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Occasional Setbacks and “How am I?”

Thursday afternoon Kate took a call from the body shop that is repairing her car. They said her car was ready to be picked up and that the cost was just under $3,000. This is pretty close to their original estimate, but I had not told Kate how much it was going to be. She called me right away to let me know, and I could tell she was depressed. She had no idea what it was going to run. That has continued through today and has been reflected in a little irritability. I believe she is coming out of it though. When I returned from the grocery store about 15 minutes ago, she said she wanted to tell me she loved me. I considered that an apology for her mood the past couple of days.

In my previous post I was intending to say how each of us is getting along as we approach the second anniversary of our receiving the official news that she has AD. I believe I conveyed how she is getting along but ran out of time before commenting on my adjustment. Here it is.

On the whole I am doing well. I have made many adjustments. Among those has been accepting things that she does that are not the way I would do them (the way she loads the dishwasher, or leaves dirty dishes on the counter without rinsing). It also includes responding to her wishes more quickly. Things that I would have tried to explain, I don’t. That is because she stops me. It is amazing how many times she stops me during a given day. She simply says, “Let’s not discuss it.” I immediately drop the subject.

Thinking of my actions, I believe I am doing very well. On the other hand, I do feel the stress involved in taking care of Dad and Kate. It is remarkable how similar some of their symptoms are. One example is their desire not to discuss anything that I want to discuss or hear more about or to have them explain. I interpret this as occurring because the condition of their brains does not enable them to do it. The simplest things can cause problems; so explaining why she wants something or did something is just too difficult, really impossible.

The other things that cause more stress than I am accustomed to involve the sheer amount of time required to take care of them. For that reason I get behind on other things like returning phone calls, paying bills, or completing other tasks.

I am taking more time away from the office and will probably stop going in every morning in the next few months. That will give me even less time to do the various things I need to do for myself or to run the household, but I will be able to spend more time directly helping Kate. Her condition has given me much appreciation for the need for two people to run a household. Since I am doing it all, I am always hopping.

The last thing I would say is that my mood goes up and down. Sometimes I feel very good. At other times I am low. That is directly related to my experiences with Kate as well as Dad. I come home visiting Dad worn out from trying so hard to please him and discovering that it doesn’t appear to make any difference.

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New Year: So where are we? How is she? How am I?

I started to entitle this entry “Emotions change quickly” but thought that since it is the beginning of a new year some reflection is appropriate. Both things are intertwined.

Just yesterday I sent the following email to Tom and Carl, two email buddies whom I have kept up with since college days at TCU. Neither of them knows about Kate’s AD.

As I suggested in my previous post, each of us is approaching the stage of life with a different set of experiences and situations. I have never been a workaholic, but my job has necessarily required time apart from Kate. I used to travel a lot. I was reminded of this the other day when I noted that I have travelled only 23,000 miles this year. At one time I was travelling over 100,000 miles a year. That’s how I got to 3,000,000 with Delta. I must have flown 500,000 with US Air. Kate never complained. She actually likes alone time, and I think we were together just about as much as she wanted. Now that we have reached this stage, I just feel the need to make the most of whatever time we have left. That is why I have put as much emphasis on our 50th anniversary as I have done. I have also tried to attend as many social and cultural events as possible. We do about as much as we are comfortable doing. Sometimes it is just nice to be at home.

For me this is as much about attitude change as it is about just being together. I mean there is a difference when we are together. For example, as I finished the paragraph above, she came in to ask if I could build a fire. In the past I would have done it, but I might have thought, “Gee, we just had a fire each of the last 2 days. Do we really need another one today?” Instead I immediately started working on a fire that she will enjoy the rest of the afternoon until we go to dinner. Another way of expressing it is that I make more of an effort to make her happy than I did for a good bit of our married life. The great news is that I find that we are enjoying each other more than we did in the past. That’s saying something because we have always had a good marriage. Now it is almost like we are on a honeymoon. We don’t take each other for granted. Enough said.

