May 25, 2010

Down, But Not Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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May 25, 2010

Been Dumped!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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May 22, 2010

Perfect Storm Damages Resolve

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Can it get tougher?  Apparently so.  Those who read this regularly must be getting awfully tired of hearing about the list of problems Mary Ann is dealing with and my complaining about their impact on me.  I debated even about writing a post today. It was ugly and messy.  My reaction was noisy and complaining.  There was absolutely nothing entertaining about today’s perfect storm of problems converging at one time. There is no resolution in sight.

Each of the elements of this perfect storm by itself is enough for Mary Ann and me to deal with.  I will describe again the ones relevant to this meteorological marvel.

One element:  Mary Ann has had Parkinson’s Disease for more than 23 years.  The medication of choice for Parkinson’s is a form of L-dopa.  The brand name is Sinamet.  That is the only effective medication for providing mobility.  Without it, Mary Ann stiffens and becomes rigid from head to toe.  After years of taking Sinamet, a side effect is wavy involuntary movements of body, arms and legs (as seen when Michael J. Fox is in the public eye).  Those movements are called dyskinesias.  The result is legs twisting together, body shifting one way and another, arms moving this way and that.

Another element:  People with Parkinson’s Disease develop problems with the functioning of the Autonomic Nervous System [ANS), the part of the brain that runs a whole list of activities in our bodies, activities that happen without conscious intervention.  In a small percentage of those with Parkinson’s, the ANS’s ability to quickly constrict blood vessels when they stand up keeping their blood pressure high enough to make sure that the brain gets enough oxygen no longer remains consistently able to do so.  That means the person affected gets dizzy at best and loses consciousness at worst.  Mary Ann has won the unfortunate privilege of having a severe and erratic version of that problem.

Another element:  Again, only a moderate percentage of those with Parkinson’s Disease develop Parkinson’s Disease Dementia.  There seems not to be a clear and consistent assessment of the percent of folks who move on to the dementia. This form of dementia is a form of Dementia with Lewy Bodies.  While there is no good dementia, it is a particularly insidious form of dementia.  More than memory issues, it is about visual hallucinations, delusions of all sorts, and vivid dreams that cease to be differentiated from reality.  There are few available in the way of medications that control the symptoms.  Most that might do so ultimately make the symptoms worse.

Another element:  One of the problems that comes with Parkinson’s is bladder activity.  There is the need for many trips to the bathroom day and night.  Because of the movement problems that come with Parkinson’s, help is needed when using the bathroom or bedside commode.  Another of the problems that come with Parkinson’s is sleep issues, the ability to get to sleep, stay asleep, disturbing dreams that interrupt sleep.  Another problem is that those with dementia often hallucinate most at night.  The combination of those problems is that those with Parkinson’s and those who care for them often have sleepless nights.

Another element:  One of the central non-motor problems with those suffering from Parkinson’s is constipation, intestinal issues.  The ANS not only runs the smooth muscles around the arteries, but the smooth muscles that move food and waste through the alimentary canal.  Those muscles slow reducing the natural ability of the intestines and colon to move things along.  Miralax and Senna are the tools of choice needed for Mary Ann to keep her insides running.  The result is not always orderly when finally there is activity.

Now to the Perfect Storm.  We have had two sleepless nights in a row, hallucinating has gone wild, morning, noon and night.  Just as we headed into the bathroom, the dyskinetic movements kicked in with a vengeance.  Then came the horrifying last element of the perfect storm.  There was soft and nasty matter that ended up spread on her back side and legs from her waste (on shirt) to her ankles.  My job was to clean her while she was popping up (the dementia – no matter how many times or how loudly I asked her to stay seated), fainting again and again, legs twisting and crossing and rubbing against one another when sitting or standing (with me using all the strength I could muster against her leg muscles to keep them apart), again, while trying to clean her up. There was another bout later in the day — not as bad, but not too far from it.

