Information on Parkinson’s


In the past, Mary Ann would do almost anything to avoid going to the dentist.  Dr. Ron when we were in Oklahoma City and Dr. Bob here have had a gentleness that won her over.  She goes four times a year now, without balking.

Four times a year may seem more often than necessary.  During the years we had dental insurance, it only paid for two of the four times each year.  Why four?  Two reasons: 1. lack of manual dexterity; 2. lack of adequate caregiving.  This is among the many things of which I am not proud.  I just can’t bring myself to do the mouth care for Mary Ann that she cannot do herself.  I have no excuse.  I do a reasonable job of a number of other things, but not that.  Going to the Dental Hygienist four times a year helps compensate for the lack of good care at home.

As is so often the case, medication that does much good in one area of health care can create problems in another area.  The combination of Plavix and Aspirin helps protect against another stroke as bits of plaque can break loose from the lesion on the wall of one of Mary Ann’s carotid arteries.  That combination of meds thins her blood to the extent that by the time the Dental Hygienist is done, there is much bleeding.

After each cleaning of her teeth, we put a Chux (absorbent pad lined with plastic) on her pillow so that the blood from her gums will not stain the bedding.  We learned to do that the hard way, as is so with most of the things we have learned over the years.

There was a point at which we were looking at multple thousands of dollars in potential work on her teeth.  Dr. Bob has managed to keep her mouth in pretty good shape without doing major work.  The prospect of many hours in the dentist chair with the vacillations between stiffness and involuntary movements did not make major dental work an acceptable option.  There were a couple of extractions along the line.  Surprisingly, Mary Ann found the extractions easier than having crowns done.  She was surprised at how fast she was in and out of the chair when the extractions were done.  She had no problems associated with those procedures.

Actually, the dental issues that come with Parkinson’s are seldom mentioned.  We have tried a number of electric toothbrushes.  Mary Ann has a very small mouth providing little room for normal sized brushes.  We have often gotten children’s toothbrushes.  Even the smallest head for an electric brush does not seem to work for her. The manual dexterity needed for brushing teeth is just not there.

Along with many other diseases, it is often problems that are not directly caused by the disease process itself that come to be the most troubling as time goes by.  They are things that are not symptoms of the disease but rather consequences of its long time presence.  As an example, I am watching the skin on the underside of Mary Ann’s forearms.  She spends most of her days in the transfer chair, with her arms resting on the arms of the chair.  I am watching to be sure that the skin under her arms does not begin to break down.  The impact on her dexterity and spatial judgment affects the ease of eating and drinking, making her vulnerable to weight loss and dehydration.  Our Cardiologist feels that the heart issues were a result of the intense dyskinetic movements that are a side effect of the primary Parkinson’s Medication after many years of taking it.

When a person becomes a Caregiver, it is not enough to listen to and read about the disease itself and its symptoms.  It is interacting with others, in support groups, online communities, talking with other Caregivers, reading what has been written by people who have either had the disease or cared for someone with the disease that provides the full story.

I had the advantage of being in a profession that took me into hospital rooms often many times a week. Folks made a point of sharing their medical problems with me as I ministered to them.  As I looked and listened, I learned much of what has helped me tune in to Mary Ann’s problems.  I learned how to talk with and listen to the medical professionals, making it easier to ask the right questions and understand the answers.

For now, I just hope the gums heal and the bleeding subsides.  It is surprising how helpful it is to use a cold substance to ease mouth discomfort after a visit to the dentist.  A chocolate shake from Sonic did the trick this time.  Did you know that Sonic just switched to using real ice cream in their dessert specialties (shakes and sundaes and blasts)?  Does that news leave you also wondering what it was they used to make those treats before they switched to real ice cream?

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It is just too soon to tell.  Mary Ann is now taking two medicines to help control the fainting due to low blood pressure when standing (Orthostatic Hypotension).  One is the standard med prescribed to control the bouts with fainting, Midodrine.  The second is a medicine prescribed off-label for helping control the BP.

I just read a post on the online of Spouse Caregivers of those with Lewy Body Dementia.  That post had specifics about their larger dose of the new med.  I have been thinking lately just how helpful it has been to be a part of that online group.

The group is a place where those who are in the throes of very difficult caregiving can vent without judgment.  In fact the opposite of judgment comes.  There are words of acceptance, affirmation of the validity of the feelings of those venting. Everyone in the group understands the crazy ups and downs that come with this disease.

Reading the many hundreds of posts over the last year or two has helped me handle things that might have frustrated me more had I not known what to expect.  I knew not only from past experience but from the group that the aftermath of the hospital stay might be a problem.

We can ask one another how her/his Loved One reacted to a particular medicine or dosage of that med.  Even alternative medications can be discovered in the posts.  There are some who see a particular doctor at the Mayo Clinic who specializes in Lewy Body Dementia.

We can talk with one another about waste management issues without having any concern for speaking in an indelicate way.  There are things that can be shared there that would not be appropriate in a blog like this.  We can talk in ways that might scare those who were not going through this particular challenge.

One thing I have gained by reading those online posts is perspective on Mary Ann’s and my situation.  The struggles of some in the group are beyond imagination.   We are among those who have been dealing with Parkinson’s the longest, but others have been dealing with the dementia much longer than we have.  Not all the spouses have Parkinson’s, but all have some form of Lewy Body Dementia or a related diagnosis.  For some the dementia has reached the last stages, where we are in the mid-range of the usual progression of the disease.  With that said, the truth is, the disesase vacillates so dramatically, that most of us have seen earlier and later stages of the disease in our Loved One’s at various times – with no warning that a change for the better or for the worse was coming.

