April 9, 2010

Beautiful Mary Ann!

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Even at our age and in a wheel chair, Mary Ann is pretty.  Looking at those pictures of Mary Ann from the time before we started dating and pictures of her in our dating years and early marriage, I was reminded just how pretty she has been all her life.  No wonder I fell in love with her.  I am not so shallow as to have only looked at the surface.  Her personality has always been intriguing, exciting, unpredictable, entertaining and complex.  There has never been any pretense about who she is.

One of the things that jumped out in the pictures from earlier years was her bright smile.  That is one of the things that Parkinson’s steals from those whose lives it impacts.  Facial expressiveness diminishes.  Those pictures were poignant reminders of just how expressive and beautiful that face has been.  They also confirm and reinforce the image that still comes through when I see her.  It is a good thing when people grow old together.  These old bodies still contain young people.  When we grow old together, we can see past the old bodies to the young people living inside.

Mary Ann revealed that she was excited to have the chance to reconnect with her family.  It meant so much to her.  She has felt very disconnected after losing her Dad two weeks after we were married and two brothers, both when they reached the age of 51.  Her Mother has also been gone for many years.

The old pictures and conversation gave our two children a chance to discover more fully the family with which they have had little contact.  Their Cousin Diana and her Daughter Rachel provided through their presence and their stories about family a window into the other half of the gene pool from which our Children have emerged.

Mary Ann soaked it all in and responded as she could.  The night before last had been a tough one with multiple times up.  She crashed during lunch.  She could not hold her head up any longer as I tried to help her eat.  Finally, she gave in and decided to lie down.  After a long nap, she was able to interact and enjoy Diana, Rachel and our Children as they talked about and asked questions about the past.

Last night, Mary Ann went to bed and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.  This morning, she was in exactly the position she was in when she fell asleep last night.  She had not moved a muscle, nor had she gotten up during the night to use the commode.

Our Daughter, Lisa, along with Husband, Denis, and the girls, Abigail and Ashlyn left for home early this morning.  Diana and Rachel were able to spend the day with us.  It was a good day, a little less intense and more relaxing.  We just spent the day getting to know each other better.

I had thought about giving them a quick tour of the area.  Mary Ann reminded me of the Tulip Festival at some spectacularly beautiful gardens at the edge of a lake on the other side of town.  The flowers provided clusters of vibrant colors, one after another, some more formal and symmetrical, others very natural with an asymmetry that was pleasing to the eye.  The weather was perfect, sunny, cool and clear.  The lake was sparkling and serene at the same time,  The gardens are filled with ponds and streams and waterfalls.

We moved on to travel west into the Flint Hills.  It would have been a crime to come this far and not see those rolling hills, prairie as it was hundreds of years ago.  Some areas were green with fresh grass growing.  During April comes the burn.  All the random seeds brought in by wind and wildlife germinate during the growing season and threaten to overpower the natural prairie grasses. In past centuries, buffalo fed on the grass until there was nothing left above ground. Roots extending fifteen to eighteen feet would assure that the native grasses returned the next spring.

On account of the decimated buffalo population, burning the foreign growth returns the hills to their pristine past.  Through the ashes soon burst the Big Bluestem, Little Bluestem and Indian Grass.  There is nothing like the contrast of that bright green emerging through the black ash cover.

The tour of the Flint Hills was a treat for me, and seemed to be so for Diana and Rachel.  We found our way to a little town called Paxico.  There is no grocery or gas station there, at least that I have found.  The buildings contain lots of old things for sale, ranging from flea market fare to expensive antiques. It is not a contrived and artificial imitation of an old town just for tourist consumption.  It is the real deal.  There is an outlet there for the pottery made by the Potter who turned the dishes and bowl that Mary Ann uses.  We have other pieces, bowls and cups and pitchers.  The name is Jepson Pottery.  His studio is in Harveyville, Kansas.

