needed her. She was willing to do that. It turned out, however, that she was able to offer a better perspective on the situation. I should say that she is well-informed about health issues because of her work with the hospital. In addition, her mother cared for her own husband with dementia. I shared by BP readings with her, and she said she thought it looked more like anxiety caused by stress than an impending heart attack but said it would be better to hear that from my doc. I had already left a message at his office.

When I spoke with the doctor’s nurse, she said the doctor’s interpretation was the same as my friends. I felt the same way but also felt I should err on the side of caution concerning a possible heart attack. I scheduled another telemedicine appointment with the doc for the following Wednesday.

In the meantime, the agency was able to contact the sitter and asked her to come early. I had trouble getting Kate up and was concerned about leaving her but planned to do it anyway. I decided to take the afternoon to myself. I ran several errands. I spent the rest of the afternoon at my office relaxing, not working. I watched an interesting lecture and conversation with a couple who are Buddhists. It came at a good time for me in that I was trying to do exactly what they were recommending – living in the moment. As Kate has declined, I have been spending much more time thinking about the future and plans for our move. After returning home, my BP was normal the rest of the day. I felt much better when I went to bed that night.

However, that isn’t the end of the story. This is already a long post. I’ll save that for my next one.

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.

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.

Thoughts on Caregiving and Stress

One of the major topics among caregivers and the professionals who provide services to them and to their loved ones is caregiver “burnout.” Marty Schreiber, the author of My Two Elaines and a former governor of Wisconsin, is a very active speaker at many conferences and workshops across the country. He vividly presents his story of trying to “do it all” himself and the toll it took on him. He encourages caregivers to care for themselves and to recognize and seek help when it is needed.

I share his views and have worked hard to minimize my own stress. I watched my dad deteriorate as he cared for my mom. I am much like Dad, but I am not resistant to bringing in help.

At one time or another, almost all of my friends have asked how I am doing and if I am getting help. I appreciate their concern. I am concerned as well. I do, however, believe that I am doing quite well. That’s not to say I don’t experience stress. I do, and it’s increasing. The good news is I’ve been able to manage it pretty well. Let me explain.

My stress seems to come from two distinctly different sources. One is the sheer number of responsibilities I have. The other is a psychological one that relates to watching Kate lose one ability after another with the knowledge that it only gets worse. In this post, I will discuss the stress arising from my responsibilities as Kate’s caregiver.

The 36-Hour Day is, perhaps, the best-known resource for families who are caring for someone with dementia. As the title conveys, the responsibility for caring for a loved one with dementia requires more time than anyone has available. The responsibilities increase as our loved ones decline. If we try to do everything, something has to give, that is, some things will go undone. Often that means caregivers neglect to take care of themselves. Up to now, that has not been a major problem for me. There are several reasons.

One is that I have help. I engaged sitters for Kate a year and eight months ago. I have someone with her three afternoons a week, four hours each time. That enables me to get to my Rotary meetings, to the Y, run errands, and meet with friends. In addition, I have help with house cleaning and the yard. That means I can focus my attention on Kate.

I don’t participate in a support group, but I feel I get support in a variety of other ways. I have two longtime friends from college with whom I am in daily contact by email. One lives close enough to us that we are able to get together several times a year. We have other friends who are close enough for us to make daytrips to see them as well.

Regular readers of this blog know that we eat out for all meals but breakfast and attend live performances like the music nights at Casa Bella and local theater productions. They are both beneficial for Kate and for me. We are not socially isolated. We have church friends and staff that check in on us. I am on a steering committee at United Way and meet with them monthly. I meet for coffee with Mark Harrington every Friday after finishing at the Y. In addition, I stay in touch one or two other friends who are caregivers. I shouldn’t fail to mention this blog and my involvement with Twitter. All of these keep my mind occupied as well as having therapeutic value for me.