The hallucinations are still continuing tonight.  She has been hallucinating all day.  A short time ago I had two trips into the bedroom trying to convince her that it is time to go to bed, not get up.  Four minutes after the second trip in, finally convincing her that it is dark out, time to be in bed, she got up trying to get ready to go to church.  Last night once I woke to her sitting on the side of the bed yelling “help” and when I sat next to her she said someone was going to rape her.  This morning she woke me as she was sitting on the side of the bed crying, describing her beating at the hands of a policewoman who kept pounding on her.  I am afraid that the images from all those Law and Order episodes are folding into her hallucinations. I have been in at least a dozen times in the last hour or so.

Even though we had difficult nights, the the last two nights, this morning I managed to sleep while she napped for a couple of hours.  The perfect storm came right after that nap.  I was completely exhausted physically and mentally after the major bathroom battle.  Everything hurts, muscles, gut and mind.

These events are hacking at my resolve, my commitment to see this through to the end here at the house.  I am disappointed in my own seeming inability to handle this, but more horrified at the thought of not keeping my commitment to caring for Mary Ann at home.  I don’t want her not to be here, so that resolve is not just for her sake.

I wrote a bit on my dilemma in an email to the online Lewy Body Dementia Spouses’ group (many of whom have had much more difficult situations than mine).  One response was simply this little poetic piece:

who knows who knows
what do you do
when you break your commitment
or it breaks you

For now, I am taking some small comfort that while what happened this morning took me far past my ability to cope, I still did it.  I had to.  I am still alive, in some more pain than I care to have, but alive.  …and, for that matter, so is Mary Ann, alive and clean — still hallucinating in a steady stream.  I doubt there will be much sleep in this house tonight.

One reminder to those who wonder that you don’t hear from me (a retired pastor) glowing words about my faith life making this task easier to endure. Nowhere does there come any promise that life will be easy, that we will feel less pain, experience less frustration, because of our trust in our Maker and the One who healed our relationship with that Maker and the One who inspires us with His Power.  My faith is not weakened by my human weakness.  Instead, the One who does the healing retains the power.  I am all the more grateful that the healed relationship does not depend on my strength, but His.  His strength, my weakness.  That is the heart of the message of the Cross.

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May 17, 2010

Tough Night and Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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May 13, 2010

Rollercoaster Ride is Stuck at Bottom of Dip

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There seems to be no end in sight to the constant hallucinating.  It continued last night until about 3:30am or so, and fired up again some time in the 6am to 7am range.  When she is awake, she demands constant attention since the her mind is driving her this way and that.  She is anxious to tell Daughter Lisa about the girls bringing a wagon from the downstairs to help her when she fell.  Mary Ann even described the worried look on Ashlyn’s face.  They are still at their home ten hours away in Louisville, Kentucky.

As usual, gratefully, she did lay her head on the table and settle there after getting dressed, breakfast and pills — hallucinating all the while.  The position she was in looked so uncomfortable.  After a time she decided that she did want to go in and lie down.

During her rest time, I finished moving all the firniture out of the way for today’s carpet cleaning.  I also managed to get hold of the Neurologist’s office.  The call was a little frustrating since the Nurse saw that we had not followed one of the Doctor’s suggestions in the chart from our last visit.  She was not aware that in that visit, the Doctor indicated that the suggestion to get a Psychiatric Evaluation of Mary Ann, was only an option if we were not satisfied with Dr. Pahwa’s choice of medications.  Since I am very aware that Dr. Pahwa is one of the best Parkinson’s Specialists around, I opted not to try to find someone less knowledgable in the area to suggest other drugs.  The other meds for hallucinations are more dangerous and less effective for the kind of dementia Mary Ann has.  Dr. Pahwa confirmed that he was only making the suggestion to provide a sort of second opinion.

The Nurse seemed quite frustrated that I had not done what the chart indicated had been one of the suggestion for us.  The chart listed the suggestions, but not the result of our conversation at the appointment.  She did agree to talk to the Neurologist.  Since we were away from the house on account of the carpet cleaning, I missed the return call.  Somehow I also missed the call on my cell phone.

I got Mary Ann up to get in the car and head out when the carpet cleaner came.  We met former parishioner Jay for lunch at McFarland’s Restaurant, where Mary Ann feels especially secure — and the food is good.  There are lots of folks our age and older who frequent the Restaurant.