Mary Ann was ready for ice cream when we left Paxico.  We had leftover Grasshopper and Mud pies from Baskin and Robbins for supper.  Mary Ann is in bed and, after a snack and some Tums, she seems to be sleeping.  Tomorrow is likely to be a recoup day.  Hopefully, she will have another restful night tonight.

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April 6, 2010

Sort and Purge

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Then comes: Assign a home, Containerize, and Equalize.  You now have the secret formula for making SPACE in which to live without succumbing to the clutter.  Easier said than done!!!

As Mary Ann and I looked at the symbols of our life as individuals and together, the sorting and purging has had implications beyond the things themselves.  While Mary Ann has been better at letting go of things than have I, I have inferred from a couple of reactions that she struggles with so much of her life being out of her control.  She has to get me to do for her much of which she has always done for herself.  She has an independent streak a mile wide.  It has to frustrate her to no end to have to depend on someone else, someone who gets grumpy and complains far too often.

To have things thrust in front of her with the question, “keep or give away,” can’t have been very easy, especially with an impaired Executive Function (reasoning things out rationally) due to the Parkinson’s Disease Dementia.  We wore her out.  She went to bed early.  We made a point of keeping anything about which there was any hesitance on Mary Ann’s part. She retained the veto power.

As the memories of past times are triggered, there are questions that lurk behind them: Is that all there is?  Is it enough?  Are there more memories to be made?  Does letting go of the symbol diminish or dishonor the past experience symbolized by it?  What on earth is this and when and where did we get it?

Actually, we have only done the relatively easy items.  For me, there will be boxes of ministry related items and memorabilia that have to be dealt with.  What does a person do with forty years of sermons?  Why do I suspect there are a number of smart aleck comments wandering around the minds of readers?

I have mixed feelings about the sorting, purging and organizing that is going on.  The benefit seems to me to be gaining space in which to live, both physically and mentally.  The clutter occupies a lot of space in my world.  On the other side of it, there is a bit of fear that having that job done will remove a goal that helps define my purpose.  I need to clean the basement.  That is a job for retirement.  Once it is done, what will fill its spot in my sense of purpose, my intentions?

Anyway, the task goes on.  While we were in the garage working on that task, a couple of medium-sized, maybe Labrador mix, stray dogs wandered by to visit.  They had no collars.  They were friendly, and appeared to be well-fed and in good health.  They were great with the kids.  We called animal control, but they dogs had wandered away by the time the truck arrived.  After he left, they returned and spent an hour or hour and a half, hanging around, playing with a tennis ball the kids were throwing, lying on the deck as the family sat out there.  I phoned animal control again, but this time no one showed up.  Finally, they wandered off.  I hope they are caught and find a good home.

Well, again, I am too tired to write any more tonight.  It is time to get some sleep.  Hopefully both Mary Ann and I will sleep well.

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April 6, 2010

Speak the Truth in Love

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This morning, Mary Ann asked Daughter Lisa how things were going in her marriage.  It was just the opportunity needed for Lisa to tell her in a natural and gentle way the truth that all is well.  The general wisdom is to go along with delusions/hallucinations when interacting with someone suffering from dementia.  We are using the truth in love approach. 

Maybe Lewy Body Dementia [LBD] is different enough from other expressions of dementia to warrant an approach different from the general wisdom.  Parkinson’s Disease Dementia [PDD]  is a dementia with Lewy bodies, and presents itself in a way that is almost identical to LBD.  Those who suffer from LBD or PDD live in the margin of reality.  There are forays into a world with little, sometimes no relationship with reality.  Those with LBD/PDD can return to lucidity in a moment or a day or seldom. 

It seems that since there is movement between reality and hallucination/dream/delusional perceptions, surrounding the person with the truth can help the person move back to the reality side of the margin between the two.  Mary Ann may move back to the hallucination/dream/delusional view of reality, but having the truth surrounding her seems to help. 

Just a few moments ago, when she was moving in bed, I went in to see what I could do to help.  She asked if the party was over.   In her mind, a large group of people had come in the door at the same time for a party celebrating the new sun room and remodeled deck.  It was Good Friday.  I went with it enough to ask if they liked it.  She said they did.  I asked her to include a request for donations to pay for it the next time there was such a gathering.  She laughed.  I described the truth to her.   There was no party, Lisa, Denis and I had just watched the NCAA basketball tournament final — a great game!

