Help from Others


Here we go again!  Last night included a number of times up, suggesting that we were cresting the hill on the way back to hallucinations.  During the night, they were not as intense as I expect them to be the next couple of nights (hopefully only a couple) before there is any realistic hope of a break from them.

This morning she started trying to get up very early.  I managed to get her back in bed a number of times until about 7am.  I gave up on that strategy and got her up.

The truth is, I am more frustrated with my reaction to the hallucinations than I am the hallucinations themselves.  I want to become able to take them in stride and respond without getting grumpy.  I apologized for being so grumpy and explained to her that I was frustrated from trying to deal with them for so long and feeling helpless to do anything about them, especially with no medical help from a competent doctor at the moment.  I was a little surprised that she responded in a way that suggested what I said had found a path through the hallucinations to Mary Ann herself.  She seemed to understand what I was saying, recognizing especially the issue of trying to deal with this with no doctor in the picture yet. In fact she managed to describe of whom she was thinking well enough to determine that she was suggesting a local Neurologist whom we have used in the past (when she had a stroke), a doctor we like.  He is not likely to have the specialized knowledge that we need, but it is worth a try.

At the moment, I have not received return calls from two contacts made last week.  I am disappointed, since in one case a nurse from a dementia clinic was supposed to phone with answers to my questions about Lewy Body Dementia.  In the other case, I left a message on an answering machine. The only option from which I have the information I need that would allow us to proceed is the one I find the most distasteful.  It would involve a few days in the hospital.  The hospital has always thrown Mary Ann for a loop.  In each case there was pretty much a psychotic break from which we never really regained the lost ground.

Today, after our conversation, Mary Ann managed to stay seated long enough for me to get a shower.  I gave her the morning pills and got her breakfast.  It was not too long thereafter that she ended up back in bed.  She said she wanted to go to the bathroom, but she fainted to such an extent that I could not get her on the toilet stool.  I put her back in bed and she has been there ever since.  That was around 9:30am.  It is now almost 4pm.

Volunteer Tamara, came at 10am to give me a chance to nap if we had had a difficult night.  The timing was perfect since this was the first bad night in the last five.  When Tamara was with Mary Ann last Monday evening in a regular Volunteer slot, it was obvious to her that I had not slept much either in the prior 8 days of Mary Ann’s intense hallucinating.  She suggested the option of adding a nap time option on Saturday and one other day next week.

Volunteer Coordinator Mary and I are talking about adding a Saturday time slot regularly just for that possibility.  There is no way to be sure when bad nights will come, but having the time to nap or just get away for a while is helpful.  This morning I was able to nap for a couple of hours and also leave the house to do a couple of errands before Tamara was due to leave at 1pm.

While, since Mary Ann has slept so long, I would have been able to nap today, I would not have been able to get out to do the errands.  I could not have known in advance that she would sleep most of the day.

What lies ahead is still unknown.  Of course, that is always true, but there are not even clear expectations.  The pattern from before the increase in dosage of Seroquel was that Mary Ann would hallucinate for two days and three nights, then sleep for two days, then have a transition day during which the most lucid moments came. Then the hallucinating would begin again.  Since this disease is so erratic in its presentation, using the word “pattern” is pretty silly.  It does what it will do when it chooses — and that is that.

…It is about 9:30pm now.  She slept through until about 6:30pm.  She had indidcated that she wanted something to eat, but by the time we got to the table, she was no longer able to speak intelligibly.  I couldn’t figure out what she wanted or if she still wanted anything.  I just held her for a while.  At that point, she couldn’t sit up straight — almost fell off the chair.  I did manage to get her to take some spoonfuls of applesauce.  Finally, she just could not respond in any way.  It was tough to get her from the dining room chair to the transfer chair.

I managed to get her to the bed, but by then it was apparent that there had been some intestinal activity.  She was almost completely limp, but I needed to get her to the toilet stool, cleaned and changed and back into bed.  If last Saturday’s struggle with that task was a 10, this one was a 9.9.  It all got done and she ended up back in bed.  I was physically as exhausted as I was last Saturday.  I was not as emotionally exhausted.  For whatever reason, I kept my cool during this one.  I just did what needed to be done.  I hope some progress has actually been made in dealing with that problem.  Admittedly, I was much more rested today than I was last Saturday.

I settled on the deck for some devotional reading.  It was a beautiful evening, warm, but with a pleasant breeze.  After a short time there, I saw on the video monitor that Mary Ann was moving.  I went in to check.  She was able to speak more clearly.  She wanted to eat something. This time it was some vanilla ice cream with hot fudge and pecans.  After eating, she watched Dr. House for a half hour or so, and has now taken her bedtime pills and gone back to bed.

Today while she was lying in bed, on occasion she would be there with eyes open, talking to people only she could see.  While we were sitting next to one another in front of the television before she finally went to bed, she was doing the same, this time with her eyes closed.

Sleeping all day and having moved into the hallucination cycle leads me to expect a more difficult night tonight than last night.  She appears to be restless at the moment.

…This time it was another trip for #2.  This time it was at least a 9.95 compared to last Saturday’s 10.  She was sort of dead weight thrughout, but including enough involuntary twisting and moving her weight against what I was trying to do as I sought to hold her up, that I almost could not get the task done.  If nothing in this short and chubby body gets broken, pulled or herniated, I am going to be a force to be reckoned with physically.  This is like going to the gym multiple times a day.