We had a great conversation.  Mary Ann was really struggling to stay alert and functional.  Even with my help she wasn’t able to eat very much.  We sure seem to have lost a lot of ground.  It continues to appear that it is not a temporary decline, but a new location on the ride.

After lunch, we tried to go home since Mary Ann was so tired.  The carpet was still too wet for us to go into the house.  We went over to the church from which I retired to use the bathroom, since I thought it would be quiet enough that I could take her into the women’s rest room without fear of interruption.

Then I broke down and took her for ice cream to Baskin & Robbins.  It was uncomfortable, but I will get over that.  The ice cream was good.

The next stop did not go well.  I drove to the grocery store.  We went in and gathered a number of items.  When we were about two thirds of the way done with our list, Mary Ann said she had to go to the bathroom for serious business.  They have no family bathrooms, but very active Men’s and Women’s rooms.  Since it was major business, I could not just ask someone to take her in.

It would have taken too long to try to check out with what we had before leaving to go home and use our well-equpped bathroom.  I took the cart to the Service Desk, told someone there that I would be back for it, and we high-tailed it home.  Things went fine there, but afterward, Mary Ann had to lie down and nap.  There was no way I could get her back to the store.  With the potential for bathroom needs and a store because of construction almost fifteen minutes away, I could not leave her there while I drove back, got the rest of our items, checked out and drove home.

In our world, nothing is easy.  Volunteer Coordinator Mary came to our rescue.  She has helped with groceries before and offered to help whenever she could.  I called her and asked her for help.  She immediately offered to pick up the groceries, stopping by the house to get the coupons and the rest of the list.  She quickly called back to offer to stay with Mary Ann while I went back and finished shopping if that would work better for me.  That is the option I chose.  It turned what had felt very frustrating and distressing into a few moments away to in a relaxed way get the task completed. At the store they had been thoughtful enough to put in a cooler the items in the cart that needed to be refrigerated.

When I returned, I thought Mary Ann would still be sleeping, and just need to be changed for bed to complete the night.  She wanted to get up for a while.  She needed something to eat.  All through the time she she was up and then eating she was lacing her reality into the reality visible to me.  Since going to bed, she has been hallucinating some.  There is not clear evidence yet as to whether this will be a night of sleep or of multiple interruptions by the hallucination/delusions and dreams mixed with reality.

One thing is certain.  I need to get to bed soon so that I at lease have a chance of getting some sleep.

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May 13, 2010

Half a Night is Better than None

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She finally stopped sitting up with a new hallucination/delusion/dream filling her reality some time before 3am.  This was my 6:30am morning to arise and get ready for the 7:30am Spiritual Formation group, so I didn’t gain a full half-night’s sleep. It still helped some.  The Group conversation is always very helpful in the matter of maintaining some sort of equilibrium (a hard thing to come by lately).

Mary Ann slept through until Bath Aide Zandra came to do her morning prep.  That allowed me the full time in the group conversation without needing to leave to do a support task for Mary Ann.

By the time Zandra left, Landcaper Sheila and a helper came to so some major work around the street side, as well as the entrance area at the side of the house continuing to the back deck.  She is constructing it to provide a rich palette of color and texture with an eye toward winter scape elements.  Since we are not in a position to get out much, we are bringing a stimulating environment into view from every window of the house.  There are plants that will invite butterflies and hummingbirds in the mix, many that bloom all season long, some that mark the movement of the seasons, some that strengthen the sense of seclusion in the waterfall area.

Having something very engaging drawing attention that used different psychic muscles from those tapped in the caregiving tasks seemed to help.  Mary Ann was not experiencing the same level of intensity in that has made the last couple of days so difficult, and she rested in her chair without hopping up as much as has been the recent pattern.  I was able to go out and check on the project, enjoying the prospect of seeing all the flowers blooming in months to come.

Mary Ann rode with me to get Glory Days Pizza slices for lunch.  Just before Volunteer Coordinator Mary came to stay with Mary Ann for two and a half hours, she lay down for a nap.  While Mary was at the house, I was able to spend time over a cup of coffee with friend and former parishioner John in conversation.  It was helpful just to have the time away, as well as having a listening ear to bend.  John does a good job of listening, and giving appropriate feedback without presuming to be able to fix the situation.