She seemed to accept that description of reality.  It just seems to me to be better to speak the truth in love to hallucinations/dreams/delusions.  It makes sense to me that the more truth in those of us around Mary Ann, the more secure she will feel, even though the truth runs counter to what she is convinced she has seen or heard.  It would be too hard to try to keep track of anything other than the truth. 

Mary Ann slept well last night.  She has napped some during the day.  In general, she seems to do better with hanging on to reality when she is well rested. 

Her nap time gave us a chance to continue a task that started yesterday when Daughter Lisa and Son Micah were here together.  We began going through boxes.  What a frightening task — overwhelming.  There are so many boxes of things, so many decisions to be made about what to keep and what to give away and what to throw away.

Daughter Lisa is now a professional in the area of organizing.  She has always been the most organized person I know.  Now she gets paid to do it.  Gratefully, she is not pushy about it.  I had to open the door to this task.  We carted boxes from the basement storage area to the garage and began going through them.  We brought Mary Ann out into the garage to look at the contents of some of the boxes.  She said her childhood was there when she looking into a large box of dolls, mostly disintegrated after being stored for so many decades. 

There are some complex dynamics to what we are doing, given the time in our life and Mary Ann’s circumstances.  There is an element of sending our things on their way to our Children and Grandchildren, since we are late in life and Mary Ann is so vulnerable.  Since Mary Ann lives as if death is not a part of her reality and my health is still good, we are not ready to let go of things that have a sentimental attachment.  Actually, Mary Ann is not very sentimental, so it is easier for her to pitch things. 

It is a good thing that our space is very limited in this little townhome, so we are forced to let go of things we might try to keep if we had more room.  Somehow the combination of the need to move out a full cabinet due to the addition of the sun room, Mary Ann’s decline in these last few months, my retirement, and just the weight of what we have accumulated has pushed me over the edge of procrastination and into the throes of purging. 

At the moment, we are making some progress.  The task is huge.  I am hoping now that we have started, to keep momentum going even after Lisa and her family have headed back home.  It is much harder to get motivated on my own, and to make enough progress when Mary Ann is awake and in need of my help. 

Tomorrow we plan to continue the task.  I hope it is a productive day.

 

April 4, 2010

Mary Ann’s Tears Flowed

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I have very seldom seen Mary Ann cry.  This Easter morning as we sat together with Daughter Lisa and her family in the pew during the Easter worship service Mary Ann’s tears flowed. At first, I just thought her nose was running when she indicated that she wanted a Kleenex.  Her nose has been running for the better part of two decades.  It wasn’t until later in the service when handing her a Kleenex that I noticed tears on the inside of one of the lenses of her glasses.

She went through many Kleenexes as the service went on.  After church at one point when we were alone together, I asked what she was thinking about in the service.  She answered, “Nothing good.”  Then later when we were at home, I asked if she had been thinking about the chance that this might be her last Easter.  I thought maybe the music and language of the day in message and prayers and music and hymn texts had allowed the reality of her situation to finally sink in.

She said no.  She said she was thinking about Daughter Lisa.  She had managed to tap into the delusion/dream that Son-in-Law, Denis, was divorcing Lisa.  I explained again that what she was thinking must have come from a dream, since Lisa and Denis were solid and secure.  She seemed to accept my explanation.  Later in the day, she seemed to be drifting back into that delusion, but she caught herself and moved back into reality.

I talked with Lisa and Denis about it tonight.  Lisa will see if there is some way to ease into a conversation that might reassure her Mom of the strength of their marriage.

Our Son Micah and his family came early today so that he could fire up his smoker.  It took all day, but we had the best Brisket and Pulled Pork that I have ever had.  We have prided ourselves in liking only the best of the BBQ places.  We lived in Kansas City for fifteen years.  KC has some of the best BBQ in the country (in my humble opinion). This was better than anything we have had at any of the best BBQ places around.