Of course, this leaves a lot unsaid because I don’t want them to know just yet about Kate’s diagnosis. It also emphasizes how quickly my feelings can change. Yesterday I sensed that Kate was somewhat depressed. When I got home from visiting Dad, she was almost asleep on the sofa in the family room. We talked a little before dinner, ate at home, and went to bed. During the night she had some problems with diarrhea. This has been a chronic issue for her for some time; however it has gotten worse in the past 6-12 months. This made me think about her continuing inability to function effectively when doing a lot of tasks and what things will be like as she gets worse. It also made me think about our upcoming trip to Peru and Ecuador. I understand that almost everyone gets diarrhea on this trip. Will this be especially difficult for her? I don’t know. I hope that we will be able to take medicine that will help us. She has two doctors’ appointments coming up soon. One is with Dr. Reasoner, the other with Dr. Edwards. She also had a bad bout with acid reflux night two nights ago. I ended up calling the doctor on call at Dr. Reasoner’s office. He recommended she take Gravascon or Mylanta which we have bought subsequent to my call. My point in going through this is to say we can be up at one moment and down at another. My mood depends heavily on how I believe she is feeling.

So how is she doing? On the whole, I would say she is doing well. I think she would say the same. On the other hand, we both see signs of greater difficulty doing lots of things. I get the impression that she is sometimes just in a daze. On simple tasks like entering a new name in her contact list or an item on her calendar, she asks me to give her just one thing at a time. I can’t say, “”We are going to the Bijou on Thursday at 8:00.” That is too much information at one time. Another indication of how difficult it can be for her to do things involves her hair appointment. She missed one while we were in Tom for Christmas, and her hair dresser asked her to schedule a new appointment when we returned. I have been asking all week if she had done it, and she hadn’t. Last night I asked her if she would like me to call and make the appointment. She quickly said yes as though a load was lifted from her.

At dinner on New Year’s eve, she made a gentle reference to her AD, but we did not discuss it. It is clear, however, that she sees herself having more trouble. She does not believe her time is as short as I believe it is. She continues to talk about taking each of the grandchildren to NYC when they are 13. That would be the summer of 2014 for Heather and 2016 for the twins, and 2017 for Taylor. I am not even sure 2014 will work out. Kate certainly would be able to travel, but based on our recent trip to NYC, she requires a lot of help. (I have even thought we might consider taking Heather to NY this summer instead.) That said, I believe it is good that Kate does not believe the trips won’t work out. This would depress her.

Going to have to close now. I will deal with how I am doing in the next post.

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Special Moments Followed by Melancholy

A week ago this past Friday we went to a 5:30 movie (Anna Jesseina) and then to Casa Bella dinner. Everything was perfect. We got our usual dinner, splitting a Veal Piccata, a bottle of wine and white chocolate cheese cake for dessert. Every part of the meal was great as well as our conversation. All of this is to say that we continue to have many special moments – I suspect more than most couples.

For some reason the next day I was feeling kind of melancholy. In the car I listened to music that has been special to us. That would include a song from the movie, Same Time Next Year and another from the television series, ”Family Ties.” It was hard to keep my mind off of the fact that the special times we have together are limited and grow fewer each day. Mind you, it wasn’t that Kate did something to remind me of this; it was simply the joy of good times together that made me think of the limited time we have.

This past week we went to Lubbock to be with Kevin’s family for Christmas. This was a special time. During the trip there were reminders of Kate’s decline in memory. For example, she indicated she wanted to go to the Astrodome. I decided that the easiest way to work that into our schedule would be for us to do it on Friday morning, the day we were leaving. Each day, however, she would ask about going to the Astrodome, and I would tell her we would do it on Friday. On Thursday night, we said our good-byes to Kevin and his family after dinner at the Macaroni Grill. It was clear that the reason for doing so was that we would not see them the next morning. When she got up Friday morning, she worked on the computer for a while, and I mentioned that we would want to leave on the early side to get to the Astrodome. She took her shower, dressed, and got ready to leave; however, she hadn’t packed her things. When I mentioned this, she asked if we were leaving today. I told her yes; so despite numerous mentions of when we were returning and her writing it on her calendar, she still did not remember that this is the day we were to return.