While I was gone, Mary made that rhubarb pie that Mary Ann and I both love very much (mentioned in an earlier post).  It was great to enjoy a piece of that pie after a supper of Lasagna from the freezer that Daughter Lisa had prepared one of the last times she visited, along with fresh asparagus from the country market. Mary brought a beef, potatoes and veggie dinner that we can heat up tomorrow.

Sometime in midday, we received a reminder phone call that our annual carpet cleaning is tomorrow.  We had gotten a reminder post card a week ago, so it should have been no surprise.  Since my mind has been so dominated by the escalating frustration of reaching and passing for a time the ability to handle the intensity of Mary Ann’s needs, it just didn’t register that I needed to get the furniture out of the house, and figure out where to go while the carpets are cleaned and then given time to dry.  In fact I had accepted the offer of a very caring former parishioner who has treated us with great respect, to bring us coffee tomorrow afternoon for a visit.

Gratefully, Jay was willing to meet us for lunch at McFarland’s Restaurant, a place where Mary Ann feels very comfortable.  That alternative also provided a place to be during the carpet cleaning.  We still need to figure out where to go for a while as they dry.  The issue is always finding an accessible place with a bathroom situation that allows me to help Mary Ann.

While I am certainly not at my best at the moment in terms of stamina, I was able this evening to get much of the furniture moved out of the way (downstairs or into the garage).  I am hoping that the one who comes to clean will be willing to help move a table a few feet off the carpet and into the sun room area.

There has been no progress today on contacting the Neurologist about the possibility of increasing dosage of the medication that is supposed to reduce hallucinations (while unfortunately increasing the daytime sleeping and the vulnerability to fainting spells).  The day was active enough that I just didn’t get it done.  I have not yet received a report from the Hospice Social Worker about the possibility of some paid help to cover a morning or two in the week.  Those two things are important since they offer the possibility of actually making a difference in our situation.

I hesitate to say it for fear things will change any minute, but so far tonight, Mary Ann has just had a few needs for turning in bed and using the commode.  She has been in bed for about two and a half hours.  It has been storming loudly off and on for most of that time.  The storms are expected to last almost until morning.  Right now they are noisy but not dangerous. They don’t seem to be bothering her.

As I finished that last paragraph, she started moving.  When I went in, she wanted to get up and go home.  Then I offered her a snack, since she had eaten very little for supper other than the pie.  As I fed her she moved into a very odd sort of mode that made it very difficult to feed her.  She was bouncing as if she was starting to get up.  She did that a couple of times when I had the spoon at her mouth.  At a couple of points it seemed as if she was partially fainting.  After I finally got the last of the applesauce into her mouth, she started bouncing as if trying to get up.  When I asked what she was going to do she didn’t know. I laid her back down and she began talking about everyone getting up and leaving.

Clearly, I spoke too soon.  Judging from her current state of mind, it is reasonable to expect another difficult night.  It is just not getting any better.  I keep thinking we will make it through this round of hallucinating and have a couple of days of sleep with minimal hallucinating interspersed with lucidity.  She is moving back into a pretty intense mode of hallucinations and delusions.  I just hope I can keep her in bed as much as possible, again hoping and praying that she will just fall asleep for the rest of the night.  It is now about 12:15am.

I had better finish this and get bed on the outside chance that there will be some sleeping fitted in before morning.

 

May 11, 2010

She Never Wore Out! The Whole Night!

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I suppose last night ranks as one of the worst nights we have had.  Mary Ann kept sitting up and responding to hallucinations and delusions and dreams that were her reality at the moment when she sat up.  Each time it was brand new and  real to her.  She seemed to have no awareness that five or ten minutes before there had been a completely different reality to which she was responding.

It just never stopped.  When I saw 3am come around, I hoped that then she might finally let go and sleep, as has happened in the past.  It just never stopped.  I suppose on occasion I slept as long as fifteen minutes when there was that much time between new encounters with her world.