It was a great day  The weather was outstanding, the family was together, we got to church, and we had a great meal.  I was too tired to write last night, and this is all I can handle tonight.  It is off to bed in hopes of a decent night’s sleep!

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April 2, 2010

Finally Got to Church

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It felt good to be with other people in worship at the Good Friday service at noon.  The events remembered this week are at the core of what my ministry was about those forty years.  The events remembered this week are what provide access to a relationship that shapes my world day by day.  The events remembered this week heal my sometimes wounded spirit, wounded more by my own thoughts and actions than those of anyone else.

I was bummed yesterday afternoon when dressed and ready to attend the Maundy Thursday service Mary Ann’s circumstances did not cooperate.  That worship service has always been one of the most powerful in the year.  The words and, more importantly, the actions of that liturgy reveal the healing of wounds and the consequences of that healing.  The traditional liturgy as I have done in my years in the ministry includes an action that provides a painful look into the mirror, followed by words that create the freedom to begin again and write a new story for our lives.  There is a time in the service when one action, the foot washing, demonstrates that new story as one of service to others.  There is a meal called Holy Communion or the Lord’s Supper.  There the joy of community with one another and our God is celebrated.  We become family in the best sense of that word.

It was hard not to be there and draw on the words and music and actions that speak so powerfully to my spirit.  I was grateful that circumstances here at the house allowed the possibility of a corporate worship experience today.  While we have been able to get out of the house for one thing or another, most of the time it has been in accord with Mary Ann’s readiness.  Other than her Tuesday morning group and most of the doctor appointments, we have not often been able to get to something with a specific scheduled time.  Admittedly, that has been one of the challenges for me, since I have tended to be a planner.  I no longer have a shred of control over what we do and when.  The Parkinson’s and Parkinson’s Disease Dementia are currently running Mary Ann’s and my schedule.

I was too tired to stay up and write a post for the blog last night.  The night before had been one of those nights filled with needs, up many times, and then up very early in the morning.  Mary Ann had a couple of long naps during the day.  There were some hallucinations/delusions beginning a bit.  After she had been in bed for a while last night, she asked if the Thursday people had gone yet.

Today was another fairly busy day.  The electricians came and put up the ceiling fan and outside light.  They did so during a pretty noisy thunderstorm.  Then Hospice Aide Sonya came to give Mary Ann her shower etc.  We managed a quick lunch for Mary Ann before the noon service.

Then in the mid-afternoon, Mary and Arlene came over to check out the project and visit for a while.  They were followed by Hospice Chaplain Ed.  Admittedly, Chaplain Ed does more to provide me with conversation, than to do any sort of pastoral counseling for Mary Ann or for me.  I enjoy the visits.  In that way, I guess the conversation is therapeutic.

Now that the ceiling fan is in and the waterfall is fully lighted, I am getting even more pleasure from it.  It is hard to describe how calming and refreshing the setting is becoming.  More samples arrived today, so Mary Ann is having more input into the color scheme.  She seems to be enjoying the project more and more now that it is almost fully complete.

Our Daughter, Lisa, and her family from Louisville, Kentucky, have arrived at our Son, Micah, and his family’s home in the Kansas City area.  They will come here tomorrow afternoon to stay for five or six days.  We will have a lively place for a while!

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April 1, 2010

Busy Day

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First came Volunteer Maureen with a decorated basket fill with candy and dozens of home made cookies, along with some spaghetti for the freezer.  If that is not enough, after spending a couple of hours with Mary Ann, she left and returned with three containers of fresh strawberries with the greeting, Happy Easter.  We certainly are treated very well!!

Next came Edie, Paul and Shari for our Spiritual Formation Group.  For the first time in months, we were able to sit outside and enjoy the newly remodeled deck filled with the constant sound of water spilling over the rocks of the waterfall.  That and the birds accompanied the sound of the garbage truck and weed eaters.  What a rich environment for exploring mechanisms for allowing the awareness of the presence of God to wind through our days.  That two hours weekly has a profound grounding effect that helps sustain me during the unsettling times as well as filling with meaning the ordinary moments.

