May 7, 2009

Caregiver’s Sources of Strength

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Today is the first day this spring we have been able to meet on the deck.  There is a dramatic change in the feel of the experience when on the deck rather than in the downstairs family room.  At 7:30am the birds are fully engaged in noisy and boisterous activity.  In that setting we have been buzzed by hummingbirds heading for the feeder.  A Cooper’s Hawk has come crashing through concentrating on its prey, oblivious to coming within inches a ducking head.  Rabbits have come by the deck with little fear of being so close to people.  Hungry birds have ventured to a feeder no more than a couple of feet from the head of one of us.   

The smells and the sounds, the sun and clouds and trees and gently blowing breezes calm the spirits of our little group as we begin with a few moments of silent meditation.  Our silence has as part of its nature the sounds of nature, as well as car sounds, mowers, dogs, airplanes, whatever else that happens to be going on during those moments.  The sounds of nature seem to dominate. 

We refer to our group as a Spiritual Formation Group.  The Group began many years ago.  I am not sure how many at this point — maybe seven or eight years.   The size has ranged from four to six members.  There are just a couple of us who have been there from the very beginning.  There are five of us at the moment.  It meets at our home since I need to be on call for Mary Ann’s needs.  The group emerged at a time in the life of the Congregation when there was a special emphasis on starting small groups. 

Our goal is to incorporate what we believe into what we do moment by moment each day — the ordinary.  We seek to support one another in disciplines that increase the likelihood of our finding the strength to live meaningfully no matter what comes or how fast it comes. 

It is no small order.  This morning in the course of our conversation, I had a chance to do some more processing of yesterday’s emergency trip to the Dermatologist to re-sew stitches that had been torn out of Mary Ann’s shoulder by a fall, stitches intended to close the gaping hole left by the removal of a skin Cancer.  I should add quickly that after a restless night, a painful morning this morning, she slept four or five hours.   She is doing well at the moment, down for the night (hopefully). 

Our group has a covenant that includes confidentiality.  Any specifics will reflect only my thoughts and comments.  The rest will come in general terms. 

Caregivers need a support system!  We cannot do this by ourselves.  Some of the support comes in the form of help with tasks, companion care for Mary Ann, food, all sorts of tangibles.  The support that is to be found in a Spiritual Formation Group is the nurturing of the spirit, the center of being from which deep personal strength comes.  From that deep well of strength is drawn the power to endure, even thrive, in the face of adversity. 

My approach to talking about Spiritual Formation is intended to reflect two elements of my intentions for this Blog.  One intention is to reflect my own spirituality, since that is how I manage as a full time Caregiver.  I am a retired Lutheran Pastor.  I have a deep faith rooted in a very specific understanding of Who God is and what God has done.  My relationship with God is created and sustained by a fellow name Jesus Christ.  I make no apology for that faith. 

At the same time, this Blog is not a parochial piece intended exclusively for folks who happen to share my faith.   The most basic element of my faith is the unconditional love reflected in the Christian Story (a true story).  That love has no bounds.  I am very comfortable framing the truth in humanistic terms, scientific terms, philosophical terms.  I feel no need to defend my faith or force feed it to others — witness to it, yes.  It is a part of who I am and how I cope. 

I will seek to do so and enjoy framing the deep well of strength in a way that is accessible to people who have another spirituality or no spirituality at all in their view of reality. 

In our group, we always use a book of some sort intended for use in a spiritual formation small group setting.  We are currently using book in a series of Spiritual Formation Guides produced by Renovare (http://www.renovare.org).   The chapter we were doing today is titled “Being the Good News.”  Our conversation revolved around the question, “…how do you seek to act as the good news in the world?” 

This morning my need as a Caregiver was to process with others what had happened yesterday, the fall, the broken stitches, the dripping blood thinned by Plavix, the emergency trip to the doctor to be resewn.  I needed to process it so that I could face the harsh reality that had I been beside her I might have prevented it, that I had not been calm and cool and collected, sweet and nurturing throughout the experience.  I needed to affirm what I had done that was appropriate to keep Mary Ann safe, to get her the help she needed, to care for her during and after the trauma.

The conversation in that small group, the processing, helped me to reframe the experience in a way that allows me to accept my failings, celebrate the good, and see the possibility for change. 

For those who don’t have a spiritual dimension as part of their worldview, having a small group option for processing experiences is equally important.  The goal is to reframe what has happened in a way that gives it meaning.  Seeking to become more fully human is not only a help to your Loved One but a help in your own survival.  Each event is an opportunity for growth.  That growth can lead you to a better quality of life as you become more able to get past the reactive primitive brain impulses to thoughts and actions that are both sensible, humane and life affirming. 

Caregivers need a healthy, well-balanced support system.  A small group, in my situation, a Spiritual Formation Group, can help provide the deep source of strength needed to endure whatever life throws our way. 

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May 6, 2009

A Caregiver’s Fear Realized – Hurt in a Fall

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One of my fears about falling was realized this afternoon.  We live in a very narrow margin of functionality.  We slipped outside the margin for a time today.  The result is an apparent need to change a pattern that has been allowing both Mary Ann and me moments of freedom from being tethered to each other. 

Yesterday morning was the procedure to remove another in a series of Basal Cell Cancers that have been appearing on Mary Ann’s back and upper chest.  The procedure was done in the Dermatologist’s office.  We like him.  He seems to be very committed to the field and always upgrading his knowledge and skills. 

His office, however, is right from the 1950’s.  It is very small, a narrow hallway leading to tiny rooms with pocket doors, bathrooms barely able to hold one person standing up, let alone somone in a wheel chair.  There is a nice flat screen television in the waiting room, among the old furniture.  The equipment doesn’t always work, but it is adequate, and procedures are done well.