Finally, not long after 6am, I simply could no longer convince her to stay in bed.  I gave up trying.  I turned off the alarm that was set for 7:45am to get her ready for her Bible Study and tried to figure out how to get her to stay secure while I showered.  I knew she wouldn’t stay put in her chair, but I got all her basic needs met, the television going, water nearby and just took the shower.

She was, of course on the floor when I came out.  I checked to see if she was hurt.  She was not.  I put a pillow under her head and let her stay there while I finished.  That way I knew she would be safe and secure.  She said she was comfortable.

Then I got her dressed and fed and ready to go to her Tuesday morning group.  Since she got up so early, she was ready about an hour early.  She continued to hallucinate, but finally lay her head on the little table in front of her chair.  It is hard to describe the sense of relief that came with Mary Ann dozing and ceasing being driven by hallucinations and delusions and living dreams., constantly demanding my full attention.  I was able to get my own breakfast, the wash started, clean the commode, make beds and get things in the van so that I could awaken her and get her to her group on time.

I have admitted before, and I do so again, that this expression of the Parkinson’s Disease Dementia puts me in direct contact with the outer limits of my capacity to endure this Caregiving role here at home.  I am disappointed that I can’t handle it with grace and endurance.  Actually, this expression of Mary Ann’s disease puts me in contact with those outer limits from the other side of my capacity to cope.

There was a last minute bathroom trip, but we did make it to her Bible Study group. She apparently rested some but did all right at the group meeting.

After the meeting we stopped to pick up her favorite steak soup and lemon meringue pie.  I wasn’t sure she would be able to eat, since she had her head down and seemed to be dozing all the while we were in the van.  I did feed her some of the soup and pie.

As soon as that was done we had to get to appointments I had made for us with the Optometrist.  Considering the Hospice trajectory and the fact that a recent visit to an Ophthalmologist (M.D. eye doctor) had revealed that her vision problems are neurological, not mechanical, I wondered about how appropriate it was for Mary Ann to get new glasses.  I decided to ask her if she wanted the appointment so that future possibilities did not determine present action.  Whatever she wanted to do was fine with me.  When we got there, she was just too tired to keep her eyes open for an exam.  She slept with her head on her lap in the waiting room, while my eyes were examined.

My prescription had changed quite a bit in the five years since I last bought glasses.  The cataracts are just in the beginning stages.  My Dad had glaucoma, so I was interested that the eye pressure had increased — not enough to be certain it is a problem.  There was one unsettling observation.  One eye has a hint of the possibility of Macular Degeneration beginning.  I know too many who suffer much from that mostly untreatable condition to look forward to that potentiality.

We got home just in time for Hospice Nurse Emily’s weekly visit.  For her records and my need to share, I describe the last couple of days and admitted that I need help.  I asked her to help me come up with alternatives.  She said that she would call Hospice Social Worker Kristen, since she is the one with the resource information.  Emily took Mary Ann’s vitals, blood pressure at 200/108 — relevant information when considering whether to resume the medication that raises BP to help reduce the fainting spells (see yesterday’s post on our dilemma in that regard).

While Nurse Emily was taking Mary Ann’s vitals, the phone rang.  It was Hospice Social Worker Kristen asking if she could come over to do her monthly visit.  Emily had not yet phoned her.  Interesting timing.

Shortly after Emily left, Kristin arrived.  She got the full and detailed description of the last two days and our medication dilemma.  I was, of course, doing my usual opening of the verbal safety valve by which I survive.  I told her that I planned to phone the Neurologist to see whether he recommends increasing the Seroquel.  I can handle the sleeping (of which she does too much) but I cannot handle the streaming hallucinations for very long, especially when they remove the option of sleep.  The Seroquel’s purpose is to help diminish hallucinations, but it increases the sleep time.  Again, it is a matter of survival.

For her part, Kristen said she would check with a team of four who do some private pay help for other Hospice clients.  The cost per hour is significantly less than the Agency help we now use sometimes.  Because of the unpredictability of the night time needs, we talked about the possibility of one or two mornings a week on a regular basis.  I could use the time to sleep, if that is what is needed, or just get away.  Adding that to the wonderful gift of Volunteers from church who fill slots of time when they are available to do so, might help bring this task back into my range of ability to handle it.

