Information on Parkinson’s


I think spending the day last Saturday while Mary Ann was sleeping, moving into and through the feelings about where we seem to be headed allowed me to listen better and and come to terms with where Mary Ann is now in the disease process.

In the phone call about the fax I sent last week, Dr. Pahwa’s assistant relayed the option that Mary Ann see a Psychiatrist to look over the medicine regimen to see if there are some better options for her.

When we talked with Dr. Pahwa today, it was apparent that the Psychiatrist option made sense if I was still uncomfortable with the Seroquel.  We would need to use a local Psychiatrist where we live (an hour from KU Med) since one of the main alternative meds demands monthly blood tests to monitor it.  I have read enough to know, and Dr. Pahwa confirmed, for the sort of dementia Mary Ann has, Seroquel is by far the better choice.  The alternative also is likely to make the fainting worse.

Here is the heart of the matter.  There is no one around this area who knows the unique characteristics of Parkinson’s as well as Dr. Pahwa.  I suppose it sounds arrogant to say so, but I would have to explain the uniqueness of Mary Ann’s complex version of Parkinson’s and the character of this dementia to someone who is a generalist and does not focus all their attention on Parkinson’s.

I know of nowhere to get better information on what to do and when in dealing with the complexities of Mary Ann’s expression of Parkinson’s.  Every time in the last 23 years we have gone to anyone other than the Dr. Pahwa and Dr. Koller before him, Mary Ann has done poorly.  She has been where she is now in some ways at least twice before, once 14 years ago and once about 8 years ago.  The first time it was Dr. Koller and the second time it was Dr. Pahwa who brought her back to a high level of functionality each time within weeks of seeing them.

While he was sensitive in how he approached it, and actually simply responded with a look that said more than enough when I said it, Mary Ann is doing as well as we can hope given how long she has been battling the Parkinson’s.  Changing meds in some elusive search for the perfect combination restoring her magically to a former place in the journey would be a very risky exercise in futility.  What might be gained is not worth the risk of what could be lost.  Those are my words, but he agreed immediately.

If we lower the Seroquel, we opt for less sleep time and more hallucinations.  Selfishly, I don’t think I could handle that result.  The two days and nights she sleeps, allows me to sleep.  The times there are streaming hallucinations already push me right to the outer edge of my capacity to cope.

It is time to accept that we are where we need to be.  This is our new normal.

We talked some more about enrolling in Hospice.  We will have a family talk this Saturday when the kids and I are together.  If Mary Ann is awake and alert, we will certainly include her in that conversation.  If she is not, I will talk frankly with her about it.  I have already begun doing so.  I talked openly with Dr. Pahwa, as we were together with Mary Ann in the Examination Room.  I talked about the DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order that would be expected for the full Hospice program.

I will try to get someone from Hospice to come over to the house before I leave Thursday morning for three days of solitude at the Spiritual Renewal Center in Oklahoma.  I will also try to get any input the Cardiologist might be willing to give that could help inform the decision.

I mentioned in last night’s post that Mary Ann was beginning to hallucinate.  She also fainted two or three times during that first commode trip of the night.  She did not sleep soundly through the night.  There were a number of trips to the commode.  As happens when we transition from sleep days to hallucination days, she was up more than once an hour in the last half of the night.  I finally fed her a single serving container of applesauce and took her out in front of the television with the promise that she would not get up.  Then I got a few minutes more sleep, until the alarm went off, got showered and dressed.  By that time, she had, of course, gotten up and was on the floor outside the bedroom door.  She did get a scrape on her leg, from what I am not sure — there was nothing obvious that she might have hit.

She took her pills and ate breakfast in time for Bath Aide Zandra to get her showered, hair washed and dressed in time to leave for the Neurologist appointment in Kansas City.

She had pretty much shut down and moved into her head on her lap mode as we moved from the bedroom to the door to the garage.  I have never had a more difficult time physically, getting her out of the chair, to the steps, down the steps, to the car, and into the passenger seat.  I almost had to carry her.

We made it into the car.  She had her head down the entire trip to KC.  Getting her out of the car and transferred directly to her wheelchair went much better there — probably because there was no walking, nor were there any steps.  In the past, steps have been her best thing.  That is one of the  unusual characteristics of Parkinson’s.  The line of the step make it easier to get her feet to move than on a flat plane.

In the doctor’s office, she was in leaning forward mode, although not all the way to head in lap position.  She was minimally responsive during most of the time with the doctor.

We agreed to fill out an assessment that will be used in a study on the impact of non-motor symptoms of Parkinson’s — all the problems other than the ability to move arms and legs, and keep balance.  The survey took a very long time.  Mary Ann was really struggling to respond.  I am not sure how helpful we were to the study.  One interesting quirk was that while she managed to say the months of the year backwards, December, November, etc., she could not track with another request.  She was asked to count backwards from 100 by sevens.  I was glad I wasn’t asked to do that.  Kelly, who was administering that part of the survey, explained it and repeated the instructions a number of times.  Mary Ann’s first response was to just count backwards from ten to one.  Kelly repeated that it was counting from one hundred, subtracting seven each time.  She then said what is seven subtracted from one hundred.  Mary Ann answered, three.  She never connected that Kelly said 100, no matter how many times she explained it. Mary Ann always responded with ten.

Admittedly, it was hard to watch as she was asked to write a sentence of any sort, and she made some tiny scribbles and was not able, of course, to read it or say what she wrote.  She was to draw a simple shape matching one on the paper in front of her.  She made a couple of attempts, but to no avail.  Mary Ann was always very good at drawing.  She illustrated a children’s book she wrote many years ago.  She never tried to get it published, but it is very cute.

I know she hates how much she has lost over the years.  It has become just a fact of life now.  It is part of our current normal.

When we got home Mary Ann ate some thick and hearty steak soup with my help, finally falling asleep in her lemon meringue pie. She was refusing to let me help her at that point.  She napped in bed for a couple of hours, got up, ate the pie (this time letting me help), and soon headed back to bed.  Of course, I cannot be sure how tonight will go, but we are on the increasing hallucination time if her current cycle of symptom changes continues.

Today was a day in which the facts of our situation seemed quite clear. Having worked through the strong feelings about the matter last Saturday, and a Sunday morning a month ago, seemed to make it easier to be rational about the information available to us today about where Mary Ann is in this journey with Parkinson’s tagging along.  Dr. Pahwa reminded us how long our battle with Parkinson’s has been going on — twenty-three years now

It is time to accept where we are in the journey.  We don’t have to like it.