The spot on the back of her shoulder was not large.  To guarantee that the perimeter of the patch of skin removed was clear of Cancer cells, a pretty large area of flesh was removed.  Each time a procedure has been done, I have watched each step.  The rooms are very small, so I always have an unobstructed view. 

It is always a surprise to me to see the size of the string of stitches when the the wound has been sutured.  In this case, it was at least a couple of inches long.  He sutures the lower edge of the epithelium, deep in the hole left after the circle of skin is removed.  That is a very tedious process, including a number of steps with each of the many stitches.  Then comes the suturing of the surface edges.  The round opening is pulled together into a line, not exactly straight, but close.  Again each stitch takes multiple steps. 

He made a point of closing the wound tightly since Mary Ann takes Plavix and aspirin.  The doctor observed that Plavix actually sometimes gives surgeons more trouble that Coumadin, a much more powerful blood thinner.  He wanted to be sure there would be no problem with bleeding. 

The day went well after the surgery.  Even though we had been given suggestions for dealing with pain, Mary Ann reported no pain.  The doctor called last evening to ask how she was doing.   There were no problems. 

Today was a good day in many ways.  Mary Ann went to her weekly small group meeting at church.  I was basking in the possibility of a water problem in our back yard turning into a beautiful garden and water feature.  Most importantly, some gossip came my way — good gossip.  The sadly empty building that used to be our Baskin-Robbins ice cream place — yes, I said ours, by squatter’s rights — may eventually open again. 

After lunch, I actually managed to do some cooking using a very complicated recipe.  Here it is:  Brown one large package of country style boneless pork ribs in a large frying pan, then transfer them to a crock pot, add a bottle of KC Masterpiece barbecue sauce and cook them forever.  The recipe is came to us from Larry and Jolene, when they brought over a huge and sumptuous meal.  My creative addition to the recipe is to open a couple of cans of beans and add them to the crockpot a half hour or so before eating.  Enough of the culinary diversion.

Mary Ann wanted a snack.  We had some ice cream.  She ate part of it and decided there was something in it.  I find those hallucinations to be especially annoying, since once they appear, the only alternative is to throw away perfectly good food for no good reason.   An hour later, Mary Ann popped up out of her chair, and as I suspected had decided she needed another snack.  I couldn’t pass up an comment on the last snack’s fate, and then I headed for the kitchen to see what I could find for her. 

I left her standing beside the transfer chair.  As soon as I got to the kitchen, I heard the familiar thump of her falling.  It was in an open carpeted area.  She hit nothing that might hurt her.  Normally, such a fall is just routine.  Not this time.  She landed directly on the shoulder that had been stitched up yesterday morning after the surgery on the skin Cancer. 

I knew it would be so, and as soon as I got her to the bedroom to look at it, my fear was confirmed.  The blood was running.  I headed for the case we have filled with first aid supplies we have gathered after past experiences like this.  I got a thick surgical pad and some tape to try to contain the bleeding until we could get back to the doctor.  The tape I had  (too narrow) combined with the awkward location of the incision resulted in blood seeping through to her clothing in spite of my best efforts. 

 I called the doctor’s office and was advised to do the obvious, bring her in.  The doctor had to send home a patient who had been stuck and prepped for a procedure because Mary Ann’s wound could not wait.  She had done something he had never seen before in his career (started medical school forty years ago).  She had torn open the two inch stream of stitches on the top and deep within the wound.   He had to start over completely.

The afternoon grew in complexity as it went on.  The doctor had sent home the other patient prepped for a procedure.  As he and two assistants were doing a cluster of preparatory tasks for Mary Ann’s repair, the doctor’s preschool-aged grandson came running down the hall.  He poked his head in.  He was not put off at all by what he saw.  Obviously he had wandered in on procedures before.  What added to a sort of chaotic tone that was developing was that the little boy’s mother. the doctor’s daughter-in-law came down the hall holding a cloth to her forehead.  She had run into a door and was also in need of stitches. 

The doctor left Mary Ann to attend to his daughter-in-law.   The assistants continued the prep, obviously a little unsure of how to proceed.  During that time the two assistants were sharing with each other their concern that they both had to leave and could not stay much longer.  One  had an appointment to take her two year old horse to be broken.  The other had to pick up her preschooler (who happened to be attending the preschool at the church from which I retired last summer). 

The doctor had done some preliminary work on his daughter-in-law so that she could wait until he was done with Mary Ann for her stitches.  When he returned, the imminent departure of his two assistants became clear.  The word went out to the office manager who had been with him for much of his practice to scrub up so that she could take over when the assistant’s left. 

Through all this, every time we checked with Mary Ann, she said she was fine.  She lay a long time on that table as he redid the entire suturing process.  It was long and tedious.  As time went by we all began to appreciate the craziness of how the afternoon was going.  They all commented on how uneventful the day had been up until we injected some drama into their day.  I told them that if it was okay with them, we would opt out of any future need for excitement being added to their day. 

The moment, Mary Ann is in bed.  As a her Caregiver, I have a dilemma.  First of all, I bear responsibility for what happened.  Had I been there with my hand on her gait belt, I could have prevented the fall.  Secondly, I was not calm and reassuring after it happened.  Instead, my frustration with the situation spewed out of my mouth.  Gratefully, I moved quickly and got done what needed to be done.  My dilemma is the implication this has for how I go about my Caregiving task. 