Even at the lower rate, the cost will be challenging.  After the last couple of days, it doesn’t seem to be an option to try to continue without more help.  This evening already, Mary Ann has been hallucinating, requiring trips to the bedroom to explain again and again that it is not morning but evening, it is Tuesday, not Wednesday, there are no painters here.  As I said in last night’s post, I say again tonight, I hope at some point she wears down and goes to sleep for the rest of the night.  She may have napped enough today to gain a second wind.  I have not napped and have no second wind, or, for that matter, any of the first wind left.

It helped to talk with the Hospice folks this afternoon, as well as some of the church Staff this morning after I took Mary Ann to her group.  One thing has become apparent to me.  I do a lot of talking and blogging and meditating and celebrating the natural beauty that is now in view at our house.  Those things help me process what is going on, keep things in perspective, vent some of my feelings.  All of that is very good.  It does not, however change the harsh realities of the difficulty of this task.  None of those tools magically creates super human powers that allow me to handle whatever comes.  I am still a painfully ordinary someone, far too selfish, irritable, whining way too much, with limited stamina and strength.  It is time to figure out a way to get more help.  I am still committed to doing this here at our home.

For now, it continues to appear that tonight will be a repeat of last night.

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May 11, 2010

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

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Almost every moment Mary Ann was awake today, I was never sure who she was seeing or where she thought we were.  She talked to people, the little girl, her Mother.  She whispered to me that there was some woman standing “right there” inside the van when I was trying to give her some medicine.  In the car after coming out of Perkin’s Restaurant, she asked why “he” gave directions to Laramie (Wyoming, the state in which her estranged brother lives).

That is the rock.  The hard place includes two things.  One is that she has continued to faint often.  There are times during the day when it seems more likely, but it can happen any time.  They often result in a subsequent nap.  That is the second thing of the two things in the hard place.  She has slept during much of the day many days.

The medication of choice to control hallucinations is Seroquel.  The most prominent side effect is that it causes drowsiness and can result in lots of sleeping, day or night.  Another concern the Neurologist mentioned is that Seroquel increases the vulnerability to fainting due to low blood pressure (orthostatic hypotension).  By increasing the dosage of Seroquel, the other problems worsen.   If we reduce the Seroquel, the hallucinations would be likely to increase.

As I have mentioned many times before, the medicine that is used to keep blood pressure up, reducing the fainting keeps her blood pressure at a dangerously high level.  Today in the Dermatologist’s office her BP was 208/93.  That is without taking the med to raise her BP so that she faints less often.

We turn one way and face up against the rock.  When we turn the other way, we face up against the hard place. It is a difficult spot in which to remain for very long without beginning to tire of it.

Because of the unique character of Parkinson’s Disease Dementia/Lewy Body Dementia, there is a sensitivity to sedative type medications that precludes the use of any but a very few.  The choices are very limited.  The problem with trying other meds for hallucinations to see if they will work is that the sensitivity of LBD and PDD results in losses that cannot be regained.  We can’t just try things for a while.  Mary Ann is now on the medications that are most recommended for treating the problems caused by PDD/LBD.

This spot between a rock and a hard place seems to be the place we will be living for the indefinite future.  We choose to live in an intentional state of denial, but it is not easy to maintain it.  While I always hope that the latest sign of decline is transitory and better times will return, it is beginning to seem that the better times are long gone.  The Neurologist of someone in the online LBD spouses group told her that some time her husband would have one of his fainting spells and just not come back. Sometimes having a support system that includes lots of information about the disease one is dealing with includes too much information.  Some things are better not to know.

I have rushed to the bedroom a dozen or two times as I have been writing the last few paragraphs.  Mary Ann is hallucinating and pretty adversarial and angry that I don’t respond appropriately to things that simply make sense to me or have no corporeal existence outside of Mary Ann’s mind.  I can only wait until, hopefully, she just wears out and goes to sleep.  She has been in and out of fainting most of the times I have gone to the bedroom to get her back into bed.  In fact she has been vocalizing some while fainting, sometimes acting in a belligerent way while in that state.