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The fax is working!  It seems to be a great way to maximize the quality of the communication with the doctor.  Even though Mary Ann’s appt. is not until Monday, the Neurologist, Dr. Pahwa, has read the fax.  Through his Assistant, Stepanie, he contacted us by phone with a couple of things to think about before Monday. 

The first is that we think about whether or not we will want a referral to a Psychiatrist to deal with the decisions about what meds will serve best in dealing with the hallucinations.  I will, of course, ask for a referral to someone who knows Parkinson’s Disease Dementia and Lewy Body Dementia and what differentiates it from Alzheimer’s Dementia.  It needs to be someone with a large enough patient base of those with Parkinson’s Disease Dementia to be able to speak from experience as well as from book learn’n.

The second suggestion was to think about a referral to a Hospice program.   Medicare and many other insurer’s require a prognosis of six months or less.  I have not yet phoned a Hospice program to be sure what their requirements are, but the marketing materials often talk about a Palliative program that is a longer term intervention that provides a transition to the full Hospice care.  

Having been a Pastor for forty years, I have interacted with Hospice and many who have used it.  The reactions have been almost unanimously positive.  Many in the online Caregiver Spouses group have used Hospice.  Most in that group have had positive experiences. 

Whatever insurance and Medicare do or do not require, there is an expectation that the person being enrolled will not be resuscitated if they experience a cardiac arrest.  There is the rub.  I am not sure that Mary Ann and I are ready for that.  Four months ago, I doubt I would have seriously considered it.  Now, as much as she has declined in the past few months, I am willing at least to consider it.  I am not sure Mary Ann would be willing to accept a DNR order.   Actually, not long ago, our Daughter-in-Law had relayed a suggestion to us from a friend who had read this blog.  That suggestion was to check into hospice.  At that time I started thinking again about the DNR issue.  Mary Ann has declined considerably since that suggestion and its consideration. 

This Wednesday evening, our Daughter, Lisa, will arrive from Louisville, KY, to stay with her Mom for three days, while I have three days of respite at a Center for Spiritual Renewal in a beautiful rural location in north-central Oklahoma. 

In talking with Lisa this evening about the Hospice suggestion, she admitted that it was something she was intending to bring up during her visit.  She has been an Administrator at a very large CCRC, mult-layered complex for older adults.  She supervised the construction and staffing of a dementia building there.  She has also served on the Staff of a Hospice program in South Carolina, working with Volunteers. 

My hope is that our Son, Micah can come from Kansas City so that we can all talk about the matter of Hospice and the DNR that will be required if we choose to enroll MaryAnn.   Our Daughter, Lisa, and our Son, Micah have been a tremendous support.  I respect their ability to process the options with wisdom and rational thought laced with love and concern for both Mary Ann and me.  

Last night was another difficult one.  She was up for a number of times, not as many as some nights, but at least six or eight times.  There were dreams to be dealt with.  She needed to get up very early again, but this time a little single serving applesauce won us another hour or so of sleep. 

One of the times, around 6am, I heard her and awoke to see her standing by the bed.  I rushed over to see what she needed.  I asked if she needed to use the commode.  She seemed to say no, but then talked very fast with slurred words that were unintelligible to me.  She did that a second time.  I tried to manipulate her to sitting back down on the bed. 

It was not until the moment I reached around and got her moving into the sitting position that I realized that she had pulled down the pj’s and disposable and there was soft stool to be dealt with (sorry!).  There followed moving her quickly to the commode, changing clothes and rinsing out bedding so that it could be washed. 

At that moment I started thinking about how to title this post in a way that would change yesterday’s title “Difficult Day” to whatever comes after that that would indicate the next level of difficulty. 

Gratefully, the day improved some.  Actually, Mary Ann had a pretty good day.  I was glad for that since friend Jeanne had visited last week and Mary Ann slept almost entirely through the time she was here with Mary Ann.  Jeanne had a good part of the day able to interact with Mary Ann today. 

One odd moment came when I returned from some errands to find Jeanne very excited about the fact that our Daughter, Lisa was, according to Mary Ann, pregnant.  Mary Ann was convinced that I had told her Lisa was pregnant.  She, of course is not pregnant.  The fact that there simply are no boundaries between dreams and reality for Mary Ann creates some very interesting and sometimes bizarre results. 

Mary Ann is still in hallucination mode, but it has been a little more manageable today.  She did nap for a time this afternoon.  She ate very little supper and was not interested in my help.  She did not even eat the ice cream treat from Baskin & Robbins.  That actually is distressing since I have counted on at least being able to get some calories in by giving her ice cream.   Mary Ann’s recent weight loss seemed to Lisa  be especially relevant to the discussion Hospice Discussion.

Mary Ann is in bed now, and has not so far needed my intervention.  That has no bearing on how the rest of the night will go, but it is allowing me to write this post with fewer interruptions.   Here is hoping for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep tonight.

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It is done.  I sent two pages of recent events and current symptoms to the Neurologist in the Parkinson’s Clinic at the University of Kansas Medical Center in Kansas City.  Dr. Pahwa is one of the best in the nation, especially in the area of the Parkinson’s meds.  I am not sure to what extent he specializes in the dementia that is unique to Parkinson’s, but he certainly has a large enough patient base to have lots of experience on which to draw.

I think anyone who has complex medical problems ought to consider the approach of putting the information in writing and the questions in writing.  It seems logical to me that getting it to the doctor in advance of the appointment, even if he/she only sees it a few minutes before entering the examination room on the day of the appointment, will help create a better communication and exchange of information.

My impression is that the doctor focuses full attention on a particular patient by reading the chart carefully to reclaim the recent medical history.  Maybe it is a little like cramming for a test.  No doctor can keep a full and current awareness of every patients’ symptoms and their history of treatment.  Reading the chart fills the doctor’s mind at that moment with whatever is immediately available to him/her.

The fax contains recent history that I might not have remembered in detail in the heat of the moment in the exam room.  The written material gives the doctor a window into Mary Ann’s situation beyond what he will see in the ten minutes we are with him.  She may be lucid at that moment (the online LBD Spouses group calls that showtime).  He will conclude that what he sees is how she is.  Dr. Pahwa listens well and asks good questions, but he can’t help but be influenced most powerfully by what he sees in that room.  The fax gives him a history of all that I have seen in the past few weeks as well as what he is seeing.