Shortly before the Group meeting ended, Bath Aide Zandra came to give Mary Ann her shower, wash her hair and get her dressed.  Apparently all went well.  We held off on morning pills until after Zandra was done.  That way we avoided the fainting spells that seem to be triggered when the meds first kick in.  There was some fainting later in the day, but it was very manageable.

When all those folks had left, a call came from Hospice Social Worker Kristin for her monthly visit.  She came over and, as usual, she asked lots of questions about how both of us were faring in our situation.  With all vagaries of Mary Ann’s cluster of medical problems, we seem to be healthy and secure — a credit to the support we get from so many folks.  During her visit, Volunteer Coordinator Mary phoned that she and Arlene would like to come by on Friday for a visit.  I could report that to Kristin as an example of the many folks who care for us and brighten our days.

Next came the Sister-in-Law of Jerry, our Remodel Contractor.  She is a gifted painter, who on very short notice was able to prep the ceiling for the electrician who, hopefully, will come soon to install the ceiling fan.  Actually, she was here while Hospice Social Worker Kristin was doing her task with us.

After Painter Diane left, Stacey came to talk with us about blinds and colors to paint the interior of the upstairs.  She brought wonderful ideas and helped us talk through some things.  Mary Ann was fully involved in the discussion, especially the discussion about colors of paint.  Mary Ann has an exceptional eye for colors.

After Stacey left, procrastinator that I am, we went out to eat using a promotional $25 gift certificate that I have had since before Christmas.  Today was the last day it could be used before expiring.  We ate a $34 and change worth of meals, that ended up only $4.61 (I realize the math doesn’t work, but the way the tax was applied also made a difference).  Yes, I gave a tip based on the charge before the discount.  The meal was at a good restaurant here called the Brick Oven.  Mary Ann allowed me to reach across and help her get the food to her mouth after she had struggled for a while.

After, of course, a stop at Baskin & Robbins, we got home to meet with Contractor Jerry who was there finishing up a couple of little things.  The main reason for the visit was to pick up the check for the work they did on the sun room and the deck.  There goes that inheritance, Kids!

Speaking of the Kids, Daughter Lisa called.  We got to talk with five year old Granddaughter, Ashlyn, who told us they were going to try to come a day early, which is only a couple of days from now.  They will arrive either late on Friday or early on Saturday if they stay with our Son and family in the Kansas City area before arriving at our house.  Needless to say that news lifted Mary Ann’s spirit as well as mine.

The day concluded with some deck sitting time after Mary Ann headed to bed.  Deck Therapy is one of the most effective tools for helping me keep perspective and fold into the day the support of the One who gives me breath.  I guess the day began and ended with the birds and the waterfall each providing their uniquely healing sounds.

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March 31, 2010

Will They Return?

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The birdfeeders are back up.  Will they return?  Other than the last time we had a snowfall (birds are fowl weather friends — sorry, bad pun), there have been few birds.  There has been too much activity with the construction.  Now that it is done and the bird feeders are back up, will the birds find their way back?

They will need time.  Birds can be very fickle.  If there is not food available when they want it, they will just find their way somewhere else that is better stocked.

Since the weather is so warm and the deck is finished, we are going to try having the Wednesday morning Spiritual Formation group outside.  We begin at 7:30am.  It is likely to be pretty chilly then, but it should warm up quickly.  There will, of course, be lots of hot coffee to warm our insides.

The workers completed most of the last tasks in the remodel job.  The cork floor is now laid in the sun room.  The screens are in, so we could keep the door open for most of the evening tonight.  The sound of the waterfall is loud and clear when the new sliding glass door is open. Everything looks better than I had even imagined. I spend as much time standing on the deck this evening as I could while still keeping an eye on Mary ann.