This morning I knew problems were beginning.  She was up a number of times very early, and when she could no longer stay in bed, she had that intensity that signals the beginning of the streaming hallucinations.  There was some fainting early on, but Bath Aide Zandra didn’t have problems with her.  After Zandra left, I got her breakfast and pills.  She sat in her chair for a while in pop up mode, but soon put her head down.  Finally, she wanted to lie down.

After lying down, I got her up to go to the Dermatologist appointment she has been asking about for a couple of weeks, often thinking it was the day of the appointment. She was concerned about some bumps she felt on her head.  There were no problems discovered.  The nurse asked Mary Ann what she was doing at one point.  Mary Ann said she was separating her fingers.  It was the thread or gold chain hallucination.

I just headed back to the bedroom again.  She asked if they served breakfast and lunch.  I confirmed that she thought it was a motel.  I tried to convince her that she was in her bedroom.  She responded angrily that I kept moving her from house to house.  I asked if she wanted some applesauce.  She said yes.  Then while I was getting it, she got up, walked around the end of the bed to the area between the beds and fell.  She did not hurt herself, but that spot is one from which it is almost impossible to extricate her.  The only alternative was to lift her straight up and on to the bed.  My back reminded me just how risky that move is.  That  area between the beds is too small to get the lift in and manage to put the sling around her.

I got her around to the side of the bed and started feeding her the applesauce.  She fainted, completely falling into me since I was sitting next to her.  Even when finally she was awake and ready to eat again, I had to hold her up and try to keep her hand away from her mouth so that I could get the applesauce in.  Sometimes when I am feeding her, she moves her hand to her mouth as if she is feeding herself.  I have to try to figure out how to get the food around her hand and into her mouth.  She gets irritated when I push her hand out of the way to get to her mouth.

I finally got her back into bed.  I am sure she will be up again soon.  Needless to say, this has not been one of our better days!  Here we go again — again demanding lifting and shifting and adjusting her in bed. Each time I have gone to help her there has been the same need for the physically demanding help.  This is another one of those times I am wondering how long I will last.

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May 9, 2010

Quiet Mother’s Day — A Bit Pensive

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Mary Ann slept reasonably well after settling last night.  She got up and had breakfast, but afterward opted to remain in her pajamas.  After a time, she just started fainting in her chair.  We managed a trip to the bathroom once, but the second time she fainted in the transfer chair before I could get her on the stool.  She just needed to get back in bed.

While she slept, I did a bunch of simple household chores.  It struck me how much effort is necessary just to do the most basic tasks to maintain a household. That is hardly news to anyone who has had responsibility for those basic tasks.  Having grown up in a household in which Dad did outside stuff and Mom did inside stuff, it has taken a while for me to catch on.

I did manage some time watching the large screen nature show at the back of the house.  I need to correct the pronouns in my last post.  That Oriole is “she” not “he.”  I should have known since she was more yellow than I expected of a Baltimore Oriole.  Mr. Oriole appeared at the waterfall this morning.  He has not ventured to the jelly yet, at least when I have been watching.  Mrs. Oriole has spent a number of times there today.

Mary Ann got up in the early to mid-afternoon.  Given the choice of waiting an hour for me to make a bigger meal or having a sandwich then, she opted for ice cream. You will note that ice cream was not one of the options I suggested.  We both had some ice cream.  I put the baked potatoes in the oven, and after about an hour, I George Foremanned a couple of pieces of sirloin from Omaha Steaks I had marinating in the fridge and steamed a bunch of Asparagus. By the way, I absolutely HATE cleaning the George Foreman Grill!

After eating, Mary Ann watched some television.  Daughter Lisa phoned to wish Mary Ann a happy Mother’s Day and report that some items produced by our Granddaughters would be coming later.  Since we had eaten so late, it was not long before it was time to go to the Evening Service at church.  Mary Ann had forgotten that it was Sunday.  I got changed and we headed over to the Service.

Shortly after we got back, Mary Ann was ready to go to bed.  It is a very cool and gray evening.  I have stepped outside a few times just to take it in.  I prefer the days when Mary Ann is subdued and sleeps a lot to the ones when she is so intense and streaming hallucinations, delusions and dreams confused with reality.  At the same time, on occasion when she is sleeping, there are pensive moments during which I get a glimpse of what it might feel like to be alone.  There are lots and lots of people who have faced that challenge before me.  As any will testify, that there are others does not lessen the impact when it is you.

