Thursday

Today’s Kate went to her PEO chapter’s meeting. This was just a social and not a regular meeting. I had gotten an email reminding me of the meeting 3 weeks ago. Kate had also received an email (at least I assume so), but she had never mentioned it to me. In order to prevent her awareness that I am communicating with a couple of her PEO sisters about things like this, I simply mentioned this to her a week or so ago as though it were something that she might have told me. She never questioned how I knew. I reminded her yesterday that she would be going today. She asked me what time we were going but nothing else. I told her I was going to take her to our church where she would meet someone who would take her to the meeting. She showed no surprise that I knew this. When we arrived, she got out of the car while one of her sisters came over to speak with me about making arrangements to get her back home. I noticed that she didn’t say much to but gave me more attention as if to say that Kate doesn’t really understand, I’ll tell Richard. After they returned, Kate said that the people in the car are big talkers and that she had a hard time getting in to say anything. I suspect that what is happening is that people are beginning to treat her as though she doesn’t understand. In other words, they are treating her in the very way that Kate has been concerned about. That is why she hasn’t wanted people to know. Things like this make me feel for her.

When she got home, she seemed tired. She has been in the bed ever since. Some of that time she has been working jigsaw puzzles on her iPad, but she has also slept. That is what she is doing now. I am about to get her up to take her to dinner. I have a dinner at the convention center this evening in connection with my responsibilities at the foundation. I think the social activity of the day has worn her out, another sign of Alzheimer’s.

Leaving for Memphis

Last night Kate asked me what time we were leaving for Memphis. I told her 10:00 although I was really shooting for 10:30. This morning she asked again. (I had not expected her to remember from last night.) We had awakened early (5:00 am). I told her 10:00. But that we could leave earlier if were ready. Around 8:00 she was on her iPad in bed and asked me what time we were leaving. I told her 10:00. She got up and started to get ready. At 9:00 she told me if she were not ready when I was ready, I could just wait. That is what I have been doing since. Just before 10:30 I went to the back of the house where she was putting up some clothes. She asked what I wanted. I told her I was just checking and wondered if she had a progress report. She asked me what time we were leaving. I told her we were going to leave 30 minutes ago. Then she panicked and said, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I told her that I did. She insisted that I hadn’t. I told her I was sorry. She has been scrambling ever since though it looks like she could be ready any minute.

She just called to me. She wanted to know where her boots were. I told her the last I had seen they were on the bed in the bedroom.

Another Crisis

As we were getting ready to go to a funeral service for a neighbor this morning, Kate had another breakdown (panic attack) as she was trying to find something to wear. She cried uncontrollably for 15-20 minutes. It is difficult to locate things because she tends to throw her clothes on the floor or somewhere else when she takes them off. I have mentioned a number of times that our biggest crises are in getting ready to go somewhere and her getting dressed. I was almost in tears as well as she struggled to find what she wanted/needed and was feeling horrible about her inability to find things.

As we were coming home after lunch we talked about working together to arrange her clothes so that they would be easier to locate.

Continued Problem Getting Ready

Last night we were going out to eat. As I was getting ready, I thought about Kate’s new clothes that we bought several months ago and that she has not been wearing. (I think she simply doesn’t remember she has them.) I called to her and went to her bathroom where she was starting to get ready. When I called she answered with irritation. She wanted to know what I wanted. Before I could begin to explain, I could see that she was breathing more heavily than normal and appeared stressed. She went on to say she just wanted to be ready on time and that she was having to work so hard to please me. She walked away from me. I spoke to her in a gentle voice so as not to further aggravate her and told her that I was just thinking she might want to see if her new clothes would be something she would want to wear. Then I left to get ready myself. When she had dressed, it turns out that she found a new dress and jacket. She looked great. She was also in a good humor.

This experience was the most striking example of the stress she experiences when we are going places. It was more than just a panic attack this time. It was almost as if she were frightened of me as if I was going to abuse her. This frightened me. The last thing I want is for her to think of me as her master. I will write more later to explain that earlier in the day we had had an experience buying more plants in which I had been bothered, and she picked up on it.

More Signs of Problems

Yesterday was a busy day. We went to our monthly YMCA breakfast at the at 8:00. At 10:00 I had a short conference call with our attorney. At 11:45 we went to a lunch for seniors at our church. We came home after that. I changed clothes and then went across town to a foundation event honoring donors.