In addition, my responsibilities as a caregiver have not been as daunting as those of most others. Quite a few people our age are dealing with other health issues along with dementia. Apart from an occasional cold, neither Kate nor I has had any other health problems to deal with.

Some caregivers face a variety of problem behaviors from their loved ones. Although Kate has been more irritable than she was before Alzheimer’s, she is good-natured, loving, and most appreciative of what I do for her. It would be much harder for me to cope if she were not.

Finally, I believe my past experience with caregiving has helped me. I am now in my thirtieth consecutive year of caregiving. Most of that was with our four parents and my dad’s significant other. Some of that involved overlapping care of three at a time. Fortunately, we had fulltime professional care for both of Kate’s parents. Each of our parents’ situations was different and helped to sensitize me to a broad range of issues. I haven’t felt that I was caught off guard when Kate was diagnosed.

All of this is to say that I haven’t experienced the same degree of stress that faces so many caregivers. I am very fortunate. As I write this particular post, I should note that my stress is at its greatest level. I find myself slipping to take care of a wide range of obligations. Most of them are inconsequential. For example, I had purchased tickets for us to attend a local variety production of Broadway music at one of our local theaters this past Sunday. It is something we would have enjoyed, and we had no other obligations. I simply forgot to put it on my calendar, so we missed it. There are other things that relate to the maintenance of the house that get less attention than they deserve. I have plans to address them a little at a time over the next year. As Kate declines further, I will retain additional help and will likely participate in one or two support groups, but, for now, my stress is still at a manageable level. I am grateful for the concern and support I receive from those around me.

A Change in My Morning Routine

I’ve been pretty open about my following a predictable daily routine. That’s especially true in the morning when I have the most control. After that, I seek routine but always bend to the necessities of the day. I find that I bend a lot more with the progression of Kate’s Alzheimer’s. Her recent changes and the summer weather have made a difference.

As long as I can remember my first order of business has been to eat breakfast. During the past four or five years, I’ve added a daily walk of 2 to 2.5 miles right after breakfast. Over the past few weeks, that’s changed.

I was initially motivated by the weather. The morning temperatures and humidity have been a little warmer than I like, so I decided to walk a little earlier. I tried that, but it was still too warm by the time I reached the mid-point of my walk. That led to what I previously would have thought to be the unthinkable – walking before breakfast. It took me a week to get fully adjusted, but it is working now. That first week I was so accustomed to beginning my other daily activities when I got back from my walk that I forgot to eat breakfast three times. It was only a little later in the morning that I felt unusually hungry. I quickly realized the problem.

One morning I was hotter than usual when I got home from my walk. I decided to cool off in the pool. I was only in the pool about twenty minutes, but I found it a nice way to end a walk, so that has become my new normal. I’m not sure how long I will continue that. I suppose that will be when the water is colder than I like. That shouldn’t be too long. In the meantime, I am enjoying the new routine. I think it may have some therapeutic benefits as well. I’ll say more about that in another post.

With Kate sleeping later than usual, the added stress as she declines, and the increase in the number of desserts we are now eating, I’ve increased the length of my walks. Instead of 2 to 2.5 miles I have gradually increased that to a little over 4 miles. Yesterday it was 4.5 miles. Today it was 4.6 miles. I’m stopping there.

Apart from its stress-reduction value, it also gives me more time for reading (listening). That is especially helpful with longer books. Now I am listening to A Gentleman in Moscow. It would take me 16 days walking my shorter route. My new one will allow me to do it in 12. I should also add that I have dropped almost five pounds. For the past couple of months, I have been five pounds heavier than I like to be. Burning more calories really helps.

Reading to Minimize Stress

A few months ago, I wrote a post about my personal efforts to minimize the stress that often accompanies caregiving. That particular one focused on exercise. I noted that I have been involved with exercise for many years, most of that in connection with my thrice-weekly visits to the Y. After Kate’s diagnosis, I added walking around our neighborhood the other four days of the week. More recently, I have increased my walking to seven days a week. Even more recently, I have increased the length of my walk from an around 2 ½ miles to 3 miles. Another way in which I have dealt with stress is reading.