Looking on the bright side once again, it is good that it is the short-term memories that are the biggest problem because most of our functioning depends on longer-term memory. This would not be true if she were in a position of responsibility either as a volunteer at the library or if she were still working in the school system. I am even beginning to be concerned about some of her volunteer work with PEO and our neighborhood association.

Another interesting side-effect of her Alzheimer’s is that she looks more kindly on most people. She is more complimentary of me than at any point in our marriage. She often talks about how bright I am. She says similar things about other people. I think this is because so many things are difficult for her that she is impressed when she sees others doing what she cannot do.

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Some Things Are Funny

This morning after returning from my walk I saw that Kate was dressed and dressed more nicely than she would be on a Saturday morning. Typically she wouldn’t get dressed until 10:00 or 11:00, and then she would be more casual. When I said something, she dismissed my remarks and indicated that she wasn’t dressed up any more than usual. I just let it go. A little while later she asked me if I could help her with her medicine. (I changed the container for her medicine last Sunday, and it has confused her greatly. I was surprised by this because it is laid out the same way as the previous one that she has bought for herself and used for at least 2 years. It is designed so that you can put pills in it for 4 different times of the day for a 7-day period. The only difference in the new one is the color and the way you open the sections that actual contain the pills. Nonetheless she can’t get it. I had told her I would get another one, but she was trying to relabel the places that say “noon” and “evening” with tags that say “morn” and “bed.”) She had taken out the medicine from several sections and didn’t know what to do with them. I fixed that. Then she said something about Sunday, and I realized that she thought today was Sunday not Saturday. We both laughed, and I told her at least the bright side was that now she has an extra day before Sunday.

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Mini-Discussion

I have mentioned before that Kate and I rarely have any conversations that relate directly to her Alzheimer’s and how she is feeling. This past Wednesday, however, we had a brief discussion. Here’s how it happened. I think I have commented before that she has a harder time understanding movies than she used to. She gets confused about the plot, especially if there is anything complicated about it. On Wednesday, we went to see Anna Jesseina. It was a modern adaptation that I won’‘t even go into; however, neither of us liked it. It also had a lot of very quick “cuts” during the early part of the movie that made it hard to know who was who and what was going on. I suspected this would be hard on her, and it was. (A similar thing had gone on at Un Ballo in Maschera at The Met.)

As we drove to Hathaway’s s for dinner afterwards, we discussed the movie. When we got there, she told me that she just couldn’t get any of it. She was confused the whole time. It made it very difficult for her to remain to watch the movie. Then she said, “”You know I am getting worse.” I acknowledged that she was correct. We discussed how fortunate we are to be enjoying things while she can. She indicated she didn’t know how long that would last, but her comments made it sound like she may think it will last longer than I think. I asked her if she felt any closer to telling the children about her Alzheimer’s. She responded very quickly that she felt we were a long way from that. I, on the other hand, had been thinking that we might want to tell them either before or after our trip to Jackson Hole in June. (My reasoning is that they might notice signs that would make them wonder.) I told her I knew she didn’t like to dwell on the topic but that I wanted to be more supportive if I could. The conversation didn’t last long, but it underscored my belief that she is quite frustrated over not being able to do things or to understand movies. I think that extends to books because I hear her talk less about her books than she used to do. I think her major reason for listening to books is to help her sleep and that she is not finishing books nor remembering what she has read. She is also playing Free Cell on the computer and her iPad more. In addition, she jumps around from one task to another. I suspect that relates to frustration she has with one and tries something else.

I had a brief conversation with our pastor this week. He mentioned that a member of the staff had thought things were not quite right with Kate after our return from New York. He also felt that our children probably know or have a suspicion. This makes me think that others around the church are beginning to notice. He encouraged me to tell the children, but I think that was mostly to help me since I do not have someone to talk with now. I told him that he and our attorney were the only ones who know.