I arrived home sometime before 4:00. We were scheduled to meet Ellen and some of her friends at a restaurant at 5:00 before attending a performance of Camelot at 7:30. I was concerned that Kate might still be in the yard when I got home but didn’t see her. When I went inside, I saw that she had laid out her clothes on our bed. That made me think that she had remembered that we were going out. I went around to her office (which I call her room) where she keeps all of her clothes. I noticed that the room was cleaned up except for a large pile of things on the floor. She told me to go away, to leave her alone. She said she had to clean up these things. I have learned that when this kind of thing occurs, it is best to follow her instructions and went back to the kitchen where I was reviewing the day’s email.

In a little while, she called for me. I went to her in the guest room where she was dressing. She told me to vacuum the closet where she had taken off her clothes she had had on outside. Then she asked, “What time is he coming?” I said, “Who?” She said, “Morton.” (Bruce Morton is my old roommate at TCU. He and his wife Debbie are going to visit us in June.) I told her the Mortons were not coming until June. She asked, “Then who’s coming?” I told her that no one was coming, that we were going to meet Ellen for dinner at 5:00 and then go to see Camelot after that. The she broke down. It was then that I got the picture. She hadn’t remembered that we were going out at all. She thought we were going to have house guests and needed to have everything cleaned up.

Then she felt she needed to wear different clothes than the ones she was putting on. We went to her closet where I discovered that all the mess that was on the floor in her room was now stuffed into her closet. It was at least 2 feet high and went from the front of the closet to the shelves in the back of the closet, at least 6 feet. It turns out that all her shoes were in the back of the closet; so she couldn’t get to them without taking everything out of the closet. I decided to crawl over the debris and get some shoes. I found a pair that she said would work. She was now in a panic attack. I tried to calm her down. I told her I thought we should cancel our plans to meet Ellen for dinner, that we would simply take our time and go to a restaurant on our own and meet Ellen and her group at the theater. She gladly accepted that suggestion. The panic attack subsided, but she was whipped from the emotion generated by the experience. She didn’t really become herself again until we met Ellen at the musical. The rest of the evening went well. She got into bed quickly and slept well.

It was painful to watch her go through this, and this is something that I could not have prevented. She has had a couple of other experiences in which she was confused about our going somewhere or meeting someone that we had never discussed at all. I believe this particular experience  arises from something I said at lunch. Our speaker was from the zoo and botanical garden. I told Kate that we should think about taking the Mortons to the zoo when they are here. She thought that was a good idea. We didn’t discuss it after that, but it must have stuck some way in her mind and transformed into their coming last night.

As painful as this experience was for both of us, I know this is just a precursor of things to come.

More Panic

The issue of Kate’s weight and inability to get into her clothes (slacks specifically) continued yesterday. This time we were getting ready to go to dinner. Once again, she got frustrated because she couldn’t find any slacks that fit her. I told her that I had put aside the ones she wore on Friday night because they did fit her. They were part of the ones we recently bought. When I went to the closet to get them, they were missing from the hanger on which I had hung them. I looked around her room (the office) and the closet and couldn’t find them. I did, however, find a pair that were marked a 12 which should fit. They were a bit tight, but she was able to wear them. During this episode, she was in tears, whimpering would be a better way to describe it. It was very much like the day before but not as severe as the one at Lowe’s the night before that.

I should add that we had a very nice dinner. I’m not referring to the meal itself though it was good. I mean she was calm, and we both enjoyed ourselves and being together. We are spending a considerable amount of money eating out, but it is not just the food that I am after. I am trying to maximize the amount of quality time we have together. It seems that it is easiest when we are doing something together like dining. We are able to talk more easily with one another, and she is able to have some time when she is not personally frustrated or getting messages from me that she has done something wrong.

This morning getting ready for church, Kate encountered more problems finding something to wear. I was just about ready to tell her she might be better to stay at home (which would have been very difficult to say without offending her) when I found a pair of slacks that I thought might work. They did even though she was unable to zip them up all the way. We still haven’t found the new ones she wore Friday night. I did take a step forward when I told her I wanted to help her. Although she has adamantly refused before, she was sufficiently frustrated to accept. We agreed that we would work together to clean up her room and identify the clothes she is able to wear.

So how am I feeling about all this? I must admit there is a little panic for me as well. I recognize that her condition is worsening and that she is aware of it, but she still wants to maintain whatever independence she is able to muster. I find that every time I try to say something to curb one of the behaviors I think is getting out of hand, she is offended. I try to accept whatever she wants to do. This means she eats more than she should. I am less sure that my feelings about her purchases for the yard are appropriate. She is giving the yard more color; it occupies her time, and serves as therapy. In that respect, it is pretty cheap.