I included in the material faxed to the Neurologist a third page, a full and current list of all the medicines that Mary Ann is taking, dosages, time of day the pills are taken.  Especially when there are a couple of specialists (Cardiologist and Neurologist) and a Primary Care Physician doing prescribing, it is necessary to have absolutely accurate information available to each one that includes all the meds.

Mary Ann has a regularly scheduled appointment with Dr. Pahwa this Monday afternoon.  I am going into the appointment willing to accept the possibility that this is the best we will get and no changes in medication are likely to help.  I am hopeful that there are some changes that can be made with the possible result of a better quality of life.  I am also fully aware that the risk is high that any change in meds might make things worse, causing a further decline, a potentially irreversible decline.  Mary Ann always goes in with the hope that she will be able to take fewer pills or find the magic pill that will make everything okay again.

Last night was not a good one.  Mary Ann was up a number of times, ready to get up for the day beginning around 3:45am.  She got up at 6:30am, when I got up to prepare for the Spiritual Formation Group that meets here at the house.  It is always distressing to me when she is up at that time, since I have a short time to get things ready for the group and no time to spend helping Mary Ann.  Before this decline, she almost always remained asleep during my prep time and part or all of the time until Bath Aide Zandra arrived.

She was in that intense mode that his hard for me to deal with, lucid, but on the edge of the dementia.  Gratefully, Volunteer Maureen arrived at 7:30am, just as I finished giving Mary Ann her pills and feeding her the daily yogurt (need those live cultures).  I was able to get to the group meeting downstairs.

It was a busy Wednesday.  Zandra came to do Mary Ann’s shower and hair.  She said Mary Ann was doing a lot of leaning over, seeming to be tired — understandably since the night was a very restless one.

Kristie came to do the monthly house cleaning. Since Mary Ann had gotten up so early that she ate lunch at 10:30am.  Volunteer Rebecca came from 11:30am to 2pm.  I was able to get away for a while.

I returned with Baskin & Robbins ice cream treats, as promised.  Mary Ann, surprisingly, declined hers and instead, asked to have supper.  She ate supper (the other half of the sandwich she had for lunch) at 2:30pm.

Not long after eating, she lay down for a nap.  She had been sitting with her head in her lap for a while.  Later in the afternoon, she got up and ate the ice cream treat.  The hallucinations began firing up as the afternoon wore on.

She got up again and had a little to eat, some pear sauce.  That is like applesauce, but made with pears.  Maureen had brought that, along with a large jar of frozen chili for future use, cinnamon rolls, and a dozen or so cookies.

Mary Ann headed to bed around 7:15pm.  I fully expect the vivid dreams and hallucinations to dominate the night, since that would fit the pattern of the last few weeks.

I guess I was right.  She just called my name.  When I went in, she was sitting on the side of the bed.  I knelt down in front of her and asked what she was seeing.  She was distressed that the people were beating on me.  She had her eyes closed and was continuing to see that happening.  She started crying for a bit.  I kept saying that I was all right and no one was hurting me, but she couldn’t open her eyes and let go of the hallucination.  Finally she calmed and was willing to lie down.  It is only 10:20pm, and it has already reached this level of intensity — does not bode well for either of us getting a lot of sleep tonight.

On the positive side, there were two very helpful times for my personal/spiritual health.  In the Spiritual Formation Group this morning, we each picked a favorite Psalm.  We applied three question to the Psalms: what is particularly meaningful to us in the Psalm, how can something of its message be incorporated to the ordinary stuff of our days, and is there a present day metaphor that might be used to communicate the message of the Psalm in contemporary terms.  The discussion that followed was very stimulating and thought provoking and meaningful.

The time away this afternoon was spent at a coffee shop (not PT’s but serves PT’s coffee) for lunch and some reading.  I know and enjoy the young family who own the shop.  After a while a former parishioner happened by.  Donny is a very pleasant fellow. He and his family are also folks I cherish.

After a conversation about a variety of things. Donny asked what I was reading.  As I described the book, it became clear that he also is intrigued by scientific inquiry and its relationship with faith.  I think he was a little surprised at my interest in Quantum Physics and things like String Theory.  I am not so much conversant in either subject as I am intrigued by them and fascinated by their potential implications for people of faith and theological conversation.  It was a very enjoyable mental respite from the daily struggles at home.

It is time to head back to the bedroom and see if my presence and familiar voice might help calm some of the distress the dreams/hallucinations/delusions produce.

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I am beginning this post shortly after 2pm today.  Mary Ann settled into full sleep last night some time between 12am and 1am.  Other than two trips to the commode, she has been sleeping ever since. 

Just a few minutes ago she called my name, I went in and got her on the commode.  I told her about all the snow, she responded appropriately and clearly.  In moments, she was back to being unable to respond.  All she could do was make a grunt.  I tried to talk her into getting dressed.  She was just too non-responsive to manage that. 

I managed to get the Exelon patch changed, but she was not interested in taking her meds.  I don’t think she could have awakened enough to get the meds swallowed.  I reluctantly put her pj pants back on and let her lie back down.  She was having trouble continuing to sit erect on the side of the bed.

As always, I am grateful to have gotten a full night’s sleep.  While I don’t like losing her presence when she is in the daytime sleeping mode, sometimes she is fairly lucid for a while after she has slept off the last bout with streaming hallucinations.

Sooo close!!  Almost made it!  At about 2:30pm I decided to get something to eat.  After I got something heated and started eating I heard her.  By then it was 2:45pm.  I asked if she was ready to get up.  She said she was.  I suggested getting dressed before pills and food but thought better of it when she couldn’t seem to geet her eyes open. 

She drank some apple juice (with Miralax) and took her pills — I put them in her mouth and put the straw to her mouth to take with with the juice as is now the norm.  I fed her a container of yogurt.  Then I started suggesting cereal options or whatever might interest her to eat.  I remembered Mary’s jello (green jello, pineapple, cottage cheese and Cool Whip).   She wanted that and ate a good-sized serving.  It should be helpful since there is protein, calcium, fruit and carbs in it. 

Then I joined her at the table and finished my bowl of beef and noodles.  She asked where “Dad” was.  I think that would be me.  When I asked who she was thought I was and she answered “Mom.”  At that point, I suspect she had connected better and was just being silly — not sure about that. 

Anyway, as soon as we got back to the bedroom to get her dressed — you guessed it.  She needed to lie down again for some more napping.   That happened a little after 3pm.