I have felt free to be in the kitchen for a time, go down the hall to my office to be at the computer for short times during the day,  go to the end of the block to get the mail.   At least until the stitches heal fully, this episode suggests that freedom no longer to be an option.  Mary Ann simply cannot keep from getting up and going.  I need to be there immediately to offer an elbow or put my hand on the gait belt. 

Tomorrow, I need to follow through on getting an audio-visual monitor from Babies R Us, or wherever I can find one.  If I can keep the receiver with me wherever I am in the house, maybe Mary Ann and I will not need to be joined at the hip every minute of every day.  That much closeness would all but assure both of us going completely crazy.   It would not be a pretty sight.

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May 5, 2009

Hot Flashes come with Parkinson’s Disease

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I just closed the back door, the window in the dining room, the front door, the garage door, and the door between the house and the garage.  From late fall through early spring, this is pretty much a daily routine.  Yes, even in the dead of winter (which is not all that big a deal in Kansas), the doors and windows are opened each evening around supper time. 

During the first fifteen years of Mary Ann’s Parkinson’s diagnosis, no one told us about the hot flashes.  When I asked about them, there was only a blank stare.  Mary Ann went through all the usual hormone treatments — multiple doses.  Nothing worked.  Finally, she stopped taking any hormone therapy.  It just made no difference. 

Finally in just the last few years we have heard sweats listed among the non-motor symptoms of Parkinson’s.  After a time of feeling irritated that no one had mentioned it before and lamenting all the misguided efforts at trying to treat them, we were relieved to just to know that it is part of the Parkinson’s gifts to Mary Ann.  They are no easier for her to endure, but at least we are no longer wasting our time looking in all the wrong places, trying to find some elusive solution to the problem.

I had heard about hot flashes long before the Parkinson’s.  Since Mary Ann was diagnosed so early in life (45), she went through the normal menopausal hot flashes.  The hot flashes, the sweats, continued long after menopause had completed its transition.  They have never ceased.  As I have felt the heat and changed soaked clothes and wiped the sweat running down her neck, I have come to recognize hot flashes to be much more than a minor inconvenience.  When they come in full intensity, Mary Ann looks as if she will burst into flames any moment.  She radiates heat that can be felt from inches away, as if she were some sort of biological space heater. 

There was a time in the progression of the Parkinson’s when if we had been asked, we would have responded that the hot flashes were the hardest part of the disease to endure.   

When the almost daily hot flashes come on, I need to respond quickly.  If Mary Ann happens to have on a long-sleeved top, it must come off immediately.  She is usually dyskinetic at the time, so changing clothes is no small matter.  Arms and legs are twisting this way and that.  After clothes are changed, the back door, the windows, the front door, the door to the garage and the garage door must be thrown open.  The colder and windier it is outside, the better.  Sometimes I get a wet wash cloth to put on the back of her neck.  Occasionally, she has ended up in the shower trying to cool down. 

As you might guess, summers in Kansas can be pretty tough at hot flash time.  I recognize that the general wisdom is to keep the thermostat no lower than 76 degrees when the AC is on, preferably 78 or 80.  Ours has to go down to about 72 until it feels like a refrigerator when the hot flashes kick in.  The AC works far too slowly to give much relief.  Eventually, either that round of sweats ends or the AC takes the edge off so that it is at least bearable.  Oddly, at other times, Mary Ann can be very cold, hands frigid. 

As a Caregiver, not only do I need to be ready to move quickly to cool her down when the hot flashes come, I need to have nearby appropriate layers for myself.  When it is in the twenties outside with a wind chill in the teens, I need to add layers to keep warm. 

Some of our most harrowing moments have been times that a hot flash has hit while we were driving.   While traveling the Interstate at 75mph (maybe a little more) trying to reach the passenger seat in a van with front seats separated by a console, to take a jacket off a seatbelted passenger who is broiling in her own sweat is a terrifying experience. 

It is not only Parkinsonians who have to deal with the sweats.  Many of those who are in the Spouses of those with Lewy Body Dementia online group talk about the sweats, asking if anyone has found some way to control them.  To my knowledge, no one has come up with a solution, even by asking his/her Neurologist.  

The sweats, the hot flashes, are just part of the deal.   They come after the Parkinson’s has been with the family for some years.  As far as I know, no one has pinned down the specific cause of the hot flashes.  Very many of the problems that come with Parkinson’s Disease, Parkinson’s Disease Dementia and Lewy Body Dementia do not reveal their etiology, they are reluctant to tell the story of their origins.  So many of the most troubling problems have their roots in both the disease and the medications used to treat the disease. 

Even the most expert in Parkinson’s Disease will admit that many of the motor and non-motor symptoms seem to emerge from some elusive combination of the disease process and long term side effects of the medications.  Without knowing a very specific cause, it is pretty much impossible to find a treatment to control those symptoms. 

As with so many of the troublesome additions Parkinson’s has brought into our lives, the sweats, the hot flashes are here to stay.  They refuse to be diminished by any treatment.  We are left to adapt the environment to accommodate their presence.  So, we open doors and windows when that will work, and we turn the AC down when outside air seems hot enough to initiate combustion. 

Hot flashes or sweats often do come at some point in the progression of Parkinson’s Disease.  Somehow knowing that to be so makes it easier to accept them and spend the limited time and energy we have figuring out how to adapt our environment quickly to diminish the discomfort those hot flashes bring. 

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May 4, 2009

Caregivers are often Confused

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I don’t know.  I don’t know whether we are in a time of decline.  It is beginning to seem that way.  I just don’t know.

We had a good day and a difficult day all at the same time.  It was a good day because we got to see our Granddaughter sing in a choir concert this afternoon.  She sang wonderfully — something very important to this Grandpa whose life revolved around singing in earlier years.  Grandma got to be there too.  Both Grandma and Grandpa got good hugs today. 