With the perspective of the reading those posts, I celebrate how much we are still able to do, the quality of life still available to us.

Mary Ann did reasonably well today.  We slept a little later this morning, a good thing for both of us.  The morning routine is pretty time consuming, leaving too short a time to allow us to participate in a morning filled with activity at church, including a Pancake Breakfast.  We did benefit from some leftovers brought over early in the afternoon.  When she was up in the morning before her nap, she was not at her best.  There were many times that she had her eyes tightly shut as we tried to walk to and from the bathroom.

Mary Ann actually ended up in bed late in the morning for a couple of hours of napping.  After eating some of the leftovers, we went out in the car for a while, ending up with ice cream.  Our first choice for ice cream this afternoon has gone out of business, Maggie Moo’s.  The format is the same as Coldstone Creamery, only with much better quality ice cream.  We ended up at Sonic.

She was pretty alert this afternoon, and headed to bed sometime around 7pm or 7:30pm.  She has been a little restless, but as always, I am hoping for a restful night for both of us.

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I just went back into the bedroom for one of very many times so far this evening to check on her.  When I asked her what was causing her to be so restless, she answered, “I’m disoriented.”

She has been moving around in bed this evening, lifting herself up on her elbows and looking around.  I have become conditioned to head to the bedroom when I see much movement on the 7″ baby monitor screen on my desk next to the computer monitor.  I move fairly quickly so that she doesn’t get up and try to walk on her own.  Especially when she first gets in bed after taking her night time meds, she is vulnerable to falling due to the drowsiness that is a side effect with a couple of the pills she takes at that time.

Clearly the drowsiness has not been enough to send her off to sleep tonight.  She did not sleep well last night.  It is surprising just how much impact one restless night has on her.  She has been doing lots more hallucinating today.  As usually happens, she got up early this morning, after not having slept much at all last night.  She fell a couple of times trying to pick up things that were not there.  She popped up often from her transfer chair, sometimes unsure of what she was getting up for. 

She went back to bed after being up a while this morning and slept about three hours.  I was glad she got some sleep.  The more tired she gets, the more she struggles with hallucinations, tracking mentally, keeping her balance when walking, among other things. 

Tonight, she is just struggling to settle down to sleep.  The last time I went in she said that she was feeling guilty that the house was not clean for the cleaning lady.  I reminded her that the monthly visit from Kristie would be Wednesday, and it is only Sunday evening.  Earlier, when I was getting her ready for bed, she thought she heard the voice of the main character on her favorite television program, the Closer.  She knows that the show airs on Mondays.  She was convinced it was Monday evening.  I reminded her that just an hour before then we had returned home from going to the Evening Service at church.  Somehow even that did not seem to satisfy her. 

The next time I came she was getting completely out of bed.  She said she was looking for things to do to get ready for the cleaning lady.  As we talked about it, she asked what I did to prepare for her coming.  I described the prep I usually do, taking things off the table so that she can get to the top to clean it, taking things off the kitchen counter, putting all the toiletries in the baskets on the bathroom vanity, just general straightening up to make her job a little easier.  I reminded her that there would be no point in doing that prep work until Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning, otherwise it would all be spread out again by the time Kristie came. 

It always seems odd to me when Mary Ann juxtiposes a very lucid comment (that the cleaning lady comes this week) and confused perceptions (what day it is today).  That is the nature of a Dementia with Lewy Bodies.  Parkinson’s Disease Dementia is such a dementia.  Unlike the general pattern of steady decline associated with Alzheimer’s Dementia, LBD changes for the better or for the worse very quickly.  Someone with LBD can be very lucid one minute and completely confused the next — then moments later return to lucidity.  That characteristic often causes friends and family who do not interact with the person with LBD on a daily basis to be fooled about how serious the disease is.  Those with LBD are notorious for moving into what we (Caregivers) call “showtime” when family or friends or strangers are present, creating the illusion that they have not problem at all. 

Again, it just surprises me to see how much impact one restless night can have.  She really has seemed to be very lucid the last few days, at least most of the time.  I guess I should read the last few days’ posts to be sure about that.  I forget so quickly from one day to the next how things have gone.  It is like trying to remember what you had for lunch two days ago.  Sometimes the routine things just don’t make enough of an impression to find their way into the memory bank, at least into the branch from which subsequent withdrawals can be made with ease. 

She has been in bed for about three hours now and has been restless most of the time.  The thought just crossed my mind that some of the restlessness may come from concern for our Daughter, who is having surgery tomorrow.  It is a surgery that is considered outpatient but will include one night of monitoring her during the first hours after the surgery.  Mary Ann may not be able to identify the true source of her inability to settle.

For the moment, all I can do is hope that she (and I) sleep better tonight than last night. 

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There are a couple more of observations on Mary Ann’s appointment with the Cardiologist, Dr. M, on Friday that have come to mind today.  They were comments that he made may be of interest to other Caregivers and Spouses.  I mentioned them in passing in last evening’s post, but they seem to me to warrant more reflection.

As I mentioned in last night’s post, I had brought some information from the Internet on a medication that seems to offer a an option for keeping Mary Ann’s blood pressure up when she is standing, to keep from fainting, without raising it when she is lying down, the time it is already too high.