I had better close, otherwise I may be writing all night and have nothing left to write about tomorrow — unlikely!

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She was awake for almost half of the day!  I enjoyed having her present with me again.  Her presence included a question about when we would hear the verdict.  One of her dreams, the one to which she woke crying because she had been beaten by a police officer, included a follow up in which we were to go to court.  She was referring to that dream, still confused with reality.  It is what I suspect is part of a series of living dreams that have collected bits and pieces from Law and Order episodes and thrown them into a new configuration.

She was lucid enough to at least hear my suggestion that she is free to take that off her list of worries since it never actually happened and was only a dream.  So far, the hyper hallucinating has not returned.  It certainly seems to be on the horizon.  I thought the hallucinations might fire up last night, but they didn’t.  Since she was awake more of today and spoke of the dreams as if they were still a reality, it seems more likely that the return is near.

The last four days have provided a chance for Mary Ann and I to reconnect a bit.  It is very hard to connect with one another when she is constantly in a world of delusions and hallucinations.  The last few days we have been able to express a gentle warmth with one another, a lingering hug when moving her from one chair to another, a soft kiss while in front of the fridge getting ready to pick out something for lunch. I will miss that when the hallucnations return.  I have a quiet hope that by reducing the Seroquel, the intensity and frequency of the hallucinations might diminish a bit, allowing a little space in between to reconnect.  I hesitate to hope since so often that for which I hope gets lost in the next crisis.

We did get out in the car today.  Mary Ann ate well at breakfast, stayed up for a couple more hours until Hospice Aide Sonya came to give her a shower and do her hair.  Mary Ann was hungry for lunch as soon as that was done. She ate a good lunch with a half sandwich, chips, Pepsi, and Concrete from Sheridan’s that had ended up in the freezer one evening a couple of days ago.  After lunch, I got her into the car and we headed out for some errands.  She stayed in the car, while I ran in and out of three or four places.  It was not long before she was dozing in the car, but at least we were out.

She slept for a couple of hours when we got back, then she got up and ate a small supper.  This seems to me to be the first day in many in which she has eaten three meals, even if the last one was small.

She is back in bed, having taken her pills.  She slept reasonably well last night.  My expectation of a difficult night has increased tonight based on the increase in her activity today and the questions about the dream she has mixed with reality. She also seems restless at the moment.

The good news is that if it is a bad night, Monday evening’s Volunteer Tamara offered to come for a time in the mid-morning tomorrow and the afternoon next Tuesday to provide some nap time options for me if needed.  I was very obviously suffering from lack of sleep last Monday after the 8 day run of intense hallucinations at night as well as parts of the days.

I made a belated phone call to my Brother and Sister-in-Law who had a combined surprise birthday party in conjuction with the Confirmation of one of their Grandsons.  One turned 80 and the other 81. Happily, they are both in good health and as feisty as ever, and they certainly are a feisty pair.  They have a genuine woodland and pond in their back yard measured in acres rather than feet.  Their garden is huge.  The bee hives provide them with honey. When it is cold, wood cut from their and their Son’s property warms them in the wood burning stove.  Two of their Children and three Grandchildren live moments away.

I was disappointed not to be able to travel the ten hours to the surprise party.  My four Brothers and Sisters were together at the party.  Three had come a five hour drive to attend.  As a Pastor, we have lived at various places, none close to our families of origin.  All five of us have discovered more interest in getting together in recent years, but Mary Ann’s and my circumstances have not allowed us to join them very often.  We have a great time when we are together.

For now, it is my intention to try to get to bed earlier tonight in anticipation of what might come during the night.  I suspect the respite is coming to an end.

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Today was a respite from the hyperactive hallucinating with me tagging along hanging on to the gait belt.  For most of the last two days, Mary Ann has been sleeping or resting but certainly calm even when awake.  Her speech has improved even though she is saying very little.

Yesterday, she was almost completely unresponsive.  This morning she refused her shower.  Monday and this morning she seemed not to know her Bath Aide Zandra of whom she has come to be very fond. When I came in after the morning Spiritual Formation Group on the deck, she was sitting at the table with Volunteer Maureen trying to feed her some yogurt.  Mary Ann was crying.  I guess she had been since Zandra got her up.  I assumed she had had one of those sad dreams that sometimes come.  When I asked her about it, she said she couldn’t remember why she was crying.  She might have forgotten or she might not have wanted to tell me about it.  I think it was the former.

As the day has worn on, the short times she has been up have gone pretty well. She has seemed calm and lucid and connected.  I haven’t seen her that way in over a week.  It seems reasonable to conclude that the addition of a morning dose of Seroquel ten days ago made things worse rather than better.  I expect the hallucinations to begin firing up again, probably tonight, but I hope they will not be as intense as they were before we removed the morning dose of Seroquel. Whatever comes next in our relationship to a physician, I will be asking lots of questions about the Seroquel she is still taking, the night time dose.