Mary Ann slept a little later than usual.  She spent a couple of hours with one of the Volunteers from Church.  While I was away from the house during that time, reading, thinking and watching for birds at a nearby lake, it appeared that the time went well at home.  Mary Ann and her Volunteer Visitors seem to enjoy each others’ company.  Today, the Volunteer read to her from a novel they have been working on together.   She had with her the ingredients for a very tasty Asparagus Quiche.  We thoroughly enjoyed having a piece of that for lunch before leaving for the concert about an hour away. 

We enjoyed the concert, the music was well chosen and very well-performed.  The Children’s Choir of which our Granddaughter is a member sang first, and a choir of high school-aged girls sang some very interesting and unusual pieces.  All the music was very engaging and entertaining.

Afterward our Son and Daughter-in-Law treated her parents and us to dinner at a Cheesecake Factory restaurant.  It was an early Mother’s Day present for the two Grandmas. 

We went to out kids’ house for a while afterward and then headed home.  When we got home Mary Ann and I both had a little bit to eat since we the meal out was in the mid-afternoon.  Mary Ann struggled a bit with the food.  She started doing something she has done on occasion in the past.  She started what appeared to be cleaning her fork in her ice water.  She did it with the for she used for some pieces of meat.  Then she did it again with the spoon she used when eating some of her favorite jello (Seafoam Salad, if I remember the name correctly).   I asked her why she was doing that.  She said she was eating the ice.  It seemed that she was saying that to cover the fact that she really didn’t know why she was doing it. 

Later, she was washing her hands and spread some suds on her forearm.  I asked her if there was something there that needed washing.  She answered that there was not, but that her mind had told her to do it. 

She seemed to me to be a bit disconnected during the afternoon.  Since we returned from the last trip away from home, she has seemed to be confused at times, and she has slept during the day more often than has been so in the past.  She has struggled more with hallucinations. 

The confusion for me is that there is no way to know if what I am observing is really a decline, or just a cluster of glitches that will eventually pass.  We have experienced declines that have lasted, and we have experienced changes that came and then left after a time.   I may be reading too much into some minor miscues. 

Tomorrow, Mary Ann will have a small Basal Cell skin Cancer removed.  She has been through this before.  The word Cancer scares her.  The Dermatologist and I have both explained that this particular kind of Cancer is very treatable and not at all dangerous when removed at this stage.  She has still voiced deep concern. 

How she responds to this procedure will reveal more about whether she is in a lasting decline or just a temporary move. 

Caregivers are often confused by circumstances such as these.  We just don’t know what is happening.  The challenge for us is to deal with the feelings associated with a change.  If we work through the process of grieving the loss of one level of functionality and alertness, we are vulnerable to more confusion if there is improvement.  Then comes another round of grief if the decline comes again. 

Over the years I have observed an odd response especially in the close family members of someone who has come to death’s door on account of an acute Cancer.  If the person rallies and regains strength, there are sometimes feelings of resentment and frustration in those who have been a part of the journey.  It is as if they have gotten down the path toward acceptance only to be forced to backtrack to an earlier place. 

The result of traveling back and forth in the grieving and acceptance process is sometimes a sort of numbness that sets in.  People are afraid to let themselves feel much at all.  They have felt sad, only to be jerked out of that mode by their Loved One rallying. They have celebrated improvement and become hopeful for continued better days, only to have their hopes dashed by the next relapse.  I have heard people talk about feeling angry at the person who is sick when they have rallied again and again after being at death’s door. 

It is an odd response.  It is embarrassing.  People don’t want to admit to those feelings.  In my role as a safe person to talk with, a person who is bound by a vow never to share what is told in the context of confession, I have heard people admit to feeling angry when their Loved One has rallied. 

Caregivers have all those feelings as the roller coaster climbs high, only to plunge again. 

Tomorrow morning may bring change for the better.  It may not.  Tuesday morning may bring change for the better.  It may not.  The same goes for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and next Sunday — and every day after that. 

I am grateful to have a Source of strength that provides a sort of beacon as this journey moves in fits and starts, steps forward and steps back.   Each of us needs some place to turn for internal strength.  Whether it is rooted in a particular spirituality or in our basic humanity, strength is needed as Caregivers negotiate their confusion. 

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May 3, 2009

Caregivers/Receivers Need Rituals, Habits and Routines

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In an earlier post, I reflected on the value of some of the chores I do, cleaning the commode, making the beds, doing the little daily tasks.  They give me the feeling that I have a little bit of control in circumstances that are mostly out of my control.

I want to take the matter of routine farther in measuring its importance to the long term health of both Caregiver and Carereceiver.  I have not studied brain science enough to speak with authority on this, but there are some obvious elements of our complex brain activity that I would call “automatic pilot.”

When Mary Ann and I were dating, I would occasionally drive home from her house fairly late at night.  Maybe it was more than occasionally.  Maybe it was most times I saw her those summers together when I was not away at school.  Maybe it was more than fairly late — could have been very late.  I am the last of five children (there would have been seven, but two who would have been oldest died very early in their lives).  My parents were pretty mellow by the time I came along.  Yes, I was the baby in the family.  No I was not spoiled — maybe a little. My adolescent years did not include battles with my parents.  Open rebellion is not one of my gifts.

While my parents and I got along well, the late arrivals home from Mary Ann’s place set Dad off.  He was not pleased, to put it mildly.  Mary Ann and I just had a lot to talk about!  Since my parents had moved to a place in the country when Dad retired, it was a twenty mile trip home from Mary Ann’s folks’ place on a two lane blacktop.  There was an S curve that demanded slowing down to about 35 mph to negotiate safely.  On more than one occasion, I can remember coming to an awareness that I was past the S curve with no conscious memory of having slowed down and driven through it.  That is automatic pilot.