I had brought the information to his office earlier in the week to allow time for him to look it over.  He didn’t see it until he studied the chart before coming into the Examination Room.  He did take time to read what I had brought.  When he came in he said that he thought the medicine sounded very appropriate.  In fact, he indicated that he appreciated the information and would consider using for others when the need arose.

He added that he was not at all uncomfortable with patients bringing in information.  He did not perceive it as a threat.  Not only was I grateful to hear that, but it impressed me as an attitude that any of us, Caregivers or patients, should look for in a doctor.  Dr. M is confident enough in his role, that he is not afraid to deal with any sort of question or suggestion.  He will answer the question if he can and tell us if he can’t.  He will take suggestions when they are good ones, and explain why if they are not good suggestions.

I have the advantage of being in an online group of folks who have all had years of experience dealing with Lewy Body Dementia and often Parkinsonism if not Parkinson’s Disease itself.  The thoughts and ideas and suggestions there are very helpful since they have been tested in real world situations.  One thing may work for one person and not work for another, so the suggestions can only be just that, suggestions, when taking the information to the doctor.  Bringing an arrogant attitude to a doctor’s appointment is sure to produce an unpleasant result.  I suspect that doctors feel the same way about arrogant Patients and Caregivers as Caregivers and Patients think about arrogant doctors.

Another conversation the Cardiologist had with us was triggered by my asking if the Congestive Heart Failure that took us to the hospital actually demanded a hospital stay.  I told him about the tough time we have had since the hospitalization.  He suggested that if we come again, we ask if it would be possible to monitor her situation for a few hours rather than admitting her right away and starting a regimen of medicine administered intravenously. Again, if we explain our reason for asking rather than simply being demanding, it might impact the doctor’s decision.

Dr. M made the observation that doctors factor in their assessment of the Caregiver or Patient’s wishes concerning whether or not they want to be admitted.  I inferred from what he said that there is a sensitivity about whether or not Caregivers and Patients feel able to handle the situation at home, when deciding whether or not to admit the Patient to the hospital.

We have a pretty good system here at home for dealing with Mary Ann’s problems.  If (when) we end up in the Emergency Room again, we will evaluate carefully the value of being treated at the hospital against the toll a hospital takes on her ability to function.

In Mary Ann’s case, that might have meant getting the shot of Lasix and checking the Cardiac Enzymes for a few hours to see if they stayed the same or declined.  While sometimes I feel pretty overwhelmed by what is already needed to give the care that is necessary, I think we would even be able to deal with IV meds at home, as long as a nurse put the IV in, and a nurse would be on call in case it got pulled out and needed to be inserted again.  It is too bad that our system of medical care does not make more allowances for care to be given at home.   It is easier on the patient (more rest) and it would seem to be less costly.

The day was quiet.  PBS had a number of specials today with Celtic music.  I told Mary Ann that I wanted to take charge of the television today and watch them.  As I have metioned before, in our division of duties, she is the boss of the TV remote control.  She stayed awake to listen to the music with me.  She ate pretty well.  She has been a little restless tonight.  I hope she settles in for the night soon.

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In forty years of calling on the sick, I can’t tell you how many times I heard from people who had gone through a surgery after they had recuperated, “I didn’t know how bad I felt before I had the surgery until now, now that I feel good again.”  I don’t think I realized just how heavy the weight was that I felt, thinking Mary Ann was declining at a faster and faster pace.

I can’t know how long the feeling will last since this is such a roller coaster ride we are on, but for the moment, it feels as if a deep and heavy sadness has been lifted.   Like a little child, I tend to act out when I am struggling with something.  I act out by getting grumpy.  I make no promises to anyone that I will now be nicer for a while, but there is a profound sense of relief.

Our Cardiologist, Dr. M, was a parishioner for the last dozen years of my ministry.  We have come to appreciate him very much.  He combines a lot of traits that a patient looks for in his/her doctor.  He takes the time to listen well.  Not only that, but he takes what the Patient and Caregiver have said into account when making decisions.  He is decisive in a way that respects those whose lives are impacted by those decisions.

He has made clear that he is not in the business of predicting the future and cannot answer the “how long” questions.  What he will do is disclose what he knows, analyze it and make a logical assessment of the situation.  While I am always looking for something that help clarify where we are on our journey, there simply are not definitive answers to my questions.

Today, I took an approach that allowed Dr. M to analyze the data with me and compare where we are to where we were eight months ago (the last round of tests).  He also looked back farther so that we could get a sense of the trajectory we are on, at least in terms of Mary Ann’s heart and kidneys.  The Neurologist is the one to ask about the Parkinson’s and Parkinson’s Disease Dementia.  The heart issues in particular provide the most concern in terms of longevity.

Dr M’s look at some key indicators seemed to reveal, that while Mary Ann’s heart and kidney health has declined, in most ways she has been moving back and forth along a pretty level trajectory.  Her numbers have been worse at times in the past than they are now.  They also have been better than they are now.

The conclusion seems to be that Mary Ann is fairly stable, not on a trajectory that is taking her quickly toward free fall.  Mary Ann and I are fully aware that something precipitous could happen, but the truth is, that is so for all of us.  The Parkinson’s itself has been moving very slowly.  There are not likely to be dramatic changes in its progress.  The Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, is another matter.  It is very unpredictable.  It changes in fits and starts and can turn on a dime in a new direction or return to a better place thought never to be seen again.  Other than trying to control the Autonomic malfunctions to the degree we can, we have only the Exelon patch to help with cognitive issues.