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Sweet memories but constant reminders

Wednesday night we got back from NYC. It was everything I had hoped it would be. We saw more shows than ever (5), 1 opera, a performance of Handel’s Messiah, and the new movie, Lincoln. We are treasuring the memories of such a special trip.

Back home, I see Kate dealing with the frustration of accomplishing things – mostly on the computer. Yesterday I could sense she was depressed which I took to be related to this frustration. When I got home from visiting Dad, I asked her what she would like to do for dinner. When I suggested one possibility would be to bring something in, she didn’t look excited. Then I said, “”How about going to Casa Bella?” This is one of our favorite restaurants in Knoxville? We almost always get the same thing, and it has come to be a comforting place when we are low as well as times when we are celebrating. She responded quickly saying, “”Could we?”

I told her I would like to go ahead and get my shower. She said she was ready but would continue working on the computer while I got ready. Her power cord is damaged again; so she was using mine. She has repeatedly has power cord problems because she uses the computer with the power cord plugged while lying in bed or sitting in a location where the cord is pulled. Within two months of getting the latest computer, we had to replace the piece in the computer into which you insert the plug as well as the power cord itself. We had done this on her previous computer as well. We have discussed why this is happening, and I have encouraged her not to use it that way. In addition, I bought her an iPad because I thought she could use in it instead of the computer, but she has not gravitated to the iPad. I think that is mostly because the bulk of what she does is making photo collages using Microsoft Publisher and Creative Memories, neither of which she has on the iPad.

This is all a preface to one of my failures in handling a situation last night. Just before we left and while she was working on the computer, I told her again that it was better not to use the power cord while seated on the sofa. (That is because it requires the cord’s being pulled to the side which can cause the same damage to my cord as to hers.) She said, “”I am trying to be super careful.” I answered softly but inappropriately, “If you were trying to be super careful, you wouldn’t be using the computer this way.” She then broke into tears and went to get her coat.” When she came back with her coat, we embraced and I told her I loved her. She said, “I just hate this; I can’t do anything right.”

We had a perfect evening at Casa Bella. We caught them on a very busy night, but we had good service, the veal piccata was better than usual, and we topped it off with white chocolate cheese cake. When we got home, she was tired and got into bed before I did. While I was brushing my teeth, I heard her, and asked if she were laughing or crying. She said, “”Crying.” I asked, “”Why?” She said, “”I don’t know.”

These are continuing signs that she is getting progressively worse, and she realizes what’s happening. One of the things that hurts me is that she keeps most of this to herself. I wish she were able to talk about it more, but I think it is not just to spare me but to protect herself. I suspect that she feels the more she dwells on her condition, the worse things are. She is really frightened.

Once again, events of yesterday reinforce the superficiality of social relationships. At noon yesterday, we had our Sunday school class Christmas lunch. She sat at the same table as our pastor. He has told me before that except for knowing from me that she has AD, he is unable to tell when he speaks with her. I suspect that even though they sat at the same table for more than an hour, he wouldn’t have been able to tell. On the other hand, I can see so many things that make it difficult for her to function effectively.

This makes me wonder how long we can keep this from our children. I really want them to know so that they can make the best of their relationship with her the way I have been able to do. At the same time, Kate does not want people to look at her as a patient. I will honor this desire until or unless the children begin to suspect. That could happen this summer when we spend a week together in Jackson Hole. If it doesn’t, this will be further evidence of how long someone with AD can keep it hidden from others.

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Several good days

I often post things that are not working or the negative changes in Kate’s condition. That doesn’t reflect the many good times and experiences that we are sharing. The past few days have been especially good ones. It began on Saturday when we drove to Nashville for a visit with long-time friends, Scott and Jan Greeley. Kate’s mother was pregnant with Kate at same time that Scott’s mother was pregnant with him. He and his wife are very special friends. We were there for lunch, an afternoon of conversation, and dinner before heading back home.