Mary Ann had a difficult first half of the night last night and slept in until about 11:30am.  During that time, CPA Twila came by with very good news on our taxes.  Retiring and not being able to work part time has the beneficial side effect of pretty much eliminating any tax liability.

Mary Ann ate breakfast at lunchtime.  She decided that she wanted scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.  I managed to get that accomplished, even adding some shredded cheese to melt on top of the eggs.  Volunteer Tamara had brought us a dozen farm eggs last evening, the ones with the deep yellow yolks.  They are wonderful.

After a hearty lunch, Hospice Nurse Emily stopped by.  Mary Ann’s blood pressure was high as usual, 172/108.  There was a little fainting.  in the morning. The daily task I thought had come to a conclusion continued today.  Mary Ann has been eating pretty well lately, and the intestinal activity reflects that.

Mary Ann wanted Chinese (Sesame Chicken) from the Chinese food counter at the grocery store.  After eating a healthy portion of the rice and the chicken (and Crab Rangoon), she ate about 60% of the two scoop treat from Baskin & Robbins that she had declined when I brought it home last night (too close to bed time).

She folded shortly after supper and headed to bed.  I need to get to bed also, since preparation for the morning group begins early.

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March 30, 2010

Breathtakingly Beautiful

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I can’t describe how dramatic it was when Contractor Jerry stripped off the cloudy protective covering on each side of the twelve feet of floor to ceiling glass today.  The intensity of the colors from outside, the newly greened grass, had to be seen to begin to understand the impact.  Jerry mentioned how much the art professors at the University of Kansas appreciate that the glass Four Season’s uses allows the true colors to pass through with no alteration from the gas between the sealed panes.

I am thrilled with the view.  I could not have hoped for more.  The new cork floor is almost complete.  It will be a while before we get the matter of painting the walls settled and done.  Then the ceiling fan and outside light fixture will be installed.

Tonight, the moon was full and bright.  It almost seemed like daytime.  The moon cast distinct shadows.  I sat on the deck in the moonlight, stars visible in spite of the brightness of the moon.  The monitor was in view, so I could relax, assured that I could see Mary Ann move if she woke up.

It is moments like that, bathed in moonlight, listening to the waterfall, that any frustration is simply trumped by the beauty.  It didn’t hurt that the temperature shot up twelve degrees from yesterday to about 70 degrees and the sun was shining with no interference during the day.

There also were a very revealing couple of interactions between Mary Ann and me today about the project.  She asked, “Where is Mary Ann?”  I thought the hallucnations were firing up. Then, since the subject of the project had been in the air earlier, I asked if she meant, where is her imprint on the project.

She had played the primary role in the colors we will paint the interior of the house, but the project itself has been my doing.  I have talked about other dimensions of it, included her in looking at vertical blinds and flooring, but I have been the one making most of the decisions.

It was sad that she felt left out.  I made that observation to her later in the day as I was getting her changed for bed.  She said that she was just jealous that I was able to do all of that.  What began as a an uncomfortable exchange earlier, ended up drawing us into a tender moment.  She gently touched my shoulder.  I asked her if she still loves me, and she responded that she loves me very much.  There are so few times when the words come, that it meant very much to me to hear those words so clearly spoken.

Mary Ann did pretty well today.  She did not have problems when Bath Aide Zandra was with her, even though I had forgotten to hold off on meds until after she was finished with Mary Ann.

The unpleasant task that has continued for two days as those smooth muscles that run the peristaltic movement in the alimentary canal simply have not been able to complete the journey without help is now in its third day.  Reading the last few posts will help clarify what that means in graphic terms. The smooth muscles are controlled by the Autonomic Nervous System, which has been compromised by the Lewy Bodies.

Breakfast went all right.  We ate lunch at Perkin’s.  Mary Ann was able to handle about half of the meal by herself.  I helped feed her the last half of the meal.  Supper was a sandwich that she managed to eat by herself. She did not nap today.  Volunteer Tamara spent the evening with Mary Ann.  They both seem to enjoy the time together.  I ran errands having to do with the project.  Sometimes that is the beginning of a move into hallucinations.  We will see how the night goes.