The last two days have provided me with a little more rest.  Even if still tired, I feel better and seem to have regained the ability to experience moments of respite.  Last evening while Volunteer Patrice was at the house with Mary Ann, I went to my favorite local spot to enjoy that wonderful view and a spectacular sunset.  The sun was a huge ball with the light refracted enough so that it was possible to look at it as it passed behind a horizontal band of cloud, showing above and below the cloud before reaching the horizon.  As I was looking toward the sun the sky and clouds were glowing as if on fire.

Then I saw something I have seen in movies on rare occasions, but never in person.  I took the binoculars and pointed them in the direction of the sun, providing a view as if through a movie camera lense.  The air was filled with Cottonwood seeds, carried in those tufts of white fluff.  The sunlight caught them in a way that made them look just like the embers that fly up from a bonfire when the burning wood is stirred.  The air was full of those firey embers being blown gently across the scene provided by the binoculars.  It was sort of entrancing as I watched them floating through the air.

The weather allowed this morning’s Spiritual Formation Group to meet on the deck.  It was a beautiful morning in spite of predictions of storms.  The birds were loud and busy. The sky and clouds were in stark contrast of deep blue and bright white.  There was a breeze that cooled us periodically as we were warmed by the bright sun.  The conversation was thought provoking and satisfying as we caught sight of the power of community and the need to have reverence for others and the setting in which we live together.  As always, I am struck by the commonality that we have since we are all made of the same stuff, earth.  The first person in the Biblical account of creation is named Adam.  That name is the Hebrew word for earth, dirt, adamah. We call ourselves human, from the word humus, the dirt from which plants grow — fertile soil.  Whether one happens to have a spiritual view of reality or one without a spiritual dimension, the same is true.  We are made of the stuff of earth – all of us.  No one can claim to be better or more valuable than another and still speak the truth.  We may do things that when measured by others have greater or lesser value, but we are at the core, the same.  That seems to me to be the key in this hostile world to any path that might lead to real peace — no winners and losers, but full participants in our common humanity.   Such peace is only a dream in a broken world of imperfect people, but possibilities start with dreams.

Later this morning, I experienced a mini-retreat with fellow group member, former parishioner and friend Paul as we walked some property that reminded me a bit of my favorite place of Spiritual Formation, St. Francis of the Woods in Northern Oklahoma.  A friend of Paul graciously gave him permission to bring me out to this remarkable spot that provided an expansive and secluded field of wild flowers and native grasses completely surrounded by trees.  For me it was a bit of a step back in time to my childhood days of wonder over weeds and bugs and birds.

The deck and the area surrounding his friend’s house were filled with birdsongs.  There were wrens singing so loudly that it almost hurt my ears.  Other birds joined in.  Flowers in various stages of the growth cycle were to be found in bed after bed.  The trees were even dramatic in shape and texture as they reached into to one another, displaying varying shades of green. One large tree next to the deck had multiple gnarled trunks providing lots of play areas for the birds to entertain as they hopped from branch to branch.  There were art pieces, small and large, metal sculptures, everywhere I looked near the house.

Afterward, I was out of breath and hot and sweaty with boots wet from walking through the weeds but refreshed by the experience.  I am grateful to have felt good enough last evening and today to enjoy those experiences.

As I said, I am expecting the hallucinations to begin firing up today and tomorrow, based on past experience.  I am hoping that some of the contacts and calls will begin to bear fruit as we look for good medical care for Mary Ann for the rest of this journey.

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I felt pretty low this morning. She was up some during the night, but not as bad as some nights.   Mary Ann’s dementia was pretty strong.  Her words were still pretty much unintelligible. She insisted on getting up very early.  I was not sure if she would ever calm down.  She was hallucinating and grumpy.  I felt pretty much trapped, barely able to manage a shower and responding to my own call of nature with Mary Ann up and moving. I felt unusually tired, not just physically.

She finally did become more subdued, putting her head on the table as she sat.  She ended up in bed and was only up for a small breakfast and a very small lunch.  At lunch I had to hold her head up to get any food in her mouth.  Later in the day, she was up for a short time when Volunteer Coordinator Mary phoned and brought us Baskin & Robbins ice cream.  Mary Ann ate only a very few spoons of ice cream with me standing up beside her holding her head and upper body up, feeding her while Mary held the cup.  She then pretty much fainted and I took her back to bed.

She has had no supper either.  Once in the afternoon she did get up for a very short time.  She stood up to go in the kitchen to get something to eat and when she got near the bedroom door, she changed her mind and went back to bed.  She has at various times been doing a lot of vocalizing and jerking when lying in bed ostensibly asleep.

I have no clear expectation concerning how she will react to removing the additional dose of Seroquel she had been taking for eight days. This is the second day with only the evening dose. I am pretty apprehensive about the impact of the change.

It is easy to feel very helpless in the face of things over which we have no control.  Losing the care of the doctor on whom we have depended for so long, who has performed veritable miracles with medications over the years, was just another evidence of our vulnerability.

What has happened throughout the day today has provided a glimmer of possibility — only a glimmer, but at least something.  Talking with the folks at hospice, phoning a couple Psychologists in the city whom I know and respect, began to produce some results.  Both Psychologists called back with helpful information, the Hospice Nurse made her weekly visit and had done some checking, the Hospice Social Worker phoned and came over with some helpful information. Then Volunteer Coordinator Mary brought us the ice cream treats.  I am still bone tired.  I don’t know what that means exactly, but it sounds as I feel.