As to her heart and kidneys, it is the high blood pressure that is the enemy.  Today Dr. M responded favorably to my suggestion that we consider the addition of  Mestinon to Mary Ann’s medication regimen.  That drug has the potential of helping control the fainting by raising her BP only when she stands up, the time it drops thereby precipitating a fainting episode.  It is an off-label use of the drug, but there are no major concerns that militate against trying it.  It does not conflict with anything she is currently using.

My intention is to cut in half the dosage of the Midodrine (okay with Dr. M) for a few days, then add the Mestinon. It is always wise to change only one med’s dosage at a time so that any problematic changes that might occur will be easier to trace to the source.  I will try to take her BP as often as possible and ask our Parish Nurse if she would stop by to check it also. The goal is to use as little Midodrine as possible since it raises BP all the time, not just when standing.  BP is highest when lying down, since it does not have to fight gravity.

The information received today through Dr. M’s analysis helps in a couple of ways.  Both Mary Ann and I perceived what he said in a positive way.  I feel a sense of relief that revealed just how down I had felt about her perceived decline.  We understand her to be pretty stable and on a fairly flat trajectory in the progression of the heart and kidney problems.  Another way that we are helped by having more clarity on where we are in this journey, is that we can use our ability to deal with the challenges more efficiently.  We can’t afford wasting our days fighting things we cannot change.   We can’t afford to waste our energy because we are in denial about the realities of our situation.  As I have said before, a certain amount of well-placed denial can be very helpful in living through our days as meaningfully as possible.  However, we need to know what to accept and what to fight.  We don’t want to accept something when we should be fighting it, nor do we want to fight something that it is time to accept.  Today helped us better discern what to fight and what to accept.

At least tonight, my assessment is that I had moved toward acceptance of a more rapid decline than is actually happening.  I feel more bold now about stretching the limits of what we are doing.  I will, of course, not be foolish about tackling things that put us at an unhealthy risk.  A certain amount of risk, however, is necessary to stay alive and well.  After so many years of practice, we have ways of dealing with most of the problems that arise when things do not go well.  If we try something and it goes badly, we will deal with it and try something else.

I guess it has been a good day!

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Who knew there was a word for it?  The online caregiving spouses of those with Lewy Body Dementia (or some form of it) recently contained a line of posts titled Anosognosia.  Wikipedia defines it this way: Anosognosia is a condition in which a person who suffers disability seems unaware of or denies the existence of his or her disability.

Actually, those who have been reading this blog for very long, have heard me describe a variety of behaviors that could be described with the word Anosgnosia. 

When anyone asks Mary Ann about cooking, her response is always: “They won’t let me in the kitchen any more.”  What she seems to be saying is that she could cook and chop and handle hot pans and sharp knives and prepare meals, if only we (I) would let her. 

Mary Ann will often start to undress while standing up, even though for a number of years now, her balance and coordination have not allowed her to do so without falling. 

She has headed into the bedroom to get sewing paraphernalia to do repair work, most often on something that ends up being a hallucination. 

While I sometimes do it, I dislike reminding her that what she is attempting  is something she can no longer do on account of the Parkinson’s.  I think the better choice when confronting some attempt at doing something no longer within her capability, is to redirect her attention to something else. 

As troublesome as are the times she acts as if she has no limitations on account of the Parkinson’s, I can’t help wondering if they are not part of the reason she is doing so well.  As much as she has been through, it is hard to understand how she is able to do maintain such a high level of functionality in so many areas. 

Today went pretty well.  She slept in late, essentially tacking her morning nap on to the end of her night’s sleep.  She had a good breakfast, a fairly substantial lunch.  We went out for a ride to Ensley Gardens (I walked through them while she chose to stay in the car) and a treat at the Baskin and Robbin’s on the other side of town. 

Mary came over, brought the promised pork, dressing and gravy, and spent about an hour talking with Mary Ann while I worked at the computer.   Since I tend to be quick to respond in conversation, my presence makes it hard for Mary Ann to be engaged in conversation.  My leaving the room for a time allows her to interact more freely with friends. 

Again, she has gone to bed early, without supper.  I guess by now I should know that a mid to late afternoon ice cream treat is going to interfere with her eating supper.  I suspect she will be up to have snacks during the night.  I will, of course, need to assist in that activity. 

The last couple of afternoons (before today), I have left the house for a time while a friend spent time with Mary Ann.  I have spent the time in a different way from usual.  Rather than sitting in the car in some natural setting to read or listen to music, or going for a walk, I have visited a number of small art galleries here.  I am pretty much devoid of any knowledge in the area of the visual arts, but I am intrigued by them. 

At most of the stops at galleries, there has been a docent or artist or owner there who was willing to spend some time in conversation.  I have learned a bit about the art scene here, and how some of the artists have approached their subjects, what processes they have used.  It has been very interesting, opening a new window on reality for these well-worn eyes. 

The conversations have nourished a discovery I made decades ago.  There is more than what first meets the eye in most of what we see.  Whether it is a landscape, a city street, buildings, trash, telephone poles, growing plants in any stage, people, there are many ways to see them.  What artists often do is provide new ways to see the ordinary.  While I have no natural ability or inclinations in producing visual art pieces, my interest has been piqued. 

One of the artists described her fascination with shadows on the water in a pond or stream or lake.  The shaded area of the water’s surface reveals what lies beneath the surface.  Lighted areas show a reflection of what is above.  It is a phenomenon I have noticed when out walking with my binoculars around my neck.  Often I will look for those shaded areas to see if I can locate fish or turtles or frogs. 