My life with reading could be described as having lots of ups and downs. In elementary school I was an avid reader of The Hardy Boys series and the orange-bound biographies of Americans of note. Most of my reading after that was devoted to the assigned reading in connection with my class work. After graduate school, I found myself immersed in the books and articles that related directly to my early career as a professor of sociology and social psychology. Later on, when I started my own market and opinion research company, I was involved in a good bit of travel. I tended to read while in airports or on the plane. Much of that reading involved newspapers and periodicals.

When I retired to spend more time with Kate, I decided to incorporate reading for pleasure as an essential part of my life. I don’t mean that I didn’t enjoy the things I had been reading before, but most of my reading was related to my professional interests. I’ve always had diverse interests in my personal reading choices. Now I had the chance to pursue a richer variety of topics than I had done before.

Kate had experienced sleeping problems prior to her diagnosis. She was a former English teacher and librarian and had been a reader since childhood. It was only natural that she would think of reading when she woke up at night. She decided the easy way to do that was to listen to audio books. I gave her an iPod, and she signed up for a subscription with Audible for two books a month. Gradually, she started listening when she went to bed each night. She kept that up for years until her Alzheimer’s made it too difficult, and the Trazadone she was taking provided her with a good night’s sleep.

I took my cue from her. I took out the same subscription with Audible and continue to the present. I realize that the audio format is not for everyone, but it works for me. I was also influenced by a problem with my eyes. I have a severe dry eye condition and find reading, especially in print form, to be difficult. For a while I used a Kindle. That worked pretty well. Then I switched to the iPad, but I prefer audiobooks. I discovered that I like having someone read to me. Listening can be very powerful. That is especially true for books that involve a narrator’s telling the story. For that reason, I find books like The Reader to be an especially good in audio format.

Since I didn’t have a sleep problem, I was able to choose what I thought was the best time for reading (listening). That was when I am at the Y or walking. In addition, I continue to read on my iPad. The books I read on the iPad are those that I may want to refer to later. I listen to books about 8-10 hours a week and read on the iPad somewhat less than that. That means I don’t read a lot, but it does add up over time. Since Kate’s diagnosis 7 ½ hears ago, I’ve listened to more than 150 books. In addition, I have read 60-70 on my iPad, over thirty of those by caregivers or people with dementia. I like having those on the iPad. It is much easier to go back to specific parts of a book that way than with the audio version.

As for what I read, my books represent a wide assortment of topics, but they are heavily oriented toward non-fiction. Periodically, I try to correct this imbalance. I have read more than a dozen of Donna Leon’s books. She is my favorite light fiction writer. I have also read quite a few of Daniel Silva’s and Louise Penny’s books.  Two works of fiction that I have particularly enjoyed are Hans Fallada’s Every Man Dies Alone and Ann Patchett’s Bel Canto.

Among the works on non-fiction I have read and enjoyed during the past year or two are The Inheritance, Fifty Inventions That Shaped the Modern Economy, The Death and Life of the Great Lakes, Alone, two biographies by Walter Isaacson (Leonardo da Vinci and Steve Jobs), Why Buddhism is True, The Great Quake, Tell Me Everything You Don’t Remember, Sisters in Law, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, and Erik Larsen’s In the Garden of Beasts

I have found that reading helps to keep my mind on a variety of things that are well beyond my daily routine. Books are a great source of entertainment, education, and stimulation. In addition, I never run out of new material. It wouldn’t work as my sole method for addressing stress, but it plays an important part in my overall strategy.

Caregiving, Stress, and How I Deal With It (Part 1)

Since Kate’s diagnosis, I have read a lot of things written about caregiver stress. Some of this has come from books written by caregivers. Some comes from a variety of online support groups and blogs as well as reports in the media. It is clear to me that the message is out. I can tell that by how often friends ask me how I am managing.