As tired as I feel, there is also the feeling that we are beginning to regain a little control in a situation that is hopelessly out of control.  It may only be an illusion, but if it is, it is a helpful illusion.

At the suggestion of one of the Psychologists, I have contacted a Senior Diagnostics program at a local hospital.  Apparently the Psychiatrist in charge is especially capable of dealing with complex clusters of symptoms and diseases — that certainly is Mary Ann.  The person with whom I spoke on the phone knew about Lewy Body Dementia and seemed to understand that it had to be treated differently from Alzheimer’s Dementia. While a few days in the hospital would be among the last things either of us would choose, at least it is an option.

The other Psychologist gave me the name and number of a Neuro-Psychologist whom he knows well and respects very much.  While a Psychologist is not the one who prescribes the medications, he/she always has a close relationship with a Psychiatrist who can do so.

The Hospice Nurse had talked with their Medical Director, a Physician in Kansas City, about our situation.  She indicated that if we don’t get someone soon, he can make sure we have the medicines we need.

The Hospice Social Worker reviewed the residential options and will do more checking on those.  She provided an idea of costs, indicating the layers from least expensive of having help here at home (of course our preference) to the next layer of small care centers that are in homes with very personal care to the larger nursing homes that accommodate those with dementia.  She mentioned one not far that a Social Worker friend had declared to be wonderful.  A clearer picture of options helps fuel the feeling of having some little bit of power in this situation, some choices.

I also sent the fax to the Neurologist who declined to continue to treat the hallucinations.  I asked if we should still plan on keeping out next appointment in a few months since Mary Ann still has the Parkinson’s, which he has treated for so long.  Then I asked if he would still respond to requests for refills of the medications he has currently prescribed for Mary Ann.

There was one especially interesting sidelight to the day.  Many months ago a request came through the online group of Caregiving Spouses of those with some form of Lewy Body Dementia.  It was from someone in the Chicago area who writes articles targeting Seniors for a Health Insurance provider’s magazine.  The magazine just goes to enrollees in Northern Illinois (if I understand correctly).  When the request came, she was looking for Seniors who did Blogging and had an Illinois connection.  Both Mary Ann and I grew up in Northern Illinois (Aurora).  I responded, but heard no more.

Yesterday she emailed and today interviewed me on the phone.  She had great questions about our situation, how and why I started blogging and what purpose it serves in our situation.  It was just nice to have someone from completely outside our circle spend forty-five minutes paying attention to our situation.  Now that I am not in a circumstances that provide much feedback, it felt good to hear someone who is actually a writer assessing my blog posts in such a positive way.  I have no way to judge the quality of the writing.  I just need to write to get this stuff out of my gut.

When she asked one question, what popped into my mind and out of my mouth was very revealing to both of us.  All through the day I am thinking about what is happening in terms of how and what I might write about it.  I realized that I actually feel as if I am not alone when things happen, especially things that push me past my limits.  Whether or not it is true, I feel as if you who read this are part of what is going on; you notice us; and, judging from the occasional comment, you are concerned about us.  I realize that sounds very self-serving and ego-centric.  It is.  I admit it — but it sure helps.

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I called this morning to find out how we should go about reducing the medication that seems to be making things worse.  Through his nurse, last week we were instructed to call back after a few days on the newly increased dosage of the Seroquel.  When she called back, she simply said that we needed to find a Psychiatrist to manage the dementia and the meds.  We have just been set adrift and are on our own.

This University of Kansas Neurologist specializing in Parkinson’s is the one on whom we have depended for about fifteen years now.  There are very few options where the kind of expertise needed to deal with Mary Ann’s complex version of Parkinson’s is available.  KU med center is one of the few places in the country.  None of the rest are close enough to do us any good.

I need to find out whether or not he is still willing to continue prescribing the medicines dealing with the motor issues associated with the Parkinson’s.  Then there are some meds that have impact on the dementia, but were prescribed by the Neurologist to deal with the Parkinson’s.  He also prescribed some of the meds that are intended exclusively to help with the dementia.  What happens when we need a refill?

When I asked during last week’s phone call if there were any Psychiatrist’s at the med center to whom we could be referred to manage the medication the nurse curtly told me that they were not taking new patients.

I have begun checking to find out if there is anyone here in this area who is competent in dealing with Lewy Body Dementia [LBD].  It is enough different from Alzheimer’s Dementia [AD], that it will not be adequate to simply be aware of the usual treatments for AD.  So far the responses seem confirm my impression that we are underserved in this area with good Psychiatric/Neurological care.

Whether rightly or wrongly, I have concluded that generally the medical community loses interest in folks in the later stages of life.  Hospice does a wonderful job of helping people during those years with end of life care.  They, however, are not in the business of treating the diseases that bring people to that point.

I will seek out the best care that I can locate here in this area and try to draw the best out of whomever she sees for care.  My goal remains to have the best quality of life possible for as long as possible in the face of a progressive disease process that we cannot stop.