In a couple of the visits yesterday and the day before, the descriptions of a particular art piece triggered the impulse to write and preach a sermon using the piece as a visual aid.  I had enough sense to spare the poor person describing the work from my launching into three part homily on the implications of that piece for their spiritual growth. 

One of the artists described her fascination with shadows on the water in a pond or stream or lake.  The shaded area of the water’s surface reveals what lies beneath the surface.  Lighted areas show a reflection of what is above.  It is a phenomenon I have noticed when out walking with my binoculars around my neck.  Often I will look for those shaded areas to see if I can spot fish or turtles or frogs.   That thought caused my sermon muscles to twitch for a moment. 

Maybe I can convince Mary Ann to consent to a trip into KC to the Nelson again.  There are rooms filled with art pieces, some incomprehensible, some boring (in the eyes of the beholder — me), some exciting, some very thought provoking.  They also serve a great lunch in the Roselle Court.  We will see.

After such a tough time post hospital stay, this one has been a pretty good week. 

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Noma called this morning and asked if she and Herb could bring over a couple of bottles of Herb’s home made wine.  For a number of years, Herb has provided home made wine for the Thanksgiving Communion services at the congregation from which I retired.  He makes very good tasting wine.  Herb and Noma also brought a little meatloaf that Noma had made, and some home made peanut brittle.

The week started with Jan bringing with her a very tasty Mexican chicken pie on Sunday when she came to spend time with Mary Ann.  Then early in the week Mary brought by a large container of soup made using the Olive Garden recipe for their Pasta E Fagioli.  Jeanne came over for a part of the day today and brought a Quiche from Copper Oven, along with a piece of pie from there for each of us.  Mary Ann’s pie was one of her absolute favorites, Lemon Meringue.  Tomorrow, Mary is going to bring us some pork loin and dressing.

So much of the time Mary Ann is forced to eat my culinary creations, which I just decided to dub, Pastor Pete’s Pottage.  Mercifully, the pottage is interspersed with Glory Day’s pizza slices, Bobo’s burgers, Perkin’s pancakes and a variety of take out foods.  This week Mary Ann is eating like a Queen.  I, of course, am not wanting for good food either, since she needs help in consuming it all.

When food is brought to us, as it has been this week, very often it is brought with the instructions that it can be put in the freezer (or some portion of it) to be enjoyed at some time in the near future.

One of the best things about the food this week is that it is coming at a time when I have been concerned about getting more calories in so that she can stop losing weight.  Convincing her to let me feed her is not always an easy task, but she has let me do so here at home more often.  When I help her, she eats much more.  She has been eating very well with all the good food that has been appearing at our home. We weighed her this afternoon and found that she had gained back about a pound, after having dropped five pounds.

At lunch today, Mary Ann age a full quarter of the Quiche, followed by that very large piece of Lemon Meringue pie.  With my help feeding her, she ate every crumb of both.  She had eaten a good breakfast, the usual yogurt, juice and a large bowl of Shredded Wheat Mini-bites.

She was very tired today.  Yesterday, she got up fairly early and then went back to bed for a relatively short nap.  She ate well and was up the rest of the day.  Today, after the good breakfast, she really shut down and needed a nap.  Shortly after Herb and Noma came by followed by Jeanne’s arrival, Mary Ann got up and was up the rest of the day.

There was one episode that moved me to go ahead and increase the Midodrine that raises her blood pressure.  Between the Quiche and the piece of pie, as she was sitting in the chair at the table, she just went out, had a fainting spell.  I managed to take her blood pressure after she came out of it.  Her BP was 100/60.  That is pretty low for just sitting in a chair.  It sometimes drops lower than that, much lower, when she stands up.  (One time during a tilt table test at the hospital, it dropped to 50/30, when she was moved from lying down to 70% of the way to standing upright.)  When she is lying down it is often as high as 180 or more, over 105 or more.

I have changed out the pills in her daily pill containers so that the dose of Midodrine will return to the pre-hospital stay level.  I have also printed from the Internet an article by the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke, a component of the National Institutes of Health.  The article describes a study of a drug named pyridostigmine (brand name, Mestinon), which seems to help the problem of Orthostatic Hypotension (low blood pressure when standing) without raising the patient’s blood pressure when lying down.  The drug’s intended use is to treat myasthenia gravis.  This is an off-label use of the drug.  The study concluded that a low dose of Midodrine combined with therapeutic dose of Mestinon was able to control the Orhostatic Hypotension in most of the subjects.

I will fax or mail or take the article to our Cardiologist to see what he thinks of the idea of trying this new approach.  Our Neurologist, a nationally known authority on the treatment of Parkinson’s, had suggested the option of using Mestinon when the problem of fainting got so much worse last summer.  The goal, of course, is to gain a manageable quality of life without raising her BP to a long term harmful level.

At the moment, Mary Ann seems to be sleeping soundly.  We will hope for a good night.  The weather is supposed to be great tomorrow.  Maybe we can get out of the house for a while.

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Mary Ann was pretty tired today.  While I managed to get her up, dressed, to the table for pills and breakfast in time to get to her Tuesday morning group, she did not feel up to it.  She had said when I got her up that she didn’t think she would go today, but I thought after waking up fully and being ready to go in time to get there she might change her mind.

She did act pretty tired after she got up and ended up taking a major nap beginning in late morning.  She probably would not have been able to stay alert for the entire length of the group meeting had she gone to it.

After getting up, she ate lunch and we headed out for a bit.  I needed some coffee. After picking up the coffee, I offered to take her and she accepted going to Dairy Queen to use our buy one, get one free coupon for Blizzards.