Mary Ann got up again at about 6:45pm.  There was an odd irrational hope that the fainting issue had just sort of left her.  At the same time, I knew it would return eventually.  Earlier today I worked on re-writing the fax to the Neurologist and had mention dropping the Midodrine until the fainting returns.  I knew it was wishful thinking to expect the fainting to stay away.

Well, it has returned.  She fainted twice while in the bathroom, once on the stool and once when I returned her to the transfer chair.  She fainted again when she decided to stand up while sitting in front of the television.   What an insidious disease this is.  Not every person who is diagnosed with Parkinson’s will have to deal with quite this many symptoms in such severity.  It is the major heart problem combined with this form of dementia that has produced so many debilitating symptoms. 

It was not long before she decided she wanted to go back to bed.  She had said she did not want to eat when she got up this time.  I asked her again, listing lots of things as we were ready for her to get back into bed.  She agreed to go out to the table.  Again, she chose Mary’s jello.  I fed her a large dish of it. 

She is now back in bed.  It is 7:15pm, which means she was only up a half hour.  I am readying myself mentally for a difficult night.  She has slept through days and nights before, but it seems unlikely to me that she will manage to sleep through tonight also.   The most I can do to prepare is to get to bed early enough to increase the odds of getting some sleep even if it is a bad night.  I got a good night’s sleep last night.  That will help.

My day was spent mostly reading posts of those in the online Caregiver Spouses group and the Kansas Birders.  I managed to rewrite the fax to the Neurologist and update it.  I did get outside to shovel off the deck and a path to the birdfeeders.  It was good to get a little exercise and get the birds some food that is accessible in six or so inches of heavy snow.  I am often annoyed on days like this that I still manage to procrastinate on many of the tasks on my list of things needing to be done.  There is in the back of my mind the likelihood that as soon as I get the preparations made for doing whatever it is, Mary Ann will be up and in need.  It is as good a reason as any to put off until tomorrow what could be done today.   (Isn’t that how that saying goes?)

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She went to bed at about 9:15pm last night.  She didn’t stir until about 8am, not even a commode trip.  I had gone to bed early and got a good night’s sleep also.  I got her up then to use the commode, talked about going to her Tuesday morning group while she sat on the side of the bed, still half asleep.  As I suspected, she needed to lie back down.  It is almost 12:30pm, and she is still sleeping.  A few minutes ago, I asked if she was ready to get up.  She did not respond.  I will check regularly now, so that she can get food, meds and a trip to the bathroom as soon as possible.

One of the folks in the online Lewy Body Caregiver Spouses group has made a movie and entered it in the the 2010 Neuro Film Festival on YouTube.  That video can be found by going to youtube.com and entering in the search box 2010 Neuro Film Festival.  Her video is on the second page, titled, Life with Lewy 2010.  There is another video on that page that is painfully funny to those who have been impacted by Parkinson’s. That title is, Parkinson’s Gets a Bad Rap.  I happened upon another video on YouTube titled Parkinson’s Disease — That’s a Laugh.  Check them out.

Mary Ann got up around 1:00pm, got dressed, took pills and with help ate her usual breakfast.  She moved into sitting with head in lap mode after eatng.  She was able to communicate a bit.  There was no evidence of her having hallucinations.

Since she was not done eating until mid-afternoon, it was not long to supper.  I had gotten out some beef fillets from the package we had gotten from Omaha steaks a while back.  Along with broccoli and a baked potato, she ate well at supper.  She even had what was left from last night’s B&R trip for dessert.

Volunteer Barb came to visit for the evening while I had a break.  As far as I know, the hallucinations stayed away during that time.  Mary Ann is in bed now.  How the night will go remains to be seen.

I headed over to Barnes and Noble to find a book that I could sit and read for a while, enjoying a hot chocolate in the Starbuck’s there.  After drinking PT’s coffee, purchased directly from the growers, roasted to perfection here in small batches, Starbuck’s coffee just doesn’t measure up.

I had no intention of buying a book, but I found one that I could not resist.  It is called The Mind of God: The Scientific Basis for a Rational World, by Paul Davies. I thoroughly enjoy reading books that probe the wonders of the laws of physics written by folks intelligent, intuitive and honest enough in looking at the best that science has to offer that they can see the “something more.”  This writer does not conclude the existence of God, but allows that what is implied by the universe and our place in it is something that some might call God.

Since I happen to be a person of faith, I don’t look to this or any other contemporary work to define my view of reality.  I suspect that if/when I finish the book there will be nothing with which I need to disagree to sustain my faith.  In fact, my usual experience in reading such books has been to simply see expanded the wonder and appreciation at what the best of scientific inquiry can bring to my faith.  For me such reading is devotional at least as much as it is intellectual.

I am glad that I got plenty of sleep last night.  Otherwise, I would not have been able to track with the author as I read the first chapter this evening.  It is encouraging evidence that my brain may not yet have atrophied completely!

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I need to find some synonym for “confused.”  I wonder how many of the posts I have written over this almost year now of writing that have the phrase “hopelessly confused” in them.  Again today I am hopelessly confused.

Mary Ann settled last night after a few signs of restlessness. Oddly, in one of those restless moments, I came in because she had been moving around in bed, seeming to be ready to hop up (as seen on the monitor while I was at the computer).  She asked me something about where I was going to go.  I don’t remember the exact words.  I told her I wasn’t going anywhere and asked what brought her to ask that question.  She said that she had been thinking (or dreaming) that I was going to divorce her.

I told her that she was not getting rid of me that easily, and that it was not even a remote option.  I wondered from where the thought had come.  Even in my most frustrating moments, when my words were far from sweet, that was never a word used or even implied.  As different as we are in some ways and as many times as we were not pleased with one another in our 44 years of marriage, that was never a realistic option.  I make no judgments on those whose circumstances became so difficult that divorce was the best option in a bad situation.  Our conflicts and frustrations never reached the level of raising that as an option.

What causes me to be hopelessly confused at the moment is that, after working on the sheet to fax to the Neurologist about changing meds to control the bouts of hyperactivity and streaming hallucinations, Mary Ann has been subdued and sleeping a lot.

After our conversation eliminating divorce as an option, she settled in for the night, and the morning and into the afternoon!  She has gotten up seldom to use the commode.  She slept until almost 10am (okay with me!).  I helped her to the commode and got her dressed.  As soon as she was dressed (while we were finishing) she started trying to lie down again.  I took her blood pressure (210/120), and then she just lay back down in the bed.