I also have wondered if my telling Ellen about Kate’s diagnosis might have been for me to have someone from whom I don’t have to hide things. I have also decided to tell Tom and Stan. They would be my closest mail friends. I do believe telling them is a benefit to me. It certainly doesn’t change things for Kate. This coming Saturday Jan and Scott Greeley are coming from Nashville for lunch. I am considering telling them simply to make them aware since we are so close to them. Kate’s and Scott’s mothers were pregnant with them in 1940. I think they should know.

Mini-Crisis

Although Ellen was surprised about Kate’s diagnosis, she did say that looking back she could see signs. She is now seeing more signs. Yesterday, she came by to pick up Kate for a visitation of a friend who died last week. Kate was not ready when she arrived. I invited her in. Kate was in something of a mild panic over not being able to find any slacks that fit her. A couple of times she called to me for help. She was also making noises that have become commonplace. It is hard to describe. They are something of a groan. Before Ellen had arrived, I had mentioned that I thought she was dressed too casually. She changed. She got a jacket that didn’t quite match what she was wearing. I suggested she might try something else. Then she found something that was better but not just right. I let her go out with it.

We agreed that they would call me when they were finished, and I would meet them for dinner. When they got back to the house, we chatted outside on the patio for a few minutes. When Kate went inside to change clothes, Ellen told me that the day before, Ellen reminded her that they needed to call me even though they had just done so only minutes before. She said that Kate said, “”My short-term memory is really going.”

The biggest crisis we have had occurred last night. Kate is hosting her PEO meeting this morning. This was a last-minute change because the person who was to host was unable to do it. Kate’s immediate thought when she was asked to do it was the yard. She always wants to put the emphasis on the yard. I’m not saying this is a bad thing, but that she then forgets to do things on the inside of the house that need doing. I tried to encourage her to address some of the things to no avail. The bottom line is that she still did not have everything ready late yesterday afternoon. We went over to Panera’ for a quick dinner. I didn’t notice anything special until we were nearly finished. She had a depressed expression on her face. She would look down and put her hand to her head. My interpretation is that she was thinking about all the things she had to do, how difficult it is for her to do them, and how little time she had. This is something I have observed before. I know that she doesn’t like for me to talk. She just wants to be left on her own to get hold of herself. When I asked if she were ready to leave, she said she needed a little more time to calm down. We took another 5-10 minutes, and she said she was ready.

We had planned to go to Lowe’s for a few more plants, something I thought was crazy since it was about 7:00 pm. I asked her if she wanted to go home first. She said yes. We sat on the love seat in the family room and cuddled without talking. From the time we got up to leave Panera’s she was shaking like she was cold. This seemed to ease after we sat for a while at home. She said she was ready to go to Lowe’s.

When we got there, she was shivering and wandered down the aisles looking for plants. When she picked up a plant that was quite different from what she had said she wanted, I told her this was not like what she had said she wanted. She broke into tears and said, “”There’s not going to be anything left that I can do.” I held her a few moments. Then she continued to look for plants even though she was still continuing to cry.

At this point it was clear to me that she is frightened about what is happening to her and what still lies ahead. In the past few months, it had seemed to me that she had entered a phase that was a little more like people are referring to when they say, “At least she doesn’t know.” I have been adamant about saying that Alzheimer’s patients do in fact know for a long time before they don’t know. I was beginning to think that Kate was getting to that point.

It is also clear that Kate believes she is not as far along as she is, but she is aware of her increasing deterioration in memory and function.

So how do feel this morning. Not good. I feel a little tense. I feel as though my heart is beating faster than it usually does. It tears me up to see her go through this. If only there were some way to avoid going through this. I know there are harder days ahead. I am now wondering if the hardest ones are in this phase where the decline is becoming more noticeable, and she has to think about this like someone going to the gas chamber or electric chair. Because I see it as frightening to her, it is frightening to me.

Moments of reality

Today Kate had an 8:45 am appointment with her primary doctor. Before going for my morning walk, I checked to see that she was awake and knew to get ready for her appointment. She was, and I turned on the TV to the Today Show.