It was late enough in the afternoon that she ended up changing into her PJ’s and heading to bed very early.  The Blizzard will have to serve as supper.  I suspect there will be some snacking once or twice during the night.

At noon today, I attended a live Seminar on the computer.  They are called Webinars.  The Neurologist was both a clinician and a researcher in Movement Disorders.  This Webinar concentrated on the non-motor symptoms of Parkinson’s.

The motor symptoms are what people see, stiffness, tremors, shuffling gait, falling, speech problems, problems with swallowing, dyskinetic movements (wavy rather than shakey) caused by the medication.  Then there are many more symptoms that are not visible, that, in fact, have in the past been ignored even by physicians who did not recognize them as part of the Parkinson’s Disease.

It was interesting to hear the list of non-motor symptoms.  It was the story of our last twenty-two years (twenty-three in March).  Long before diagnosis came the first of the sensory symptoms, the loss of Mary Ann’s sense of smell (and taste).  At pretty much the same time the Rapid Eye Movement sleep disorder began, acting out dreams vocally and physically.  While not diagnosed, what sounds very much like sleep apnea also began.  Then came the pain in her left shoulder, going down her arm, the odd feeling in her left hand.

The presenter talked about the fact that in the vast majority of cases, the symptoms begin on one side.  Mary Ann’s symptoms were classic.  As the disease was diagnosed and progressed, early on, the bladder problems and constipation joined the party of symptoms.

Later in the disease process, cognitive issues have arisen, the tip-of-the-tongue frustration as words get lost just before emerging from the mouth (who among us doesn’t share that one). The Orthostatic Hypotension (fainting when erect due to low blood pressure) has come on board with a vengeance.  Hallucinations have also joined the other non-motor symptoms.

Mary Ann’s expression of Parkinson’s includes almost every one of the fifteen or so items listed as possible non-motor symptoms.  Again, they are the ones that are hidden from view.  The presenter pointed to a misconception about Parkinson’s: If she/he looks good, she/he must be doing well — not necessarily so!

One of the benefits of writing this blog, is that I get the chance to describe what is actually going on away from public view as we deal with this disease and its offspring.  When folks ask how Mary Ann is doing, I usually respond with something fairly non-committal, realizing that there is neither time nor interest in the gory details.  Actually, I have the benefit of a cluster of folks who have been in our home with Mary Ann, who understand the behind-the-scenes of what we are experiencing here.  I can share pretty openly with them.  They seem genuinely interested and they know what I am talking about.

There were two areas of disagreement with the presenter today.  She is obviously far more intelligent and knowledgable about Parkinson’s than I am.  Again, she is both a Medical Doctor and a Researcher in Parkinson’s.

She said that in all cases, a change in symptoms that comes on suddenly, in days or a few weeks, cannot be due to a progression in the Parkinson’s Disease.  It only moves very slowly, never quickly.  Her point is well made.  If something changes noticeably, get to the doctor to see what is causing it. Don’t just assume it is the Parkinson’s.  On the other side of it, having lived with Parkinson’s for almost twenty-three years, I am convinced that there are various times when the disease process passes a certain threshold that makes symptoms apparent, symptoms that were not at the same level days or weeks before.  They appear as rapid changes.

My analogy for that is the speech of a toddler.  When words first come, they are indescribably cute, coming one at a time, sometimes at surprising moments.  There is a time of a paucity of speech, just a word here and a word there.  Then all of a sudden, words start getting put together into intelligible streams, short sentences, soon becoming an endless torrent of speech.  It seems to happen so fast, when the process actually has been going on for months in that little mind.  The full speech just bursts out when finally a certain threshold is crossed.

It seems to me that over the years, that is how this disease has progressed, in fits and starts, pleasingly slowly at some times and frighteningly quickly at other times.

The other area of some disagreement was concerning the likelihood of the Parkinson’s leading to dementia.  The presenter seemed to say that the onset of any sort of dementia was just coincidental, not part of the Parkinson’s.  She said it was less likely in the early onset Parkinson’s than in those who were diagnosed later in life.  I had understood the opposite to be so.  Those whose primary symptom, especially at the beginning was tremors, have no more likelihood than anyone else to have dementia later.  At least I read or heard that somewhere.  I cannot guarantee that it is true.  Those whose primary symptom at least at the beginning was bradykinesia, slowness of movement, as was Mary Ann’s, are more likely to have dementia later on.  Again, that is what I have read and/or heard, whether true or not.

The presenter did not seem to be completely conversant with Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, the Dementia with Lewy bodies that can emerge later in the disease.  In fairness, her not mentioning it may have been more a function of the time available in the Webinar than any lack of knowledge.  Her credentials and focus on Parkinson’s and the research she is doing makes clear that she knows whereof she speaks.  I should not presume to question anything that she said.

All in all, the webinar was well done and interesting.  Since I agreed with 98% of what she said, she must have known what she is talking about!  Okay, I know my limitations.  It is just that after so long focusing so much attention on this Disease, watching it progress little by little, following its fluctuations from such an intimate vantage point, it is easy to feel like an expert on it.  The truth is, I am an expert only on one expression of the disease, Mary Ann’s version of Parkinson’s.  On that issue, I will defer to no one, doctor or otherwise.

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I explained that she wouldn’t be able to get the pills taken if she did not open her eyes.  “Will you open them now so you can take your pills?”  I said.  She replied, “I will when I am damn good and ready!”  Now that is the Mary Ann that Joy, Terry and Cherri remember.  I just laughed and told her that I liked her better when she was sleeping.  She laughed too.