It is clear that caregiving can take its toll. My father cared for my mother who had an undiagnosed form of dementia. He cared for her without any help except on Wednesday mornings when he went to Kiwanis and then ran a few errands. He left her at a senior daycare center during that 4-hour period. I don’t recall his complaining or saying anything about the stress he was under. I was quite aware, however, that it had an impact on him. During the last year or two of her life, he wasn’t as upbeat as he usually was. After she died, he bounced back. It was then I realized the stress he had been under.

Beyond that, Kate and I were involved with care for all four of our parents over a period of 23 consecutive years. Kate’s mother lived with us the last 5 years and 3 months of her life. During that time, she had round-the-clock care by a team of 6-7 paid caregivers. Kate was diagnosed 2 years before my dad died. That means I have been involved directly or indirectly with caregiving for 28 consecutive years.

Until Kate was diagnosed, I didn’t put much thought into ways that I might minimize stress. My initial focus was a joint one. We wanted to take advantage of our time together. That meant we had to make every moment count. I am satisfied that we have done that and continue to do so although life is different now.

As Kate’s condition progressed, I began to think more about stress. I can’t remember the earliest time that I consciously took it seriously, but very early on I began to initiate several changes in my own life to prevent or minimize stress.

The first thing I did was to increase my exercise time. For over twenty years, I had been a regular at the Y although my professional travel meant that I wasn’t as frequent there as I wanted to be. As I was nearing retirement, I travelled less. That enabled me to be at the Y three mornings a week on a more regular basis. I arrived shortly before 7:00 and got to the office at 9:00. After her diagnosis, I started walking in the neighborhood the other four mornings of the week. I developed three different routes of varying lengths. The one I considered my default was almost exactly three miles, another two miles, and the third about a mile and a half. These days I still have three routes, but each is slightly shorter than the original ones.

As I began to feel uncomfortable leaving Kate alone, I have made some changes I felt were necessary. My major motivation for bringing in a sitter was to enable me to get to the Y. When I considered the most appropriate schedule for our situation, I decided to have the sitter come in the afternoon rather than the morning. That made for a double benefit on Monday because that would allow me to attend Rotary and then go to the Y. We started that schedule in September of this past year, and it has worked well. I have found, however, that sometimes I have other things like occasional United Way meetings that are usually on a Monday. When that happens, I sacrifice my time at the Y. To make up for that, I started walking every morning and going to the Y three days a week except when other things prevent it. Of course, there are always times when the weather is bad. I don’t walk in the rain, and I don’t walk when it is below 25 degrees.

You may wonder why I leave Kate to walk but won’t leave her when I go to the Y. That relates to our long-standing morning routines. Since Kate gave up her position as a librarian/media specialist at a local high school in 1990, I have almost always been gone when she gets up. She is very accustomed to being alone in the morning. She also gets going very slowly. That means she is not going anywhere soon after she wakes up. I only recall one or two times that she was up before I returned from my walk. I am gone anywhere between 30 and 48 minutes.  I do recognize leaving her is taking a calculated risk, but it is one with which I am still comfortable. I don’t know how long this will last. I’ll be ready to make a change when it looks like that would be best.

There are several other ways I tried to keep from being overcome by stress. I’ll address those in subsequent posts.

How am I feeling?

The past two days I have felt more relaxed than I have in several weeks. The explanation is simple. For the past 18-24 months, I have served on a retiree engagement committee of the United Way. We have met monthly during that time. Our objective is to come up with a way to retain the support of our donors as they retire. Within the past six months, the committee’s activity increased. I moderated a focus group for them in early December. During the current year, I was in charge of a short online survey of donors 50 and older to assess their interest in maintaining a connection with United Way.