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March 29, 2010

The Power of Touch

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Don’t worry, this post is barely rated PG.  A prior post was rated PG-45.  That was to make clear to our children that it might contain too much information about their parents love life.  Since I am a Pastor, we, of course, had our children by virgin birth.

Before talking about how touch has impacted Mary Ann and me in recent history, today was in some ways a continuation of yesterday.  Her blood pressure was 180/100 first thing this morning.  There is no way I would consider giving her medicine to raise her blood pressure given that reading.  Even with BP that high, there was a little fainting in the morning.

Volunteer Edie spent the morning with Mary Ann.  There were no problems with fainting.  After lunch the challenging intestinal activity resumed for a while, except for the fainting.  That task is more manageable when there is no fainting.  I am longing for the resumption of more normal regularity, demanding less assistance.

One of the unexpected benefits of Mary Ann’s illness is that it demands more touching.  I grew up in a non-touching family.   I was well into my thirties before I greeted Mom with a hug when visiting.  Before that it was hi to Mom and a handshake for Dad.  Gratefully, through a variety of circumstances that changed, especially with our children.

When a marriage has caregiving added to the relationship of husband and wife, there is an intimacy that grows of necessity.  I am holding Mary Ann many times a day.  My arms are around her to move her, lift her, shift her, dress her.  Prior to the addition of the caregiving, we were not very demonstrative and openly affectionate.  Now, I often linger with a hug when doing one of the tasks that requires putting my arms around her.

I have little doubt that there is an intimacy in our relationship now that we might never have experienced without the needs brought by the Parkinson’s and the complications that have come along with it.  Of course, neither of us would have chosen this way to add intimacy to our relationship.  It is sort of like finding a pearl in a pile of poop. (Am I not poetic!)

Last night and this morning were helpful times for me Spiritually.  With the complexities of Mary Ann’s personal needs, her napping, the vagaries of the blood pressure and dementia, we have not gotten to church very often.  Private devotional time does not substitute for corporate worship which provides community and an encounter with the core message coming from every direction.  Time alone with tools that help focus one’s heart and mind on the presence of God is an important mechanism for Spiritual growth.

Last night, the computer provided access to music that became a means through which the message of God’s unconditional love washed over me.  There was some Taizé music.  The there was a group named Anuna (sang in Riverdance).  Much of their music is ancient church liturgical music.  I played again the CD that includes “The Deer’s Cry,” which is an arrangement of the St. Patrick’s Breastplate prayer with which he began each day.  During the time I was listenting to the CD, I turned the lights in the house off, except for a votive candle on the mantle in front of a small iron Celtic Cross, casting a shadow on the wall.  Those are helpful times that allow my spirit to settle.  It was a help after the difficult day yesterday.

This morning at the lake, I listened to more of Anuna and some more Taizé music.  There was a passage from Jeremiah (29:11-14) and a couple of Psalms (100 and 101) that provided some grounding for the morning’s music and nature watching.  There were only a few birds, but the sounds of frogs and little critters of one sort or another filled the air as I walked along a marsh area (reminiscent of my childhood days playing at the swamp).

This afternoon, I had a little time during one of Mary Ann’s naps to sit out on the deck for the first time since the remodeling began a few weeks ago.  The signs of spring are slowly coming into view.  We do not have a secluded cabin in the woods, but as the leaves come out and the greenery flourishes, the little space at the back of our home will provide some of the nurturing environment I need to stay whole in a very fragmented and disjointed world in which I have very little say about what goes on.

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March 28, 2010

Exhausting Day of Fainting

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It has been a very long time since there was so much fainting in one day.   Anyone who is not okay with explicit talk about BM’s should probably pass on this post.  I was grateful for a three or four hour nap in the middle of the day and more grateful when the ordeal was over this evening and bedtime arrived.

I am a seasoned veteran in what I call waste management.  It is just part of helping someone who no longer can handle those duties on her own.  I am used to the fainting spells.  They no longer scare me.  It is when the two intertwine for all the hours she is awake that it calls into question my physical capacity to do this task.