I am apprehensive about how things will go now that we have discontinued the extra morning pill that seemed to make things worse.  It is a pretty powerful medicine.  Reducing it can have a negative impact.  Tonight Mary Ann seems unable to speak clearly — the words are slurred and pretty much unintelligible.  It is making the simplest communication very difficult.  It took a long time to determine that she wanted to sit up on the side of the bed and have some water.  When I gave her the water, she seemed unable to use the straw.  The years of experience giving people wine from a chalice during my active years as a Pastor came in handy as I helped her drink directly from the cup.

This morning Mary Ann got up very early again after a number of times up earlier in the night.  I actually can’t seem to remember how much sleep I got.  I did get to bed pretty early for me.  I think I got a little more between Mary Ann’s dreams.  She was again hallucinating constantly.  This morning she was actually pretty entertaining with some pretty silly comments.  She ate breakfast, then Bath Aide Zandra came.  She did not seem to do well and afterward was unclear that it was Zandra who had been here.

She napped a bit, rested with her head down some of the time.  Lunch was a little harder than usual to get accomplished.  Supper was tough since she just couldn’t hold her head and the upper part of her body up for me to feed her.  Holding her up and feeding her is really very difficult to do.  When we finished, she had eaten a fair amount of meatloaf, if little else.

Volunteer Tamara came this evening while I got to the grocery store.  It has been tough to get out lately even to do the basics.  Mary Ann is now in bed, but she seems to be having trouble settling.

I am dreading the task of finding competent medical care, developing a good working relationship with him/her, and adjusting to whatever changes in medications and treatments may be involved.  It is hard to walk into a new situation in which I bring 23years of intense study on this particular patient, but those with whom I am sharing come with the confidence that they are the experts whose decisions must be accepted as the final word after a few minutes of conversation.  We have been spoiled by having doctors who have listened well and communicated well.

I am looking for some good to come from this transition.  It often happens that paths we would not have chosen bring us to a better place than we might have gone otherwise.  I can hope.

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One foot is in Juarez, Mexico and the other in El Paso, Texas.  I bring no political agenda to this analogy to where Mary Ann is now living.  She lives on the border between two worlds, one visible to others, the other only visible to her.  There are uncontrolled border crossings with no hope of closing the border and controlling the traffic in the foreseeable future.

In fact, she has one foot on one side and one on the other.  There are not always clear indications which side is which.  She apparently holds dual citizenship.  She is documented in both places.  Some days I think she is only on a temporary visitor’s visa to the hallucination side, residing in reality.  Other days I am afraid that it is a permanent visa leading to full citizenship on the hallucination side of the border.

I took some comfort this morning that Volunteer Jan got to see and hear Mary Ann while she was standing on the border between the hallucination side and the reality side, switching with ease from one side to the other with no cue as to when she was where.  It was, of course, clear when Mary Ann was talking to me where she was standing.  At that moment I was a dozen or more miles away at the Lake, mostly sitting in the van vegetating.

After another night of hallucinations and confusion, she got up painfully early, had breakfast and then crashed just before Volunteer Jan arrived.  After a couple of hours sleeping, she got up, and Jan got her lunch (along with some less pleasant duties — sorry, Jan).  It was then that Jan experienced the multiple border crossings.

By the time I got home about an hour later, Mary Ann was napping with her head on the table in front of her chair.  After a while I asked and she chose to go in and lie down in bed.  I probably should also be napping, but here I am writing this.  It is impossible to work on a post while she is awake.

At this very moment, I suspect the Youth of the congregation are coming to the climax of the musical, Godspell.  I realized that we would most certainly not be able to go together to the evening dinner and performance last night.  I thought we might be able to attend the matinée this afternoon.  It was not in the cards.  Mary Ann’s vacillating between hallucinations and deep sleep just won’t allow that option.  I also am too wasted to enjoy it.  My ministry has always been filled with wonderful relationships with Youth.  I focussed on ministering especially to high school Youth for 18 years of my ministry, including three years teaching at a large parochial high school.

As a result of the importance to me of that ministry, I find great power and joy in experiencing the journey Youth are on.  They experience life as if it were being lived under magnification.  Everything is intense and vivid.  Last year I missed the performance of Godspell.  There are many unbelievably talented Youth in the congregation. I heard a CD of their performance last year.  It was not only powerful because I know and care about so many of the kids, but because is was so professionally done.  Just listening to the recorded musical last year produced a lump in my throat and water in my eyes.  As vulnerable as I am at the moment, it is probably best I am not there.  I might have embarrassed myself.

Decisions have to be made about how to proceed now from here, given our life on the border.  I emailed the online Yahoo group of Caregiver Spouses of those with Lewy Body Dementia about yesterday’s and recent challenges with Mary Ann and my ability to care for her.  The responses came from a thorough understanding of our circumstances since those folks live with this situation day in and day out.  Some have been through and are past what we are now going through.  Some are in the same place.  Some are looking at our situation as descriptive of what is to come for them. They empathized and reflected back the painful reality that I will be no good to anyone if I try to go beyond the limits of what I can handle for too long.

My first intention is to call the Neurologist, describe what has been happening and ask how best to go about eliminating the recently added morning dose of Seroquel.  For a week now, the problem it is supposed to help has gotten measurably worse.  I suspect he might again suggest going to a local Neuro-Psychiatrist to check out other options for medication.  I have little hope that there is anyone more competent in dealing with this particular form of dementia located in our community which is much smaller than Kansas City.