For me auto pilot is that part of my brain that functions without my need to consciously reason out what I am doing one step at a time.  That is where resides all the things I can do without thinking.

In my world, as small as it has come to be, there are rituals and habits and routines that not only order our day but help keep us safe and get things done that would seldom get done without the ritual.

There is a habit that I have developed to protect against Mary Ann trying to get out of the wheel chair or sit down in it while the brakes are off.  Doing so could easily result in injury as the chair rolled out from under her.  Whether it is the transfer chair or the wheel chair, any time I move it when it is empty, I leave the brakes on and just lift the back wheels, rolling it on the front wheels only.  The only time I take the brakes off is when she is seated securely in the chair.  The reason for such a ritual is that otherwise I would not remember each time to set the brakes before she gets in the chair.  The habit is a way to deal with my forgetfulness.

I line up the meds in a certain way (that Mary Ann developed) and follow a ritualized pattern to make sure that all the pills get in the right space.  I close the gate at the top of the stairs to the lower level whether Mary Ann is up and about or not, so that it won’t be open should she end up at the top of the stairs while dyskinetic or having an episode of fainting.

I have tried to reinforce habits in Mary Ann that help make my job easier and help keep her safe.  I have to admit I have been an abysmal failure at trying to build those routines and habits and rituals.  Her automatic pilot seems to have already reached capacity.  I seem unable to eliminate ones that are frustrating to me or seem unsafe, and I am equally incapable of adding new ones into her auto pilot that make my job easier or seem safer. Her automatic pilot developed long before the symptoms of Parkinson’s effected her mobility and dexterity and balance.  My hope has been to help create rituals and habits and routines that will help make life easier when the time comes that most of her actions will emerge from the auto pilot and few will be controlled by the Cerebral Cortex, the conscious, reasoning part of her brain.  There are some habits that seem to be developing but only a few.

I made a discovery tonight as I was thinking about this and reading an article I found on the International Brain Injury Association website on the importance of rituals.  I have been looking at this from the perspective of a Caregiver, seeking to manipulate rituals and habits and routines to serve my need for safety and ease in doing the care.

The article affirms the power of positive rituals to raise the quality of life in the brain injured.  I am applying this to those who are suffering from Dementia and losing themselves in the process.  Here is a quotation from the article titled “Overcoming Anomy: The impact of Positive Rituals on Quality of Life,” written by Dr. Thomas E. Pomeranz. “Each of these events (rituals) as well as the many hundreds of others which follow throughout the course of everyone’s day is uniquely ‘you.’  I actively choose my rituals as they evolve and develop over time — the evolution of my rituals is an ongoing process.  These rituals provide me with a sense of security, predictablility and continuity in my life.  How unsettling and tragic it would be if all my quirky mealtime rituals, like salting everything before tasting, using a teaspoon to eat my soup etc. were prohibited.”

Anomy is losing one’s identity, sense of purpose, becoming diminished in value.  The article observes that when the brain injured are trained in Occupational Therapy to change their habits and rituals, it fosters anomy, which them sometimes increases their acting out in frustration.  Pomeranz uses the term “nosocomial behaviors,” negative results from treatments intended for healing.

What that means to me is that by trying to change Mary Ann’s automatic pilot, I may very well be diminishing her, resulting in her resistant behavior.  She is just holding out for her identity.  My need for her to do things in a way that I recognize to be safer or that make my job easier may not help as much as they lessen her.  Maybe it isn’t safe for her to jump up and get her brush to run through her hair, but that is what she does, without thinking of the potential for falling.  Her automatic pilot from before the Parkinson’s guiding her actions.  My scolding her and insisting that I do it for her may make her safer and me less fearful, but something may very well be lost in the process.

Just as my rituals and routines help me order the corner of the world in which I live, Mary Ann’s rituals and routines and habits help define her as an individual.  My role as a Caregiver becomes more a task of accepting who she is and what she does even when it is neither safe nor convenient.  Rather than trying to change her, the precious little time and energy we have need to be spent looking for ways to be safe and function effectively in spite of those habits.  This part of the job of Caregiving will become harder as the Dementia increases.  A number of those who are much farther along in this journey have recently been reflecting on the need to come to acceptance as they deal with frustrating behaviors in their Loved Ones.  When finally acceptance comes, they are free to use all their energy finding solutions to each problem as it arises.

Both Caregivers and Care Receivers need rituals and habits and routines.  Caregivers need them to help maintain some control in their world, to keep themselves and their Loved Ones safe, and to make their life and the caregiving a little easier.  Care Recievers need rituals to keep from being diminished and losing their identity, so that they can sustain their identity, their individuality and their sense of security for as long as possible.

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May 1, 2009

Caregivers: Is the TV Friend or Foe?

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Yes!!  As the world gets smaller for those of us who must spend most of our time at home, the television becomes a very powerful presence in our lives.

The television has always been an important part of Mary Ann’s day.  Most days it is turned on when she gets up, and the one in the bedroom is still on when she goes to sleep.  An odd little piece of Mary Ann’s history seems to me to play into the role television has for Mary Ann.  Her mother turned the radio on in the morning when she got up, and it stayed on all day. It was company for her.

One of the things that scared me most about the prospect of retiring for full time Caregiving was the prospect of never being able to get away from the television.  We live in a town home with 1150 square feet on the main floor.  There is nowhere to hide.  Even when I go to the front room that serves as my home office and close the door, I have to turn on the monitor so that I can hear her if she needs my help.  The sound of the television follows me everywhere.