On Friday, I received a text from a church acquaintance, Cindi, who asked if Kate might like to join her on Sunday afternoon for a performance of the Living Christmas Tree at a local church. Knowing that Kate would not remember Cindi, I asked that she come by on Friday to re-connect and invite Kate. She did so. She is a delightful person, and Kate readily accepted her invitation. Cindi picked her up and took her. Kate was very enthusiastic when she came home. She loved the show and loved being with Cindi.

Just before Kate left with Cindi, I got a phone call from Laura Williams, an old high school friend of Kate’s. I told her that Kate was just getting ready to leave and asked her to call back when she returned which she did. They had a nice 30-minute conversation.

That evening when we went to dinner and returned home, Kate was the most upbeat that I have observed in some time. It was good to see. Something seemed to carry over through yesterday. I observed virtually no sign of irritation with me over my efforts to control her. On the contrary, she seemed especially conscious of ways in which I help her. Last night before she got into bed, she told me how much she needs me. When I thanked her, she said, “No, I mean it. Do you really know how much I need you?” I got up from my chair and walked over to her and put my arms around her. I told her how much I loved her and said, “I want to help you. I want you to be able to count on me.” We embraced for a moment without saying a word. Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

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Sweet and Bitter in NYC

This is Sunday morning, and we have been in New York City since 9:15 Wednesday morning. I just got back from a nice walk around the neighborhood on the upper Eastside near Bloomingdale’s. Kate is still sleeping soundly. I am going to take a few minutes to collect my thoughts on the past few days.

The first thing to say (and the reason I put “sweet” before “bitter” in the heading for today’s post) is that we have had a marvelous time. It is everything I had hoped. This is the first of a series of things we will do to celebrate our upcoming 50th anniversary (May 31, 2013). I chose New York City because it is the place we have visited far more often than any other place, we love it, and Christmas in NYC is very special. Besides that we had our first date on December 19, 1961, got engaged on December 19, 1962 (50 years ago this month). Our first date was a performance of Handel’s Messiah. Tuesday night we will attend a performance of Messiah at St. Thomas Episcopal Church on Fifth Avenue. We both love the theater; so we have also attended My Name is Asher Lev, Newsies, The Book of Mormon, Un Ballo in Maschera at The Metropolitan Opera, and Once. We may attempt another show this afternoon; however, I am tempted to pass some time in our neighborhood. It is a wonderful area, and we have not spent sufficient time here. Of course, we don’‘t leave until late afternoon on Wednesday; so we might do that another time.

Now for the bitter. Although we have had a great time, we are both noticing Kate’s deterioration. At lunch a couple of days ago, she said, “”I would love to come back to New York with Jesse, but I don’t think I could do it again. She would have to take charge.” I said something about the wonderful memories of previous trips. It was a sad moment for both of us. In addition, at each show she asks me to explain things. It is very hard for her to follow the complexities of the stories. Yesterday at the opera, she asked me to explain what had happened after each act. She said she simply couldn’t follow things. I said it must be like there are so many stimuli coming in that she doesn’t know what to focus on. She said that was “exactly it.”

Because of her condition, for the first time I haven’t considered leaving her anyplace to browse and then meet her later. This is something we have frequently done in the past. We have both stuck close together at all times. There have been at least 2 occasions when we have gotten separated momentarily. One of those was going into Macy’s.

In addition, she gets confused on instructions. For example, last night while waiting in line to enter the theater, a theater employee asked us to move down to another line. For some reason Kate thought we were supposed to enter at a different place; so she simply went ahead of people who had been waiting in line. She also has trouble going through the turnstiles at the subway.

All these little things notwithstanding, we are having a wonderful time. It makes me glad that I decided to go all out for our 50th anniversary because things will deteriorate from here. Next year she will be less able to enjoy these things.

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Good Weekend

We had an active weekend. Friday night we went our for a nice dinner at the Parkside Grill. Saturday night I picked up something from Asia Kitchen, and enjoyed it with a glass of wine. Sunday night after coming home from Dad’s, Kate had the house decorated for Christmas with many candles lit in the family room. We had a glass of wine, and conversation with a fire in the fireplace. I had brought home sea bass from Whole Foods along with an heirloom tomato. It was a special evening even though I have a bad cold.