In addition, I will continue to experiment with paid help to see what the best times might be and how much we can afford.  I realize a dementia unit will be many times more expensive than having some help here.  The challenge is determining where the tipping point is that shifts the weight from home to facility.  My physical and mental stamina are a part of what will weigh into that measurement.

…It is now a couple of hours later in the afternoon. The doorbell rang a few moments ago.  It was former parishioner Dave, delivering a rhubarb pie that had been saved back to bring to us from the reception after the production of Godspell this afternoon.  You know, the fact that as I was writing about missing the production and the kids, someone was thinking of us warms my insides. After retiring almost two years ago, it is a comfort to think that while gone, maybe not forgotten!

Mary Ann is still in bed and not interested in getting up.  Her eyes are open, but she wants to remain there in bed.  I hope she is willing to get up for a while yet today.  Maybe she is resting up for a busy night of hallucinations/delusions/dreams mixed with reality.  I certainly hope not.  I did nap for an hour this afternoon, but I do not look forward to being up tonight.

She did get up to have a little applesauce, but has now gone back to bed. She was hallucinating almost constantly while awake in bed and out of bed to the table, while eating, and back into bed.  Enough for now.  Maybe I can try the early to bed option on the outside chance sleep will be possible.

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I am not sure either of us would have survived another night of constant hallucinations.  She slept soundly last night.  This was my early morning, but it still felt good to have almost six hours of sleep.

Wednesdays are often very active days in our household.  Mary Ann slept through my time in the Spiritual Formation Group that meets here.  I got full advantage of another thought-provoking and nurturing time focused on the Presence of God in our lives.  The conversation was stimulating, meaningful and very engaging.

Bath Aide Zandra came shortly before the group time was concluded.  She had to awaken Mary Ann to do the morning prep tasks.  While Zandra was doing her task and our group was concluding, Parish Nurse Margaret came to spend some time with Mary Ann.

I chose to do the breakfast and pills with Mary Ann to maintain our routine.  Then as Margaret finished with Mary Ann’s toast, I started preparing for Kristie’s arrival.  Kristie does the monthly thorough cleaning, since I am all but useless at the task of house cleaning, especially the abhorrent task of dusting.  Kristie arrived just as I started the task of putting things away so that she could get to as many uncluttered surfaces as possible.

While Margaret stayed with Mary Ann and Kristie cleaned, I got a break to go and get more birdseed.  The little piggies are devouring seed at a phenomenal rate.  That is my part of the deal.  Their part is to provide us with hours of entertainment.  Yes, my feeding them is self-serving — but they do get something out of the deal.  Today is another rainy day, bringing lots of bird activity.  Unfortunately, there is evidence that the raccoon(s) have returned.  Unless a flock of birds came during the night and devoured a couple of pounds of seed, the cute but annoying little beasts are back.  Rather than messing with trapping, I plan to bring the feeders they bother into the house each night.  They can just argue with the possum over the seed in the platform feeder by the waterfall area.

Shortly after 1pm, a couple of folks came to talk about scheduling some paid time with Mary Ann on a regular basis.  This option came as a referral by Hospice Social Worker Kristin.  These folks are more reasonable than the Agency we use some times, and all of them are either licensed CNA’s or LPN’s who have had lots of experience with folks with Mary Ann’s sort of problems.  Glenna had served someone with Lewy Body Dementia and reviewed information about it on the Internet before coming to meet with us today.  We will begin with a Monday time the second week in June and just see what seems to be the most helpful.  She said that between her and three others like her, we should be able to get help on fairly short notice if needed.

Then at 2pm Volunteer Clarene came to be with Mary Ann for a couple of hours this afternoon.  At the same time former Parishioner Jay came by with a Latte for Mary Ann and coffee for me.  After we all talked for quite a while as Mary Ann was napping, Jay and I headed to PT’s just for some relaxed conversation (and more coffee).

Mary Ann spent a good deal of time today resting her head on the table.  When there was interaction, there seemed to be minimal evidence of hallucinating.  She napped in bed for a time this afternoon.  She was up for a bit when Clarene was with her and had a little more of the pizza I had gotten her for lunch.

After I returned we sat up together for a while, but she soon wanted to get changed for bed and lie down.  As always I don’t really know what to expect as to how the night will go.

As to the increase in the Seroquel, last night did not confirm that in Mary Ann’s case it increases hallucinations instead of reducing them.  The last increase many weeks ago produced a couple of bad days followed by some good days.  I would like for this increase now to produce some good days.  I am not even willing to hope that it will be so.  That sort of hope just sets me up for disappointment.  It is possible there will be some better days, but it doesn’t really seem very likely to me — possible, but not likely, that is tonight’s mantra.

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Last night was a little more constant than the night before in the rampant hallucinations/delusions/dreams mixed with reality.  This morning was at least as tough as yesterday morning.  She speaks clearly and with a strong voice.  She can get up and walk on her own, and I just hang on to the gait belt, helpless to change her behavior as we move this way and that.