The problem is complicated by the fact that I am easily distracted.  I can’t read or do anything taking much mental effort while the dialog of a television program is audible.  Gratefully, I am able to focus on writing a blog post that is meaningful to me while the volume on the monitor is fairly low.  Unfortunately, the result of the low volume is that sometimes it is the thump of her falling in the bedroom that gets my attention and sends me running to help.

One of my most hated jobs has emerged as Mary Ann’s dexterity has diminished.  We are on our fourth or fifth remote control trying to find one that Mary Ann can still manage. I am now called on (I usually offer) to use the remote for her to try to find something she will settle on.  Without fail, we end up in what I call commercial hell.  There are commercials on every channel, lasting an eternity, one after another as we try to discover what the program is, let alone if it is something she wants to watch.  After making it through all fifty (or whatever the number is) channels, often there is nothing that has caught her fancy, so we start over.

How is the television Friend?  For someone who can no longer do any of the things that brought her joy, the television is a profound blessing.  Mary Ann can no longer quilt, or write notes to people, or read books or do wash or cook or clean or go to a job outside the home, or go outdoors and mess with the flowers or make herself a sandwich.  The television provides stimulation as she watches programs that interest her.

A benefit for me is that when she is engaged in a television program she is enjoying, I have time to do something else with less vulnerability to interruption.  I can step to the front room and sit at the computer.  I can make a phone call.  I can walk outside the house for a moment.

Let me make an admission that is embarrassing to a guy who grew up in the time when “a man’s home was his castle.”  Mary Ann runs the remote.  She always has.  In our house, I knew it, the kids knew it, the grandchildren now know it, Mary Ann is the boss of the television.  I suspect that admission will void any gift cards to Home Depot, Lowe’s, or Ace Hardware (except to buy flowers).  (I still refuse to enter a fabric store unless it is an emergency.)

The result of what I have just shared is that not only is the television on all day, but the programs on it are of Mary Ann’s choosing.  It is no wonder that whenever there is a volunteer at the house, I tend to seek quiet, secluded spots to look for birds and other wildlife, or just soak in the scenery.

How is the television Foe?  While it is a blessing to her in an important way, it is a curse at the same time.  As I have already said, it is oppressive to me that to have no little respite from it.  I could probably recite the dialog on most of the Doctor House episodes, the episodes of NCIS and most of the Law and Order series.  I have come to loathe the Saturday Spaghetti Westerns.

My understanding is that there is evidence that what is taken in, especially just before going to bed can have impact on a person’s feelings and general world view. I do not know that to be so.  I may have misunderstood or confused what has been said about that.  I do know that watching the horrible things people can do to one another portrayed in graphic detail in words and visuals is depressing to me.

There are some in the online group of spouses of those suffering from Lewy Body Dementia who have talked about the impact of television.  Some have said that their spouses become agitated with certain programs.  One mentioned that sitcoms seemed to be less troublesome for her Loved One.

What streams before the eyes on a constant basis has to have some effect on how a person feels, how he/she views the world.  When I was serving a the Pastor of a congregation in Oklahoma City, a very active, long term member of the congregation was killed in the bombing of the Murrah building there.  Her name was Lee.  As we gathered with her husband, Roy, at their house, waiting for news of her fate, I remember the role of the television.  We all had our eyes glued to it, we hung on every word the reporters and announcers spoke.

The most freeing piece of information came to Roy through a phone call from the HUD representative.  Lee worked in the HUD office.  The information was the assurance that any news of Lee’s fate would come first via phone to Roy, before it would be announced on television.  Roy and those gathered with him no longer had to remain glued to the television.

It didn’t take me long in that situation to realize that the television reporting hour by hour, day by day, could create a terrifying view of reality in the minds of those who were homebound, for whom the television was a constant companion.  I asked folks in the congregation to phone homebound friends and neighbors to reassure them.

The solution seemed to me to be getting the homebound out of the house, even if it was just to stand outside and look around.  Then they could see with their very own eyes that reality had not been shattered completely.  The houses around them were still there.  The sidewalks and streets, the trees and flowers and birds and squirrels were still as they had been.

For the most part what is seen on television is not real.  Reality television programs have been set up for their entertainment value — they are not real.  Even the news is a gathering of sensational stories framed in ways that are as dramatic as possible to keep viewers coming back to that station.  The antidote to what is not real is what is real.

It is important to get away from the television and find a way to interact with live people.   The people on television are acting, pretending, entertaining.  The troubled economy is real, the swine flu is real, but the world has not crumbled into useless rubble.  Interacting with real people allows the possibility of making good decisions about doing what you can actually do to help protect your savings or increase the chances of your avoiding catching the flu.

Used appropriately, television can be a helpful tool in caring for someone whose life has been drastically altered by a debilitating disease.  It is a tool like a knife.  It is very useful, but also dangerous.  As a window through which reality is experienced, it can increase the fears of someone who is already afraid of what is coming due to their disease.  It needs not to be the only window.

For some whose Loved Ones are no longer able to get out at all, or are overstimulated by going out in public, finding music to listen to, television programs that lift their spirits, reading to them, singing to them or with them, reminiscing about times gone by with them (or to them if they are no longer verbal), inviting an old friend over, offer some options that might work with them.

Yes, the television is friend and foe.  It is not a healthy substitute for reality, real people, real relationships.  It is a tool that needs to be used carefully.

Now I need to go and find out if Tony and Agent David have traced down the information Gibbs needs to solve the murders.  (I already know, I have seen it at least twelve times!)