I make a point of these little things because we are finding that those moments are more special than we would have thought in years past. We really are making the most of the time we have left.

On the downside, this morning Kate asked me how to turn on the TV, something she has been doing without a problem up until now. I don’t mean that she hasn’t had problems with the remote. That has always been confusing. I showed her how and turned it on for her. A few minutes later, she came to ask how to change channels. She couldn’t remember. I showed her, and she remembered right away.

Two other things caught my attention over the weekend. On Saturday when I got home from Dad’s she indicated she was not in a good mood because I was coming home a little later than usual. As we discussed this over a glass of wine before dinner, she told me she likes for me to be at home. She said she has so many questions to ask me, and it frustrates her when I am not here, especially as it is growing dark outside.

The other thing involves the birthday cards that Dad received. She brought them to me yesterday afternoon and asked if I might like to take them to Dad. I said I would but thought she was going to put them in a scrapbook. She had completely forgotten that she had decided to do the scrapbook. It is getting so that she forgets many if not most things that she says she will or wants to do at a given time unless I take the responsibility of reminding her.

She spends a good bit of her time on the computer working on photo albums that she may never complete and playing Free Cell. I think she gravitates to these things because they are things she can do. She doesn’t say much, but I know she is sensing her decline and it bothers her.

I felt guilty over the weekend because she wanted to host a lunch for my staff, and I her I hated for her to have to do that. I explained that I will be stressed over it. She is planning to have a lunch for two of her close friends after we return from New York on Dec. 12.

This morning I took her car to the body shop for an estimate of the damage that occurred when she struck a support in the Belk parking lot. We should get it back soon. Kate will be happy about that.

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What To Do About Driving

When I got home from Dad’s last evening, I discovered that Kate had run into something in her car. Her right front headlight was shattered, the bumper was loose, and the hood of the car crimpled a little. She told me that she bumped into something in the Belk parking lot. She simply hadn’t seen it because it was dark.

By itself, this is nothing to worry about; however, this has happened multiple times. It makes me wonder now if it was AD that played a role in other incidents that occurred before her diagnosis. I am able to recall that she had a panic attack when she got lost trying to find my brother’s house in 2006 when she went to Birmingham for our niece’sshower. I seem to recall that Kate was concerned about having AD at that time. We played as if it were a simple case of being geographically challenged as we continue to do. It is very clear now that it is more than that, but it makes it easier to say something about being geographically challenged. The big question for me is when does she stop driving. I know that will be a low blow. It also means that I need to be around her even more than I am now. That would mean going into the office less which I could do although it provides a nice escape for me.

Shortly after returning from dinner, I gave her a hug and told her I loved her. She said, “I like having you home with me.” She has mentioned this on numerous occasions, and I take it as a feeling of security she has when I am around. She encounters so many situations in which she feels the need to ask me how to solve some problem. When I am not there she simply has to endure her frustration. To some extent she wants to do this. Neither of us wants me to do everything for her. In fact, last night she asked what she could do to help with dinner. I started to say, “nothing” but I told her she could get the plates ready. Her facial expression told me she was pleased that she could play a role in dinner. I generally shy away from asking her to help with dinner because I feel she will do things differently than I want them done, but I may need to change this approach.

Yesterday afternoon I spoke on the phone with our pastor. I had called to invite him to our Sunday school class Christmas party. He is the only one that knows about Kate except for our attorney and the State Farm attorney who is representing us in the accident case in Alabama. He asked about Kate and to his credit asked if I were home with her. I told him I was and that she was on the phone in the next room. For that reason we did not say much. He did comment that in the times he has been with her he could not tell that she has AD. I told him one had to be around her as I am to recognize it but that it is easy to see from my vantage point. He then said that his only clue might be that she seems to look to me when we are together as though she is looking to me for security. I told him that is the case – that she depends on me for that security.