At about 1:15pm, she was moving a bit, so I asked if she wanted to sit up.  She half-heartedly agreed that she did.  I got her to the bathroom and out to the dining room for pills and yogurt.  As soon as she was done with the yogurt, I asked if she wanted cereal or lunch food next.  Then I asked if she was still hungry at all.  She said that she was tired.  She wanted to lie down in bed again.

It is now 2pm and she is resting peacefully.

It is now 3:30pm.  I sat her up to take her mid-morning (I know!) pills, take her to the bathroom, change her pad (disposable underwear), and get her jeans on again.  I asked if she was hungry.  She said no.  I asked if she would like to come out into the living room and watch some television.  She said she wanted to go back to bed.  That is where she is.

It is now 8:30pm.  I got Mary Ann up (she was reluctant) at about 5:30pm.  She was not hungry, but after sitting up for a while, she agreed to eat some supper.  I cooked and sliced up a bratwurst for her.  She likes them and they are easy to eat in that form.  She managed to spear them with the fork and get them to her mouth on her own.  She had a chip or two and some Pepsi.  Then she ate a dish of ice cream from the freezer with very minimal help from me.  She had some fairly normal intestinal activity.  She then sat in the chair in front of the television, but after a short time of sitting up, began leaning forward on her lap again.  At about 8pm she decided it was time to go to bed.  I cannot imagine that she will sleep the night after sleeping most of two full days and nights.

I now have no idea what I would write on the sheet to fax to the Neurologist.  What I wrote Wednesday does not reflect what is going on now.  If meds are changed to calm her down, she hardly needs that.  If meds are changed to perk her up, the wild hallucinations and hyperactivity might return with a vengeance.

By the way, I expect the hallucinations and hyperactivity to cycle back in at some point. I dread that time.

She hasn’t been fainting but seems likely to do so again judging from the past.

Everything she is experiencing, including the vacillations from one extreme to the other are talked about frequently by those in the online group of Lewy Body Disease Spouses.  That does not prove that Mary Ann’s current vacillations don’t have to do with medications, but it does suggest that all this is just part of the deal. It also helps take the pressure off, suggesting that what I do or do not do as problems arise probably does not have all that much power to change things either for the better or for the worse.  This is outside my power to fix.

For someone who has been a planner who struggles with changing quickly from workable patterns, this is madness on steroids!  At the moment, as long as I accept that things may change in a heartbeat, Mary Ann sleeping a lot and remaining fairly subdued when awake makes caregiving doable.  I lament the loss of having more time that she is alert and communicative, but I am grateful for being able to continue to care for her here without going crazy.  If/when the hyperactivity and streaming hallucinations return, it will take about fifteen minutes for me to conclude again that I am in over my head.  What a ride!

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Only three months ago we went on a trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas.  We stopped in Oklahoma City on the way to help John celebrate his 60th birthday.  We had a wonderful three days, even though it rained part of the time.  The trip back home included an overnight stop in Eureka Springs, where we visited the Thornton Chapel.  It was a very enjoyable trip.

We returned Friday night.  Saturday afternoon, Mary Ann woke up from a nap with her chest hurting.  We went to the Emergency Room and ended up spending three days in the hospital, getting fluid out of her system to relieve a relatively mild problem with Congestive Heart Failure.

Even though there had been no problem medications given to her while she was there, nothing other than lack of sleep and the distress for Mary Ann of being in the hospital, Mary Ann went home very confused and weak.  She spent the next four days sleeping.  Slowly she regained some alertness, the ability to feed herself again (most of the time) and returned to maybe 75% to 80% of where she had been before the hospital stay.

Three months later, she is hallucinating most of the time she is awake.  She is either awake half or more of most nights, confused about where she is, reacting to dreams and hallucinations, unable to distinguish between them and reality. She has not been able to sit up in a chair.  Even with the safety belt on the chair she hangs almost falling out of it.  She was finally willing to lie down in bed and watch television.  For the last hour and a half or so she has been lying in there mostly awake, taking things not visible to me and putting them in her mouth.  She can only on occasion feed herself.

This morning she told me about the hippopotamus.  She admitted that it was probably just a dream.  I was encouraged a bit that she spoke as if she knew it wasn’t real.  We were trying to find a Kleenex that had fallen in the water, and a hippopotamus appeared.  Then there were eight, she counted them then told me the number.

It is hard to absorb so much change in such a short time.  I am certainly not done challenging the medication regimen to see if there are changes that might help.

The afternoon today has gone a little better.  The hallucinations have continued but at a less intense and distressing pace.  She has had her head down most but not all of the time.

Lunch surprised me in that, while she said she did not want me to help her eat, she accepted my help anyway.  I had made a boxed pasta salad I found in the cupboard.  We happened to have some of the suggested optional additions in the house.  I did not expect her to eat it, but she was interested in tasting it.  She ate a large quantity of it.

At supper, after she allowed me to help, she ate a reasonable amount of Mary’s pork chops from the freezer and some of an Uncle Ben’s wild rice side dish.  Immediately after supper, we headed out to get my coffee refill (Mary had delivered a cup earlier today), and we got some B&R.  She managed to eat part of the two scoops on her own and then let me help her get the rest.  She had begun spending more time with the hallucinated food and the ice cream was melting.

The Cardiologist’s office called in response to the information sheet and questions concerning Mary Ann’s high blood pressure.  One question I asked was: Is there any medication that is safe to use PRN (as needed) to lower her BP when it is far too high?  The answer was, no, nothing that would not risk causing the BP to either bottom out at too low a level or rebound to too high a level.

The other question concerned the use of Midodrine when she started fainting or her BP got too low (both numbers lower than 100).  I wanted to know if I could give that to her PRN as long as the dosage and timing were in the range we have used in the past couple of years.  To that, the Cardiologist said, yes.  Those were the answers I expected.

I shared with Angela, ARNP, who made the call to me, that I was not very concerned at the moment with the fainting.  Mary Ann is almost never walking on her own any more, so the risk of hurting herself in a fall is lower.  At the moment, the seat belt on the transfer chair is most often connected to keep her from falling forward out of the chair, or she is at the table in the heavy chair with the arms, very difficult for her to get out of on her own.  If the fainting occurs on the commode, as has often been the case, she usually remains there, and I am always close, able to get to her and hold her up.  Her BP was high again this morning.