P.S. In case you are wondering what a fabric store emergency might be, it is this: you take your suit coat to a sewing shop to have a button sewn on only to be sent to the fabric store to find replacements that match, since you lost the button that came off.  It was a terrifying experience!  It is a wonder that I lived to tell about it!

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April 30, 2009

Caregivers’ Fears

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It has been some time since Mary Ann has told me she was seeing the two parents and two children in the house. I thought that hallucination had subsided with the last increase in the dosage of a medicine intended to control the hallucinations (Seroquel).  Today she told me that she wished that the Thursday people would stop coming.  I asked and she confimed that she was talking about the family she sees sometimes at our house.  I asked if she was scared of them.  The Neurologist always asks if the hallucinations are scary.  She answered, “I just wish they would go home.”

We returned from our vacation last Friday evening.  It is now Wednesday, and the hallucinations, the daytime napping, the fainting, the confusion that often comes during recuperation from travel are still continuing.  The recuperation this time seems to be taking longer than in the past.

With Parkinson’s Disease Dementia (a Lewy Body Dementia), people can move quickly and dramatically from a time of confusion and all the rest of the increased symptoms, to a time of crystal clear thinking.  What is always uncertain when symptoms increase is if the person will return to the normal that preceded the episode or stay at the new place, settling into a new normal.

What has often happened in the past is that when I have reached the point of concluding that she has declined to a new level, have emailed the kids and maybe our extended family and friends, reporting the decline, the next day, she has rallied and returned to clarity of thinking, the former alertness and the capacity to stay up most of the day.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day, but maybe it won’t.  One of the fears of this and other Caregivers is that they have witnessed a permanent move to a lower level of functionality, another sign of the disease heading farther along the path toward its ultimate conclusion   One of the signs of the progression of the Dementia is daytime sleeping.  Some reach a point of seldom being awake.

The fears that come with Caregiving are legion.  What follows is a litany of some of those fears in no particular order:

Sometimes when Mary Ann’s Parkinson’s medicine kicks in, she breathes heavily and the breathing sounds labored.  Arms and legs are waving.  Often she has a hot flash at the same time with sweat poring off her.  It seems as if she is just going to explode.  It seems impossible that her heart can take it.  Sometimes when she walks ten or twenty feet the labored breathing starts.  I am afraid a clot will break loose from a heart blockage and she will be gone in minutes.

Whenever we are in a place that has tables or desks with sharp corners, having seen her fall countless numbers of times, I fear that she will get up and head off quickly, lose her balance or faint and hit her head.  She has fallen and hit her head.  We have had trips to the Emergency Room.  The fear is justified.  We have removed almost everything in out home that she could fall on and do serious damage.

She has had one stroke already.  She could at any time  have another.  There is a lesion on with a rough place on it in one of her carotid arteries.  The next fall could be her last.

When she is in a deep sleep and has not moved for a long period of time, I will look closely to make sure I can see some movement indicating that she is still breathing.

There is the fear that the time is likely to come when I cannot care for her at home.  Each decline brings that potentiality closer.  The thought of a nursing home, even a nice one, is intolerable.  I respond to her every need.  I can read her non-verbals.  I know the way she thinks.  No one else is going to give her the constant attention she deserves.  I have great respect for those who work with the aged and infirmed.  It is still a harsh reality that there are too few caring for too many, especially at night.

Then there is the strain on the Caregiver who travels back and forth to the Nursing Home, some spending most of every day there with their Loved One.  I have read posts written by many who are completely worn out by the demands of attending to their Loved One in a Nursing Home.

There are fears about the financial drain of Caregiving.  If there is to be long term care (try getting long term careinsurance for someone diagnosed with Parkinson’s at age forty-five), the division of assets demands drawing down a life savings.

Caregivers fear getting hurt.  If I end up in the hospital for any reason, what will happen to Mary Ann?  When the ambulance with me inside it leaves the house, who will take care of Mary Ann.

What will happen to her if I die first?  Years ago when there was some misinformation that suggested my heart was about to give out, I remember coming to a very peaceful acceptance that my life has been filled with meaning and purpose and good relationships, my children have grown to be better people than I could ever have hoped (there were no grandchildren yet when this happened), my faith is strong and secure.  It would be okay whatever happened.  As a Caregiver, the fear is not so much a fear of death but the impact of that death on others,  In my case, it is Mary Ann. It is the impact her needs would have on our children.

Then there is the selfish fear.  If she goes first, what will I do without her.  I fell in love with her in the summer of 1962.  You do the math.  In terms of human relationships, she has been the center of my world for all those years.  Our marriage has been far from perfect, but we have hung in there with one another and would prefer continuing doing to do so.

Caregivers have fears!  We can pretend otherwise, deny them, ignore them, or accept them.  We can be destroyed by them or live well in spite of them.  Which we do is a choice we make.  What makes sense to me is to look at the object of the fear and make plans for what we fear becoming a reality.  Do what we have the power to do in preparation for each contingency, and then get on with life.

The truth is that we all have fears, no matter what our circumstances are.  Each of us must choose how we will live.  Will it be with terror or with peace in our hearts?

For me it is a quiet trust in a Someone whom I believe to have constructed me and sustained me that allows me to live in peace.  The peace is a gift from that Someone.  I don’t deny that I am sometimes afraid.  It is just that the fear does not define me and rule my life.  I choose the peace.

For Caregivers who do not look to someone outside themselves for peace, peace can still be found.  Facing the fear, stepping back from it, doing what you have the power to do and recognizing the limits of your power free you to settle back into the life-generating core of your being.  It is a sort of reality therapy that provides healing.

Caregivers’ fears are legion.  They are rational fears.  What they fear may happen, may happen.  Even in the face of their fears, Caregivers are free to choose peace.