She got up very early, when i could no longer coerce her into staying in bed.  After breakfast and pills, she was up and running for an hour or so.  Then she went into the bedroom, with me tagging along, and decided to get back into bed.  I, of course, was completely wasted from two nights in a row.

We had an appointment with a quality control worker from Wichita to evaluate the care we are getting from the state agency through the local County office.  For us that meant evaluating our Case Worker and Bath Aide.  She arrived a short time after Mary Ann had gone back to bed.

When the Evaluator arrived, we went into the bedroom to see if Mary Ann was awake enough to participate.  Mary Ann said she would participate but was clearly unable to do so.  I explained that we had been up two nights in a row resulting in her needing the sleep.  The Evaluator asked if she was sick.  Admittedly, I was baffled by the question since she was here to Evaluate the people helping us because Mary Ann is debilitated.  I told her it was the Parkinson’s and the Dementia that were at issue.

The Evaluator got the information needed for the form.  She was pleasant and understanding, even though her initial question had seemed pretty silly to me.  In the course of the appointment, she asked if I would be getting any rest.  I said that while I usually don’t rest during the day, I would have to do so if there was one more night anything like the last two.

After she left, I did some chores.  I continued to think about the option of my getting some rest during the day.  I chose not to do the variety of things that I would normally do with the break provided by her sleeping.  I went in and lay down to allow myself the option of getting some rest while Mary Ann was sleeping.  I actually slept for a couple of hours.

The negative of sleeping when Mary Ann is sleeping is that I lose time that is free for me to spend on things of interest to me, helping me keep my sanity and get some perspective on the daily struggles.  It is hard when all my waking time is taken by the caregiving tasks themselves.  This has, however, come to be a matter of survival.  If there is any hope that I can keep doing this while the dementia is in full swing, I have to get some sleep.  I am hoping that I can manage to continue to use at least some of Mary Ann’s rest time as my rest time as well.  I have to relent on my intention to keep nights for sleeping and days for waking.  I have tried not to reverse those two.  I no longer seem to have a choice on that matter.

At least once before, I had decided that it was time to look at facilities that might be acceptable for Mary Ann’s full time care.  I am again at the point of considering at least getting enough information to be able to know where to turn if things get too much harder here.

Hospice Nurse Emily came for her weekly visit this afternoon.  Mary Ann had just gotten up from her nap (as had I).  I tried to feed Mary Ann some lunch, but she just couldn’t handle even the chips and Pepsi.  She could barely suck on the straw enough to get the Pepsi into her mouth.  She only managed a very few chips when I was able to get them into her mouth far enough for her auto pilot to kick in and the chewing start.

Mary Ann’s Vitals were good.  Her blood pressure was 124/74.  That is about as good a set of numbers as a person could have — of any age.  Needless to say, next time those numbers could be half again as high or a third lower (as in the last two times it was taken).  Emily agreed to call about the progress on the possibility of having some paid help through Hospice so that I could count on a certain time for R&R each week. Emily did make that call, and one of the Aides is coming tomorrow to talk about the possibility.

Mary Ann was up for a while, but subdued, mostly with her head down on the table.  Eventually, she headed in to take a nap.  She was not interested in supper.  When Volunteer Barb arrived to spend time with her this evening, I went to check on Mary Ann to see if she needed anything before I headed out for a while.  She wanted to change into her pajamas and stay in bed.

After I returned and Barb left I checked again on Mary Ann.  This time she did want supper.  I got her a left over pulled pork sandwich and chips.  She ate pretty well and then went back to bed.  I have no reason to think that tonight will be any different from the last two nights, but I can hope.

I did phone the Neurologist’s office and leave a message reporting on Mary Ann’s behavior since we are trying to decide if the addition (three mornings ago) of the morning half tablet of Seroquel is helping more than it is hurting.  At this point, I am not sure what I think about that.  It does seem as if the consistent level of the hallucinations the last two nights suggests the medicine is having a negative effect.  Tonight may confirm that, or just sustain the confusion about what the medicine is or is not doing.

In the time away this evening, I read another section in the book on St. Patrick’s Breastplate, by Marilyn McEntyre, the verse that says, “Christ to comfort and restore me.”  There is a poem included in that section, a poem that is fitting for those with or without a religious affiliation.  The poem was triggered by seeing an acre of valuable, arable land sink into the river.  It is “The Slip” by Wendell Barry:

The maker moves – in the unmade, stirring the water until – it clouds, dark beneath the surface, – stirring and darkening the soul until pain – perceives new possibility.  There is nothing – to do but learn and wait, return to work – on what remains.  Seed will sprout in the scar. – Though death is in the healing, it will heal.

This is what she says in her commentary following the poem: “Three truths emerge conspicuously from this little passage that offer a durable way of understanding comfort and restoration: (1) there is nothing to do but learn, wait and return to work on what remains, (2) seed will sprout in the scar, and (3) healing and death are not always mutually exclusive.”

At this point in our journey, I am earnestly searching for the sprouts that are emerging in the scars left by the Parkinson’s and Parkinson’s Dementia.  Some are easily apparent, others still in hiding.

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Things really fired up last night.  It wasn’t our worst night, but not too far from it.  Mary Ann bounced from one reality to another to another to another for most of the first half of the night.  It slowed to two or three times an hour between 3am and 6am and then started in again in earnest.