Today went all right from the perspective of my ability to handle the situation as a Caregiver.  For a time, probably between one and two hours last night when I first went to bed, the hallucinations and energy level were pretty tough to handle.  She could only lay back down sometimes for a minute or so, getting up again with no awareness that we had just been up and worked her back to lying down.  That would not be bearable on a continuing basis.

She did not have a long nap in which she was sound asleep today.  My hope is that she will be tired enough to sleep through the night tonight.

One matter that cropped up on Tuesday may demand some rethinkning of the use of one of the tools we use for creating a safe environment.  The Lifeline speaker phone sent the recorded message asking us to test the Lifeline button.  I brought it out for Mary Ann to punch.  She simply could not get it punched.  The coordination needed to get her thumb in exactly the right spot and the strength to push it hard enough to set it off just were not there.  She would never have been able to get the button pushed on her own.  I guess I need to check to see if they have something that is easier to use.  I am considering the other alternative of wearing it myself.  That way if something starts happening to me, I can push it myself, and, of course, I can push it if something happens to her.  My memory is the problem with that idea.  Remembering to put it on is one problem.  The other is remembering to take it off when I leave the house while a Volunteer is with Mary Ann.

At least today, I have not had to resort to the language of the Na’vi (see last night’s post).

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Last night was another difficult one.   The times up were not as often as our worst nights.  The hallucinations did not include the hyperactivity that was present ten days or two weeks ago.  They were fairly constant and strong.  Each time during the night I needed to talk her into lying back down. 

She needed a snack shortly after going to bed since she had eaten so little at supper.  She wanted pizza at 4am or 5am (don’t remember which of the multiple early morning times).   She thought it was suppertime, even though it was dark. 

I took her blood pressure first thing this morning.  It was 220/120.  Needless to say I did not give her any Midodrine.  At 10:20am it was 140/90.  After a long nap I took her BP while standing.  It was 115/60.  About fifteen minutes later I took it again while she was sitting.  It was 170/95.

It seemed as if I had too much information to give over the phone when calling the Cardiologist’s office.  Here is what I wrote and dropped off at the Cardiologist’s office this afterno0n: 

Dr. Meyer and Angela Bachelor, ARNP

Blood pressures on 2/4/2010 are in her chart – Midodrine: 10mg morning, 5mg noon, 5mg supper.

No blood pressures taken on 2/5 – Midodrine 10mg morning, 5mg noon, 5mg supper.

2/6, 10mg Midodrine in morning – sitting blood pressure measurements:

220/115 at 8:17am

200/110 at 11:30am – no noon 5mg Midodrine dose given

160/85 at 1:15pm

185/100 at 2:25pm

200/100 at 4:25pm – no suppertime 5mg Midodrine dose given

200/105 at 8:00pm

2/7, sitting blood pressure measurements – no Midodrine given all day

200/105 at 2:00am

220/120 at 8:45am

165/105 at 1:45pm

Standing measurement – 130/80 at 3:10pm

165/95 at 5:00pm

2/8, sitting blood pressure measurements – no Midodrine given all day

220/120 at 8:00am

140/90 at 10:20am

Standing measurement – 116/60

170/95 at 2:35pm

Questions:

Is there something I should be doing that would be safe for me to do (some prn med) to help lower her BP when it is so high? If so how high should trigger its use?

Can Midodrine be used prn assuming four hour intervals up to three times a day, last dose at suppertime, starting with 5mg per dose, titrating to no more than 10mg? Would either fainting or BP measurement with both numbers below 100 be appropriate triggers for Midodrine if prn use is authorized?

Peter Tremain, 2/8/2010

That is the blood pressure issue.  Now comes the return of the hallucinations.  The problem has continued and intensified a bit during the day today.  There is a little black poodle who looks like the one we used to have that Mary Ann has been seeing and talking to today. 

Zandra, her Bath Aide, reported that she saw a little girl during shower and morning prep time.  Mary Ann mentioned seeing our Granddaughter Ashlyn a few times today.  Ashlyn lives in Kentucky.  She has been seeing dirty spots on the carpet or bedding, wet spots in many places.  There have been lots of little gold chains.  There were racccoon tracks on her transfer chair.  She jumped a couple of times when either I stepped on something or once a vase fell and broke, neither actually happening. 

I followed her a few times to get something or find something or pick up something — all things that were not there.  She tried to explain things to me on a few occasions and got lost in trying to finish whatever it was, throwing up her hands admitting that she was confused. 

Again today, eating was a struggle.  She let me help her at breakfast, and lunch, except for the ice cream.  At supper she let me help some, but ate more ice cream on her own.  She tried eating it without a spoon, then got a little into her mouth using thespoon, finally agreeing to just put it back in the freezer.  She would not let me help her eat it.   At lunch and supper, she kept using her hands to pick up and take things to her mouth, things that, again, were not there. 

I have been back to the bedroom a number of times now.  The Thursday people are here, even though it is Monday.  She had trouble again with the need to go home.  Then she said something about not being obligated to let the people stay over, although that was juxtaposed with the her wanting to go home.  When she asked what the plan was, what she should do next, I said that it is 11pm and it would be great as far as I am concerned if she would lie down and go to sleep.  She thought she could do that.  I have no illusions that it will happen any time soon.  We have just been up again dealing with the problem of the people she sees here in the house. 

While the intensity of her hallucinations does not have element of hyperactivity as they did a while back, I can see that hyperactivity just over the horizon. 

I need to start writing the note to fax to Dr. Pahwa, her Neurologist, who specializes in movement disorders such as Parkinson’s (a program and the University of Kansas Medical Center in Kansas City).  I need to lay out in the note just what has gone on from the weeks before the increase in Seroquel to now. 

As I have commented in these posts more than once before, changes in medication sometimes backfire.  If something is removed for a while, sometimes when it is reintroduced, it will not do what it did before.  There was a small study reported in the online Lewy Body Dementia Spouses group that showed folks reducing dosage on medications that were causing hallucinations, but in the case of Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, the hallucinations continued in spite of that reduction.  Sometimes meds start something that cannot be stopped.  Sometimes, of course, the disease has just progressed farther and there is nothing that can change that decline. 

While we may be nearing the end of our options for dealing with the progression of the symptoms of this disease, we will continue until all the current options are exhausted — and then we will look for more options after that. 