I choose not to remain long in the pensive times.  We live in a state of intentional denial.  We have enough to deal with in the present.  We will deal with future possibilities when they become the present.  For now, we have each other.  That is our reality.  It is enough.

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May 7, 2010

Judge says: “Time Served”

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Many more nights like last night, and on Judgment Day, the Judge will just say to both Mary Ann and me, “Time Served” and send us right on through the pearly gates. (Don’t worry, I recognize that does not reflect Lutheran Theology.)

My point:  It was not a good night last night.  It continued as it began.  That description is in last night’s post. Mary Ann was actively hallucinating and mixing bizarre dreams with hallucinations until 5am.  Then she settled for two hours, and at 7am was up and at it again.  This mornign she announced that she hated the place she slept last night.

I think it was after I had gotten her breakfast and pills, at this point I am not sure exactly when it happened.  She insisted on getting shoes on.  I put on some moccasins, thinking her feet were just cold.  Then she wanted her coat on.  She often sits with her jacket on when the house is cool and she has just gotten up.  This sounded different.  I asked where she was going.  She said she (we) were going out to the car and to the movies.  I reminded her that she was still in her pajama’s and that Hospice Aide Sonya would be coming in an hour and a half.  I didn’t think to mention that the theaters were not open in the morning anyway.  She was not happy with me for frustrating her plans. Moments later, as I moved her into her spot in the living room, in a matter of fact way, she asked the little girl if she wanted to go with us to the movie.  I am guessing that the little girl was Granddaughter Ashlyn, since she often sees her and talks to her.

There is no way I can even begin to describe the various living dreams she had last night. For one thing, I don’t remember them.  Most of the time, they just don’t connect with anything that makes enough sense to me to hang on to the memory.  Secondly, there were too many of them, each unrelated to the last, as they came every few minutes.  Some times there would be a repeat, for example, one of the first things she said this morning was, did I know we were broken into last night?  (See last night’s post.)  At 4am she asked for a Nitro pill to deal with the pain that the two earlier Tums had not eliminated.  The Nitro pill relieved the pain.  I suspect it was still esophagus pain.  If I understand correctly, on occasion Nitro pills have been used to quiet reflux spasms.

Yes, I would term last night, a night from Hell.  It is hard to imagine how frightening it must be for Mary Ann to find herself in distressing circumstances for so many hours with no sense of what time it is or where she is.  It is, of course, terribly difficult to go through as a Caregiver, helpless to say or do anything to make a difference, or provide any comfort.  I remind her endlessly that she is safe in her own bed and there are no people other than the two of us here.  That never sinks in for long.

It was good today for Mary Ann to have the reality of a morning regimen with Sonya.  Then friend Jeanne came over at 11am to be with Mary Ann again for a few hours.  Volunteer Scheduler, Mary also came over and ended up staying the whole time with Jeanne and Mary Ann.

I spent time away from the house doing errands.  I had enough to keep me busy until mid-afternoon, when I brought home Blizzards for everyone from Dairy Queen.

As far as I know, Mary Ann dozed with her head down on her little table most of the time I was gone, plus some time napping in bed.  She did get up to eat lunch.  After Jeanne and Mary left, Mary Ann dozed with her head on the table, and then wanted to lie down.  She has had no supper.  She just got up long enough to have a little single serving tapioca, and then she changed into pajamas, took her pills and is now in bed.

She has been up once to use the commode.  Since she slept so much today, we might have another difficult night tonight.  I did not get any napping in today, so I certainly hope that she sleeps tonight.

Even though it is chilly tonight (heading for the upper 30’s by morning), I sat on the deck for about an hour.  I put a coat on and brought out an afghan to put over my legs so that I would be comfortable.  A little more devotional reading and some time just tuning in to the setting and the moment, helped settle my spirit.  This is not getting any easier on either of us.

…she just got up asking me to put the things away in the baby blanket.  Indications are that we may have another night like last night.  My hopes for a restful night are not likely to be realized.

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