We both had trouble getting to sleep last night.  I suspect a change in the weather and the barometer might have played into it.  I think it was some time after 1am that we finally went to sleep.  Mary Ann woke up very early.  There were trips to the commode, a snack, a period of time she sat in the living room in front of the television while I slept.

While it was not so apparent in the early times she was up, when she got up around 8am, things did not go so well.  I had asked her to stay lying down while I showered so that I would not have to come running at the sound of the thump, evidencing a fall.  When I got out, as usual, she had not stayed put and was in the living room in her transfer chair.

She seemed pretty confused.  Her eyes were tightly shut.  She was talking as if to people.  Earlier she had seen Granddaughter Ashlyn.  This time she was asking Granddaughter Abigail to show her what she was drawing.  They, of course, live ten hours away in Kentucky.  She said a number of things to me that I just couldn’t connect with.  She got irritated with me for not understanding what she was talking about.

I got her to the table for pills and yogurt.  Her eyes remained closed.  I put the pills and water and yogurt in front of her.  She had begun putting her fingers together as if grasping something and putting them to her mouth as if eating.  During our interaction about taking her pills, she seemed to be convinced that she was already taking them, even though there was nothing in her fingers.  I offered to help her take them, and she refused, again, seeming to be convinced that she was taking them.  After the interaction with which I started this post and the laughter that came with it, she was willing to allow me to put the pills in her mouth, a few at a time, give her water and feed her the yogurt.

She kept her eyes closed and would on occasion talk about things she thought she saw, seemingly unaware that her eyes were still closed.  Zandra, her bath aide, came to give her a much needed shower and wash her hair.  I usually wash it at least once between Zandra’s Wednesday and Monday visits.  Mary Ann had been in bed almost the entire time.  When she was up for the couple of hours three or four times in the last three days, I offered many times, but she declined having her hair washed.

Zandra reported a comment Mary Ann made as Zandra was getting her cleaned and dressed.  Mary Ann mentioned how tired she was and how much she was sleeping, and then she told Zandra it was the dementia.  That comment surprised me since I just did not expect that level of self-awareness.  I talk about our situation in front of Mary Ann, using language that matches what I understand to be so.  Trying to spare her by only talking about the facts in whispers away from her hearing seems to me to risk reinforcing mistrust and encouraging paranoia, which is one of the expected symptoms of this strain of dementia (Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, a Dementia with Lewy Bodies – different from Alzheimer’s Dementia).

Mary Ann has identified the probable cause of the daytime sleeping.  That is one of the symptoms of Lewy Body Dementia.  As the disease progresses, often the daytime sleeping increases.  I seem to recall William posting online that Cindy (he calls her Sweet Cindy) is sleeping about 21 of the 24 hours each day.

Mary Ann laid down for a nap right away after Zandra got her cleaned up and dressed.  After a while, one of her pill timers went off.  I always give her the one of two pills while she is lying down, lifting her head, and putting the straw to her mouth.  In the past it has always worked to do the pills that way.  This time, while she was alert enough to indicate that they were still in her mouth, she was not able to suck on the straw.  I had to sit her up completely and put the cup to her mouth to get the water in so that the pills would go down.  Struggling with pills, both this morning and during nap time, is a distressing development, hopefully, a temporary one.

Needless to say, I called and canceled the appointment with the Dentist.  She slept soundly through that entire time.  Trying to force her to get up when she is sleeping as she is now, is not much of an option.  She pretty much can’t be aroused, or if she is, she can’t track mentally, her head hangs down and she can’t get her balance or her feet to move.

I am not ready to accept that our new normal will include constant hallucinations and sleeping entire days at a time, but I do recognize that we will probably need to accept a new normal of some sort, one at a significantly lower level of functioning than about ten days ago.  It is what it is.  We will adapt and find ways to live meaningfully with what we have.

Accepting a new normal does not mean there is no longer any option for improvement.  While the long term trajectory of this disease is not good at all, the short term is very unpredictable.  Dramatic changes for the better can happen just as quickly as changes for the worse.

It is a little after 2:30pm and she is still sleeping.  She was able to take the last round of meds in our usual pattern, while lying down, with me holding up her head.  She managed to use the straw.

As I sat on the deck yesterday, I concluded that I would rather be sitting there with her lying in bed, than be sitting there without her lying there in bed.  If this continues, I don’t know how I will feel a week or a month or a year or an hour from now, but at the moment, there is nothing I want to be doing so much that I would prefer it to having her here with me to care for.  Those of you who have lost a spouse know the profound loneliness that comes.  With Mary Ann, even sleeping, here in the house, there is some loneliness, but not of the deep and painful sort.

I gave Mary Ann her last pill at about 5pm, and she finally got up.  I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person, but I managed to completely blank on an obvious reality.  She needed to have been awakened and taken to the bathroom.  Her pad was full to overflowing.  Zandra had put a daytime pad on, not realizing that she would end up in bed for most of the day.  Needless to say, the sheet and her jeans needed to be washed.  Since I put Chux (a plastic pad with absorbant paper on top) under the bottom sheet to protect the mattress pad, the clean up was not too bad.  At this point, I think we can put away the daytime pads unless things change for the better.

She is not eating much no matter what I offer, up to and including ice cream.  Her ability to walk has diminished dramatically.  She went to bed at about 8pm and has been restless off and on for a while.  It is now about 10:30pm, and for the moment she seems settled.  We will see how the night goes.