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This is the person whose Autonomic Nervous System has not been able to maintain a consistent level of blood pressure for the last few years.  It has vacillated up and down and down and up again.  Now the pressure gauge in her body seems to be stuck on high.

After consistently high blood pressure readings yesterday (see last night’s post), this morning at 2am I decided to take her blood pressure.  We spent a couple of hours up most of the time between 1am and 3am.  At 2am it was 200/105.  I decided to take a reading this morning when she first got up so that I could decide whether or not to give her the morning dose of Midodrine.  The Midodine raises her blood pressure to keep her from fainting from the Orthostatic Hypotension — sudden drop in blood pressure when standing, resulting in fainting, what the doctors call syncope.

Her blood pressure reading at 8:45am was 220/120.  Needless to say, I chose not to give her this morning’s dose of Midodrine.  I will keep track of her blood pressure and phone the Cardiologist tomorrow if it is still stuck at such a high level.  Actually, I will call no matter what to report this long stretch of high BP and ask if there is something that would be safe for me to give her to lower it when it is this high.  I also need to try to take her BP when she is standing to see if it lowers then or remains high.  At the Cardiologist’s office last Thursday, her BP was consistently measuring higher than yesterday and today’s numbers here at home even when we stood her up and ARNP Angela measured it.

Last night was not an easy one at least for part of the night.  I went to bed very early for me.  By around midnight or a little later, she started getting up, disturbed by the people.  At one point she wanted to get up and out of bed for a while to get rid of the people in her head.  I was encouraged by the way she said that, realizing (or saying for my benefit) that they were in her head, not actually in the house.

I reacted differently from the past when I have gotten irritated and insistent with her.  I encouraged her and helped her lie down, reminding her that staying awake would make them worse instead of better.  Each time she lay down, I returned to my bed but stayed awake, listening intently to her.  Whenever I heard her mumbling or moving around, I asked if I could help.  In some cases I went over at talked with her a bit.  At one point when I was in bed, she asked what the man was doing in my bed, meaning me.  I reminded her who I was.  It was odd that she seemed to be talking to me but at the same time about me as if I was someone else.  I assume it is a version of the Capgras Delusion I have talked about in earlier posts — the perception that a person has been substituted for another (as in the body snatcher movies).

I stayed awake most of the time for about an hour and a half as we interacted off and on.  Then she settled and slept through until morning, other than the usual commode trips.

I got up earlier than usual this morning so that I could get ready for going to the 11am worship service.  When Mary Ann got up, she asked what we were doing today.  I helped her tune in to the fact that it was Sunday, and that I was planning for us to go to the 11am service, then out to eat at the Brick Oven, and watch the Super Bowl later in the day.

When eating the yogurt, drinking juice and taking pills, she was in eyes-tightly-shut mode.  I needed to feed her again this morning.  When I offered the usual options for cereal, instead of picking one, she said she was tired and wanted to lie down.  She was pretty unstable from the time she got out of bed.

I did make a point of weighing her to see if she is retaining fluid.  Her feet have been swollen the last couple of days, including this morning. Her weight was almost exactly the same as it had been the last time she weighed herself on that scale.  I will continue to monitor that as long as her feet remain swollen.

After she made a trip to the bathroom, when I asked her if she still wanted to lie down, she said her stomach hurt and, yes, she wanted to lie down.  She was concerned about lying down, knowing that I wanted to go to church.  Those words and actions, stomach hurting and wanting to lie down, usually asssociate with intestinal activity at some point. I knew that major intestinal activity would be far easier to deal with here at home than at church.  There would have been no way to manipulate her into going at that point, nor would it have made sense to try given those circumstances.  It is now well past the time church would have started and she is still sleeping.  I am sitting here at the computer with my suit pants on.  I guess it is time to change into stay at home clothes.

She slept for about four hours.  I should have gotten her up at some point to go to the bathroom.  Even though she had a night time disposable, it leaked. The bedding needed changing anyway.  The PJ’s and bedding are in the washer. I waited a little longer than I should have to give her a pill and get her up since I had ended up sitting down and reading, listening to the waterfall and birds in the back yard through the speaker made to bring outdoor sounds in.  Last night’s time up with Mary Ann caught up with me and I wanted to have some extra time just to rest.  She called for me soon after the time her med timer had gone off.

I took her blood pressure when she got up.  The reading was 165/105, not good but better than earlier in the day.  I cooked a bratwurst at her request.  Bratwurst and chips sounds like good Super Bowl Sunday food.  She handled the bite-sized slices of bratwurst on her own, as well as the dish of ice cream from the supply we bought at the store yesterday.

After lunch I asked her if she was willing to let me check her blood pressure while she was standing.  It was considerably lower, 130/80.  It was a little harder to hear clearly through the stethoscope since she was moving some.  It may have been a little higher than that, but certainly not lower.  When she has had problems with fainting, her BP has been very much lower than that when standing, and sometimes sitting.  Both numbers have been under a hundred.  The time she took the Tilt Table test at the hospital to verify that she had Orthostatic Hypotension, as soon as the table moved her from a lying position to 70% of a standing position, her BP dropped from a high reading, to 50/30.  A few minutes later she fainted.  I will keep checking her BP, but I would rather have a little fainting than allow it to stay as high as it has been the last few days.

A few minutes ago she showed me her glasses.  The ear piece on one side had come out of the hinge completely.  It will need to be reglued — hopefully possible.  We will take it in tomorrow.  I can only guess that spending so much time with her head down on the dining room table or the little table in front of her chair has resulted in loosening that ear piece.  I finally found an old pair of glasses she could use in the mean time.  It was almost comical in a sad sort of way that I found two old pairs that were not useable since she had fallen on them, in each case scratching one of the lenses so that it is completely useless. One of those falls took her to the Emergency Room with a giant hematoma on her forehead the size of her fist.

At suppertime Mary Ann’s blood pressure measured 165/95, again, too high, but not as high as this morning.  She struggled to eat supper and refused to allow me to help.  The last time I offered and she refused, I asked her why she wouldn’t let me help.  She was completely shut down, her face almost in the plate, getting nothing into her mouth.  Her answer was, “It is all I have left.”

She went to bed at about 7pm, watched the game from there, took her pills.  It was not long after that that she needed a snack — no surprise since she had eaten very little at supper.  She seems to be sleeping at the moment.  That, of course, can change at any time.

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About 4am Mary Ann was up.  Then again once an hour until a little before 8am when we got up for the day.  There was some of the intensity that can develop into hallucinations and hyperactivity, but this time it did not get out of hand.