On the basis of this early work we decided to hold a luncheon meeting to explain the establish a new initiative for retirees. We invited everyone who had been in our focus group and all the survey respondents who expressed interest in learning more about Always United. I served on the subcommittee that was in charge of the luncheon. I also served as emcee of the event which occurred on May 1. This added more responsibility but was manageable.

It was just a couple of months ago that I made my commitment to speak to our Rotary club about my experience as a caregiver for Kate. While that was something that was easy for me to do in terms of my knowledge, it has occupied a good bit of my time. I wanted it to go well. There was so much to say I had to organize my thoughts and have a good outline of what I wanted to say. There was also a certain amount of anxiety related to the fact that this was my first public statement about Kate’s Alzheimer’s.

Not long after my commitment to the Rotary talk, I received a call from the senior pastor of our church asking if I would chair the program committee for a dinner honoring a former pastor. At first, I turned him down. I told him that my responsibilities for Kate made it challenging for me. I conveyed that the bigger problem was not that it would require me to leave her but that it would occupy my mind and add too much stress to my life. After thinking about it overnight, I decided to do it. I felt that in some ways it would actually be therapeutic for me. I enjoy being active and being with people. This would give me another way to accomplish that. I called him back and asked if he had asked someone else. He had not.

That led to my selecting a committee and then meeting with them weekly with emails and phone calls in between. In addition, I had numerous trips to church to talk with our communications director and our IT manager who were assigned to help us in any way we needed.

It was a terrific committee. I am glad that I accepted, but it did require a lot of work. I am glad to say that all three of the events I mentioned above went well.  All-in-all the three experiences were good for me. At the same time they were demanding since they all came at the same time. I am taking satisfaction in the fact that things went well and that I can now relax a bit before something else comes up.

Caregiver Stress

I am only minutes away from finishing Jan’s Story. I have a number of reactions. The biggest problem I’ve had is the title. I still think Petersen is telling his story more than Jan’s. It is clear that he has suffered a tremendous amount of stress that I haven’t come close to having. Listening to the book again is causing me to reflect on my own adjustment to Kate. One thing I struggled with is the last chapter or two when he talks about establishing a relationship with another woman. This would seem to be a difficult thing for me to consider. I simply can’t imagine it’s happening. I do understand that each person’s situation is different; so I’m trying not to be too critical of him.

As to my own adjustment, let me say that I clearly am making continual adjustments to Kate’s condition and specific things that she does. I do not, however, feel that I am under tremendous stress (underscore “tremendous”). I also experience the pain at signs that our relationship is changing for the negative. One of those is that I have to be very careful what I say and do. She is quite sensitive and feels hurt or angry or both when she feels I am criticizing her in any way. Another thing is the change in our conversations. This is minor at this point, but I can see a more serious change is on the way. I tuned into that problem in Petersen’s book. There are limited things we can talk about, and we can’t get very deep into anything. It is simply too frustrating. I emphasize again that this is not a big issue yet. I say that because Kate is much less talkative than I. She feels comfortable with periods of silence. For me, when there is silence, I feel a need to fill it with chatter about something. For her this can actually be annoying. Now I am more comfortable with silence because I know that this really is good for her. The things that she talks about most involve the yard and her plants and the house. We also talk about previous trips and the good times we have had.

Another minor problem for me is something that relates to our differences in communication. I would be more prone to acknowledge publicly my Alzheimer’s. She still wants to keep it secret. I do understand why she feels this way. She is not one to lead a cause; so she doesn’t want to do anything like President Reagan or the UT women’s basketball coach. The big issue for her is the way she is likely to be treated if people knew. As it is right now people treat her normally. That might be very difficult for them to do if they were aware of her condition.

One reason I am keeping this journal is that I might want to be public sometime in the future when it would not matter to Kate. I can easily see my creating a blog or speaking to support groups or volunteering with the Alzheimer’s Association in some way. In fact, if my health still permits, I believe I am very likely to make a commitment to work in some volunteer capacity to assist either caregivers or patients or both.