It was a very bizarre world she was in until she finally rested her head on the little table later in the morning.  She described in great detail a birthday party that was thrown for her — never happened.  She talked to her Dad.  She reported to Bath Aide Zandra that her brother from Wyoming made a surprise visit.  She was constantly seeing and talking with people, describing things that were happening right in front of her as I was there completely confused by the stream of apparitions.  She had to get up early to finish the Blueberry French Toast egg casserole that was not there.  She came back to that a number of times.  It is very good.  I may try to make it soon just so that we both can enjoy it.

As always, I was completely at my wits end throughout the night and morning.  The hallucinations were a constant presence when I was with her all day long.  This morning, she was in hyper-mode.  She was talking clearly and distinctly, walking pretty much on her own. I just held on to the gait belt for dear life as she moved quickly from one place to another either with clear plans in her mind for what she would do or no idea why she had gone there.  It is such an odd combination of dementia and energetic activity and strong communication skills that there is no way I can describe it adequately.  All I can say that from my perspective it is utterly maddening.

Gratefully, Friend Jeanne came over and gave us a break from one another for at least a couple of hours.  This evening Friend and Volunteer Shari was with her so that there was another break. I just sat and watched the sunset, half dozing.  I read a little from the book of devotional observations on the St. Patrick’s Breastplate prayer.  Both the sunset rest and the reading helped some, but my brain is just very tired.

I plan to wait at least until Wednesday to phone the Doctor’s office to report on the impact of the increase in Seroquel.  As I said last night, the vagaries of Mary Ann’s symptoms makes it almost impossible to discern what has to do with that change and what is just another of the usual vacillations.  The med is supposed to reduce hallucinations.  The last time we increased it, the first three days of the increase had more and stronger hallucinations than ever.  That is what has been happening today.  I want to give this change at least three days just in case it becomes effective after that, as happened with the last increase.

This continues to be one of the tougher times in the years we have been battling the disease.  I expect tonight to be a difficult one.  I will know for sure in a few hours.

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Coleman and Trudy live in Oklahoma on an inlet of Grand Lake.  They were members of my first parish in the Kansas City area.  They have a beautiful rustic setting and appreciate wildlife, especially the birds, as do we.  They brought Oklahoma Joe’s BBQ (from Kansas City).  We ate and talked and mostly enjoyed the birds.  The birds were very active, busy all the while we were watching. It was rainy all day, but never really rained. It seems as if the birds spend more time at the feeders on rainy days.

Mary Ann started getting fired up for a hallucination day this morning.  She was up a cluster of times, especially toward morning.  We got up sometime between 6am and 7am.  I got Mary Ann dressed and fed, then washed her hair in preparation for the company.  She was doing a lot of hallucinating, not as intense as some days, but on her way to unmanageable.

After a time, she lay her head down on the table.  When we headed in for a bathroom trip, she sort of wilted and ceased to be able to do much to help in transferring from the wheel chair to the toilet stool.  I was concerned that I might not be able to get her back to the chair.  She was not completely limp, so I was able to get her into the chair and then into bed.  This was a bit of a new twist on her condition, although I tend for forget quickly what we have been through before unless it was particularly traumatic.  Forgetfulness is sometimes a blessing!

I was concerned that she might be down and unable to respond for the entire visit today.  As it turned out, after an hour or so of sleep, I was able to get her up in time for their arrival.  She did pretty well for most of the three hour visit.  Trudy is a good friend to Mary Ann and has been for decades.  She kept Mary Ann engaged as much as possible.  Coleman and Trudy are both valued friends to me also.  We seem to have a lot of interests in common (especially Grandchildren).

Mary Ann did lay her head down for a while, but perked up again until they had to get on the road.  While yesterday Mary Ann fainted every time she stood up, today she almost never fainted.  The hallucinations were not apparent during the time of the visit, but they have fired up again this evening.  Mary Ann decided she wanted a bowl of cereal since she only had an applesauce snack since lunch and chocolate cake, plus rhubarb pie later in the afternoon.  While at the table eating the cereal, she jumped and described an exciting sight.  She saw the flowering plant on the deck just outside the window, move and throw quills, as in a porcupine.  She has said more than once that she slept through the day.  Each time I reminded her about Coleman and Trudy’s visit — which she always then remembered. It is hard to imagine that there will be much sleeping tonight.  She just went back to bed, but I don’t expect her to stay there for long.

She has had the additional half tablet of Seroquel the last two mornings.  She takes one and a half pills at night.  The purpose of the Seroquel is to diminish the hallucinations.  It has the side effects of causing drowsiness and sometimes low blood pressure dizziness.  The last two days have not yet produced any behavior that can definitely be connected with the additional Seroquel.  Mary Ann’s dramatically varied manifestations of her stable of diseases, makes it very difficult to discern what might be the result of a med change unless there are either new symptoms or a very obvious change in symptoms that goes on for a number of days.

The complex and difficult task of figuring what to prescribe, how much to give and when to give it, makes me wonder how it is possible for a physician to make such a call in ten or fifteen minutes at an office visit.  I will wait another couple of days before calling the doctor’s office with a report on the impact of the new dosage of Seroquel.

Here eyes are still open.  I wonder what the night will be like?

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