I suggested that after I wash her hair we should head to Perkin’s, where she always orders some pancakes and a couple of slices of bacon.  She liked the idea.  She did have juice and yogurt with her pills as usual, just not the bowl of cereal.  It took a while to get the morning chores done today, so it wasn’t until about noon that we actually headed to Perkin’s.  Then we headed to the grocery.  Even though I had a list, we ended up with more than intended.  Gratefully, it was all things that we routinely use.

During the morning, I began taking her blood pressure every hour or so.  Her blood pressure had been so high and the Cardiologist’s office on Thursday that it was pretty concerning.  Her morning meds included a whole Midodrine tablet with the purpose of keeping her BP up so that she doesn’t faint, on account of the Orthostatic Hypotension that has given her such difficulty.

I started at 8:17am, 220/115.  Then ranging from one hour to three and a half hours apart after that her blood pressure measured, 200/110; 160/85; 185/100; 200/100; 200/105.  I took it one other time when it the systolic was 200, but I didn’t get the diastolic.

I could not bring myself to give her even 1/2 of a Midodrine tablet for her midday and suppertime doses.  I know it is not good to stop meds cold turkey, but it just seemed crazy to give her meds that raise her BP when it was already dangerously high.  One thing that caught my ear was the Cardiologist’s ARNP mentioning the fear of a massive stroke.  I had mentioned that Mary Ann already had a stroke.  Angela responded immediately with that concern.  Mary Ann’s stroke was not a bleed, but a cluster stroke (bits of plaque, probably from the ulcerated lesion on her carotid artery).  Nonetheless, it is hard to accept blood pressure that high without major concern.

The last couple of days there has been some swelling of her feet.  She has not had that problem very often.  When she has had swelling it has gone down the next day.  Two days in a row catches my attention. She has not had the heaviness in her chest and the ARNP, Angela, did not hear any crackling in her lungs, the sign of problems with fluid build up.  I need to remember to weigh Mary Ann in the morning to see if she has gained any weight.  That is another of the signs of potential congestive heart failure.

Today, the hallucinations have emerged a bit.  When she started eating tonight’s two scoops of Baskin & Robbins, she asked Ashy if she wanted any.  She saw our youngest Granddaughter sitting in the transfer chair a couple of feet away from her. That Granddaughter is currently living in Kentucky, not in our dining room.

One of the choices we have to make for the remodel/addition of a Sun Room at the back of our town home will be vertical blinds to cover twelve feet of glass for the sake of privacy.  Stacey brought a sample book of blinds that seem ideal.  Mary Ann has gotten in her mind that there is another sort of blind that would be better.  The problem is, it does not exist.  She looked through the latest Martha Stewart magazine and has become convinced that she sees there what we should choose.  She said there are many examples throughout the magazine.  I paged through the entire magazine with her. There were a couple of pages that had what she decided she liked.  They were pictures of an open porch with no blinds, just greenery, vines and bushes in the yard the porch is overlooking.  Then on another page she pointed to some large pictures of pink and red nail polish she said were the weights at the bottom of the blinds.

I could do nothing but tell her that we could not find blinds that exist only in her mind but do not exist in a way that we could actually buy and install.  This one is going to be tough.  I have absolutely no doubt that as long as we live, she will  routinely mention that we did not get the blinds she wanted for those windows and sliding glass doors.

Mary Ann’s ability to feed herself simply was gone today.  At breakfast, I assisted her as she worked to get the pills into her mouth.  I fed her the yogurt and held the cup and straw to her mouth.  At the restaurant at lunch, after I buttered them, cut the pancakes into bite sized pieces and put syrup on them, she got the fork in her hand with my help and was determined to eat the meal herself.  After an interminable amount of time, in which I had long since eaten my entire meal, she was still frozen in place with her hand lying in the pancakes, holding her fork wwith her head down near the plate.  On occasion she tried to get the pancakes up to and into her mouth, but no pancakes ever remained on the fork long enough to make it in.

I offered to help a number of times.  A couple of times I moved her hand with the fork in it so that some pieces were stuck on the fork.  She still could not seem to get them to her mouth.  Finally, she agreed to let me put each fork full into her mouth.  I did the same with the bacon, and with the straw in her Coke.  She ate most of the food on the plate.

At supper at home the same thing happened, she could not get the food to her mouth.  What seems strange to me is that she refused to let me help her even though we were in a completely private setting.  She ate almost nothing.  When I returned with the ice cream from B&R, she could not manage that on her own either.  After a while she did let me help her eat the ice cream.  I can only guess that she really likes pancakes, bacon and ice cream, so she allowed my help.  She was not so fond of the ham and cheesy potatoes at supper, so she was not so motivated to accept the help.

After getting back from the grocery this afternoon, I worked on filling the pill containers for the week, while Mary Ann watched television.  Her head was hanging on her lap much of the time.  One of the times I came over to help her sit up, she said one of the things that always triggers feelings of guilt and some helplessness.  I don’t remember her words exactly, but message was: I am bored sitting here all the time doing nothing but watching television, and I am just wasting away.  The implication was: you aren’t providing me with enough activity and stimulation to provide a decent quality of life for me.

I have talked about this in earlier posts.  I do feel guilty about not providing her with more attention and engagement.  My rationalization is that my life already revolves around her wants and needs all day every day and all night every night.   There are two truths that sort of intertwine as I process what she said.  One is that I really should do more to engage her attention and improve the quality of her days.  The other is that she has Parkinson’s Disease and Parkinson’s Disease Dementia and there are resulting consequences and limitations that I cannot fix.  I cannot give her the life that has been taken from her by the disease.

One goal in processing this issue is to keep my feet to the fire to try to come up with things that will keep her interest.  My hope was that the lunch out and the trip to the grocery would help.  Tomorrow I hope to get both of us going early enough to make it to the 11am worship service followed by a meal out at a nice restaurant that we both like.  Then later in the day will come the Superbowl.  She loves professional football and will enjoy watching the game.

The other goal in processing this issue is to accept my own flaws and imperfections and let go of the guilt and frustration that I am not doing more.  This has actually been a better than average week in one regard in particular.  I don’t think I have said a cross word to Mary Ann this week, nor have I felt like doing so.  Sunday morning’s experience seems to have had some residual effect.  I have no illusions that the change in attitude will remain, but it has felt good to set Grumpy Caregiver aside for a few days.

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