Addendum:  She just stirred and decided she wanted to get dressed.  She didn’t want to spend the day in her pajamas.  I explained that it is after 10:30pm, and it would be hard for me if she was up for the night and slept during the day. When I asked what she would do if she got up and dressed, she said she would read.  Finally, she decided she could watch television in the bedroom without getting dressed.  I assured her I would be heading to bed soon.  This may be a long night.

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Her head is hanging over the side of the transfer chair resting on the table next to it.  I suggested that she go to bed, but she insisted on staying there for another half hour.  That half hour will be up in a few minutes.  I wlll take a break and get her into bed in a moment.

After a restless beginning last night, sleep finally came and stuck around.  There were only a few commode trips after she finally settled.  She chose to sleep in until about 9:45am.  That rest seemed to help her alertness and responsiveness.  She has often put her head down on the table today.  I think the restless nights and early mornings have finally caught up with her.

I am heading off to get her to bed now.

She is in bed and already appears to be asleep.  It is too early to tell, but I certainly hope she sleeps well.  She needs the rest.

When the phone rang this morning it was the call I was expecting from the Cardiologist’s Nurse.  She had in hand the reports from the echocardiogram, the carotid sonogram and her blood work.

The call was another encounter with realities that are not visible.  Probably the most serious concern is the increase in the severity of her Pulmonary Hypertension.  That is the disease that took the lives of those who had taken the diet medication called Phen-Fen (sometimes designated in reverse, Fen-Phen).  Pulmonary Hypertension has been a part of the array of Mary Ann’s diseases for the last two to three years.  It is a funcion of the high blood pressure, which is, of course, raised by the Midodrine.  Any treatment would involve medications to reduce her blood pressure, bringing on the return and probably increasing the frequency of the fainting spells.

As last summer’s posts reveal, the fainting spells lower dramatically our ability to function.  Gratefully, both Mary Ann’s Cardiologist and her Neurologist understand the dilemma well and respect our decisions on how to proceed.

As I mentioned a number of posts back when reflecting on the report we had received on her blood work, her kidney function also has declined in the last six months.  She is now only one point away from Stage 4 (of 5 stages) of Chronic Kidney Disease.  A couple of years ago, her Nephrologist agreed that any treatment would lower her blood pressure, creating the same problem as the treatment for the Pulmonary Hypertension.

The Cardiologist’s Nurse said that the lesion in her left Carotid is still not past the 50% mark, which is the point at which the need for surgery comes into play.  She mentioned that there is a build up on her right side also.  I don’t remember whether that has been mentioned before.

The Nurse confirmed that there is leakage in more than one heart valve, including the Mitrovalve.  That regurgitation seems to have worsened some, but the language of the tests was not clear on that issue.  At our last appointment with the Cardiologist six months ago, the leakage was not bad enough for the surgery option to be up for consideration. There are also enlarged chambers in the heart, especially the left Atrium.  That problem has worsened.

All of the above has been factored into our consciousness at some point already in the past.  Hearing the results of the tests bring it all to the surface.  My questions always probe the rate of change.  This set of test results seem to indicate a more pronounced decline that in the past.

I plan to fax the Neurologist to probe further any treatment options for the fainting that might not raise the blood pressure.  At one point he mentioned an off label use of a drug called Mestinon.  The Cardiologist was unfamiliar with it and unwilling to prescribe it at that point.  I may try to get them to talk with one another about that or other options.  Getting doctors to talk with one another is not always an easy thing to accomplish.  They are both good doctors — maybe it can happen.

On the matter of the quality of life and the health of this Caregiver, the power of the Alien possession is now getting scary.  This is the Alien from planet Pedometer Prime who, as in the movie the Body Snatchers, is trying to change me into some sort of walking, exercising pawn.  This will frighten you.  Mary Ann and I made an afternoon run to the store for something.  Afterward, I offered to get some ice cream.  We went to Sheridan’s Frozen Custard for a what they call a concrete.  The one of choice is made with chocolate frozen custard with pecans mixed in.

Here is the terrifying development.  As we approached Sheridan’s, the Alien simply took possession and overpowered my will to eat ice cream.  Those of you who know me well (or have been following this blog) understand just how horrible this was.  I got Mary Ann a concrete as described.  Then the Alien took over the car and drove it to Cedarcrest where I walked the path while Mary Ann ate her treat.  It is a miracle we made it safely.  I certainly had no control over that car or, at the very least, we would have veered left at 17th and headed for Maggie Moo’s.

If that is not horrifying enough, the Alien had already forced me out to walk in the neighborhood early (for me) this morning while Mary Ann slept.  Keep alert, you never know when one of those Aliens will try to take you over too!!

By the way, Mary Ann actually said she liked what I made for supper tonight.  There were a couple of pork chops in the fridge recently thawed and needing to be cooked.  We had some red potatoes, onions and fresh broccoli in the there also.  I cut up the potatoes and veggies and put them on a foil covered cooking sheet (I hate cleaning pans).  We had some Hendrickson’s dressing and marinade that we have used in the past and liked.  I tossed the veggies in it.  Then to make the food preparation easier, I put the pork chops in a baking dish and covered them with the same marinade.  Both dishes went in the oven (375) for almost an hour.  I really liked the meal, but then I like everything.  Mary Ann only ate the meat, but volunteered at one point that it was good.  There is such a feeling of victory when something has passed muster with those finicky taste buds!

Just in case the Alien attacks again in the morning, I had better settle in for the night and get some rest.

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