When I returned, I found that she was up, had had her V8, and was eating her yogurt. This would have been about 7:40. She continued to get ready to go, and I reminded her that we would leave at 8:30. At 8:29, I told her it was time to go. She got frustrated with me and said harshly, “Just a minute.” After a few minutes I went into our bedroom where I could see that she was still not fully dressed. I reminded her we were to be there soon. Finally, at 8:45 she was ready but never hurried at all.

When we got to the doctor’s office, the receptionist indicated that we were late and that they would have to reschedule which we did (for a week from this Friday). I didn’t say anything. There was no need. Kate said she was sorry. When we pulled into our garage at home, I could see that she was depressed. I told her that it was all right, that this was a situation where the consequences were inconsequential. It was clear in reading her thoughts, however, that it really wasn’t the consequences she was worried about; she saw this as another sign of the progression of her AD.

At home, I got my things together to go to the office. I gave her a hug. We didn’t need words. We both understood the situation. I believe this is only a precursor to many more of these times. It may even be sadder when the AD prevents her from feeling low. I really don’t know which is worse. Now I am at the office and concerned that I should have stayed with her.

Discouraging week

Although we have had a week with some good moments, Kate has been unusually discouraged. In her words, “frustrated.” Leaving her purse at 2 restaurants last weekend, losing her tickets to the symphony concert last week (something I hadn’t mentioned before), and auto accident were the key incidents. In addition, however, she has had great difficulty working on the computer. Specifically, she has been working on a Christmas eCard to send to our friends. She has selected a variety of pictures taken since the early days of our marriage up to the present time; however, she keeps revising and makes new mistakes each time she makes a change.

Her discouragement is reflected in a withdrawal. She has been playing Free Cell on the computer and is doing nothing that I can see to prepare for our departure in the morning at 9:30 for the airport for our flight to San Antonio. For me one of the most disturbing aspects of this withdrawal is a withdrawal from me as well. Normally, she seeks me for comfort. In this case, she is simply withdrawing and rather uncommunicative. I have tried to be supportive, but she is not too responsive. I should say, however, that before we went to church this morning she gave me a big hug and said something that conveyed how dependent she is on me.

The week’s events have left me discouraged as well. It is a little the way I felt with Dad when he was having a bad day. A bad day for him was a bad day for me.

So how are we feeling today?

Today is the 52nd anniversary of our first date and the 51st anniversary of our engagement. We normally do more reflecting on those occasions than we are today. Perhaps I should say that we have acknowledged the occasions; however, our mood is somber rather than joyous. Kate continues to be down as a result of her accident. She said she was feeling better this morning. Then we received a call from the State Farm adjuster who asked questions about the accident. I still hadn’t been able to learn who has(d) our car.

While at lunch I got a call from the officer who was at the scene of the accident. She gave me the correct name, address, and phone number of the garage that was holding the car. I have now arranged for it to be towed to the same body shop that has previously done work for us. All this activity has brought back Kate’s feelings of inadequacy.

On top of the accident, Kate has left her purse with her cell phone at 2 different restaurants over the weekend. The first was on Saturday. We had lunch near my office. We realized sometime later than she did not have her cell phone but couldn’t figure out where it might be. At almost 3:00 am Sunday morning, I got a text message saying it had been found at deli where we had had lunch. After church on Sunday we went by to pick it up.

That afternoon we attended a Christmas concert given by the Nashville Symphony. We went with a group of Kate’s PEO sisters and some spouses. After the concert we went to dinner.

On Monday we realized that Kate’s phone was missing. I called it a number of times while I looked in the car, in her closet, in our bedroom as well as other bedrooms in the house. We simply didn’t know where it was until I received a call yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon. It was the manager of the restaurant where we had dinner saying she had the purse and phone. I told her we would come out today to get it. That took us to there for lunch, and we recovered the missing items. I have needed to watch for Kate’s purse for a long time, but it just isn’t in my sphere of concern. I need to change and am committed to doing so.

Now the real issue – how am I doing? I would say that I am anxious. Seeing the decline in Kate saddens me. It makes me wonder how long we have before it is clear to everyone that she has Alzheimer’s. Already it has seriously affected our conversations. She is unable to express much interest, only toleration, for things I have to say. Often, it is obvious that she doesn’t want to go on with a conversation. We connect best when we reminisce about the experiences we have over our years together. We both enjoyed reflecting on the people we have known, the places we have been, etc. It is difficult to engage in much other conversation. I am beginning to accept longer periods of silence which is something that a person with my personality has trouble with.