I am not grossed out by it.  I am not pushed to a high level of frustration by it.  I am just tired and sore, grateful for a break from it now that she is in bed.  Yesterday, I mentioned that Mary Ann’s blood pressure was a very low normal when the Hospice Nurse took it.  I observed that resting blood pressure that low did not bode well for what might be so when she stands up for a while.

I meant to take her BP this morning, but did not remember to do so.  As a result, I am not sure yet about whether or not to start the Midodrine, which raises her BP and reduces the fainting but keeps her BP dangerously high.

Mary Ann got up fairly late today.  It was apparent from the morning trip to the bathroom that the fainting was a problem.  We managed to get her breakfast done.  Then the bathroom trips began.  She felt that she needed to go, but there was little production.  Each time she got on the stool, she fainted.  Each time she stood up from it she fainted.  My role, as I have mentioned before, is to hold her upper body back so that she does not fall forward off the stool.

She was fainting so much that she couldn’t even sit up in her chair when I got her back out into the living room.  I just took her into the bedroom and got her into bed.  She slept for three or four hours.

After she got up, I fed her lunch and the bathroom trips began in earnest.  There was more production during the afternoon.  Once down there would be a some activity.  Then I would pull her up, hold her up and do clean up, almost always including (sorry) getting out some that would not come on its own.  Then as that was going on, she would faint again.  Trying to get her into the sitting position when she is only partially conscious and holding herself stiff, takes all the strength I can muster.  The torso has some pretty powerful muscles.

Each time we went in, there would two or three repeats of that same pattern with occasionally a few minutes of just sitting there holding herself up. During those times, I stayed close to her so that I could get there immediately when she popped up.

Most of the next couple of hours contained those trips, each about the same in terms of my role.  When Mary Ann was not in the bathroom, she was in pop up mode.  She has absolutely no awareness of the risks of getting up no matter how often she faints or how much I remind her not to get up without my helping.  At one point, I had to click the seat belt on her transfer chair to slow her popping up so that I could finish folding the clothes from the dryer.

What I have described above is a very normal activity for Caregivers of those with Lewy Body Dementia.  I can hardly complain.  Others have a far more difficult time than do I.  I write in such detail first of all for selfish reasons.  It helps me to put into words and sort of “get off my chest” just how difficult a day can be.  I hope that the detail also provides a point of contact for those who are experiencing the very same thing but have no one to talk with about it.

I also hope that those of you who have friends or family or acquaintances who are caring for someone, will realize what they are going through and cut them a little slack.  If they are whining, they are doing so for good reason.  You don’t have to try to fix their situation, just listen patiently without immediately changing the subject to something that is going on in your life or tell them about all the other people who have it worse than they do.

Tonight, I am wondering if there is a direct correlation between the low blood pressure fainting issue and Mary Ann’s ability to keep on track mentally.  Shortly before going to bed, she stood up and called me over.  I asked what she was doing.  She seemed distressed and said she was leaning against a wall.  Her eyes were open, not slammed shut as happens sometimes.  She was in the middle of the living room, in front of the television.  When I said there was no wall, she responded, “Did they take it down?” (Probably a memory of the removal of walls in during the sun room construction.)

Moments later in the bedroom, she asked what day it was.  I answered, “Saturday.”  Then she asked me if I was preaching tomorrow.  I asked her when the last time I preached was.  She said, “Last Sunday.”  I asked her if she remembered that I had retired almost two years ago and had not preached since.  She just looked puzzled.

While she does get confused and have delusions and hallucinations and dreams that she cannot tell from reality, those interactions tonight, seemed a little extra odd.  That raised in my mind the question of the impact of so many times today that her blood pressure was too low to keep an adequate supply of blood flowing to her brain.  I am wondering what sort of cumulative effect that has.  If that is the case, it complicates the current decision not to give Mary Ann the Midodrine that raises her BP to harmful level.  There is nothing easy about dealing with this combination of diseases and debilities.

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