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April 29, 2009

Caregivers’ Unhealthy Eating Habits

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I just finished a piece of wonderfully decadent chocolate pie.  Life is good!

For a few months we are providing a place to stay for the Pastor who is now the Senior Pastor at the Congregation from which I retired nine months ago.  His children are finishing the school year before the family moves to town.  The Congregation is bringing a meal a couple of times a week so that he can have real food once in a while.  Cooking is not one of my gifts. What a treat it has been to greet people at the door, loaded down with containers of nourishing food, providing an entire meal including dessert!

What was the norm for meals before he arrived, and what will be the norm again when he and his family settle into the home they have found here, is not so lavish and nourishing.  On a good day, there may be a relatively nourishing full meal.  A good day does not usually come more than once or twice in a week.  I like vegetables, and I can steam broccoli and will do the same with the freshly picked asparagus I hope to find at a local country market in the next few days.

The reality is that our normal does not include daily home cooked meals, far from it.  There are some dynamics in our pattern of living that do not make healthful eating an easy thing to do.  I suppose that Caregivers who have had food preparation as an element of their portfolio prior to the addition of the chronic illness to the family, do a good job of providing regular.  Cooking was not part of my portfolio.

Among the dynamics of caregiving that works against eating regular, balanced and nourishing meals, is the impact the chronic disease has on the appetite of the one receiving the care.  In the case of Parkinson’s Disease and Lewy Body Dementia, one of the early signs is the loss of the sense of smell and taste.  I have in the past asked Mary Ann how she determines what she likes and dislikes since from long before she was diagnosed with Parkinson’s those senses had diminished.  I don’t know exactly how she answered, but my memory of what she said is that there are some flavors she can pick up, then there are textures and visual cues and just a general awareness of what she likes and dislikes.

One thing that many of the Lewy Body Dementia Spuoses online group say is that their Loved Ones like ice cream.  One said that a health professional told her that the taste buds that sense sweetness are the last to go.  Mary Ann could easily eat two large servings of ice cream a day if it was available.  I need to add quickly, that when I was growing up, at least during the summer months, I remember my parents and I heading to the Oatman Dairy for hot fudge sundaes (topped wtih salted pecans) pretty much every evening.  My taste for ice cream is legendary among those who know me.  Don’t start a conversation with me about ice cream unless you have a substantial amount of time to give to that conversation.

Here is one of the problems Caregivers have in their attempt at healthy eating and weight control.  It is the needs of the one for whom they are caring that take priority.  Especially when there is some level of dementia in the picture, food issues emerge.  Just finding foods that are acceptable is no simple matter. The house ends up filled with what the one affected by the disease will eat.

Sometimes there are diet restrictions placed on the one with the chronic or progressive disease.  He/she may have diabetes or heart disease added to the primary illness.  It would seem then that it would be easy to maintain good eating habits.  Not so!  When your Loved One is suffering from some sort of major debilitating disease that steals them much of what brings them joy, how can they be denied a few simple pleasures.  If Mary Ann likes ice cream, that is what she gets.  The ice cream may be a couple of scoops from Baskin – Robbins, or a Sheridan’s Concrete, or a Turtle Sundae at G’s Frozen Custard, or a Dairy Queen Blizzard, or a Pecan Caramel Fudge Sundae at the Braum’s Dairy an hour away.  She likes Glory Days’ Pizza.  She gets a couple of slices of all meat pizza once a week, providing her with two meals.  She likes burgers and fries and KFC and Long John Silver’s and Steak and Shake and a Steak Burger and Cheese from the Classic Bean. She loves sweet jello dishes with cool whip and sour cream or cottage cheese.  She likes bratwurst and sour kraut and beef and potatoes and pork roast and chops.  Lunch at home almost always includes handfuls of Fritos and a regular Pepsi.

Yes, she has heart issues and should not be eating red meat or anything with cholesterol.  Yes, she has had congestive heart failure suggesting a diet low in sodium.  But she also has Orthostatic Hypotension (low blood pressure episodes) that is controlled better when fluid is retained allowing blood pressure to remain at a higher level.  Salt provides that fluid retention.

After weeks or months or years of trying to negotiate the mine field of evil foods, after fighting endless battles on what should and shouldn’t be eaten, this Caregiver, and most with whom I interact have concluded that there is more to be lost than gained by continuing the battles.  What is the point of denying someone simple pleasures just to add some more years to avoid those simple pleasures.

One thing that militates against a Caregiver eating a healthy diet is that the house is filled with food that is not helpful to maintaining a good balanced diet.  Of course the presence of that evil food does not force the Caregiver to eat it!  Isn’t the obvious solution simply to have healthful foods in the house to eat as well as the evil foods?  It may be the obvious solution to the problem, but it doen’t work.

The real culprit that sabotages efforts at healthy eating is the stress that comes with the task of living on a roller coaster going at breakneck speed completely out of control.  Food is the drug of choice for Caregivers.  We may not be able to stop the roller coaster, but we can head for the kitchen and eat a bowl of ice cream followed by a handful (or two) of cheddar cheese flavored Sun Chips.  We can slather the back of a a couple frozen cookies spoonfulls of Nutella.  We can eat a heaping spoon of chunky peanut butter dipped in a dish of chocolate chips.  Caregivers’penchant for late nights provides plenty of time for more than one foray into the kitchen. If we can’t stop the roller coaster, at least we can treat ourselves while we ride.

This is where suggestions for solutions to the problem usually come in these posts.  If I had a solution to this one, I wouldn’t have 165 pounds hanging on a frame built for 145.  I guess I need to watch Oprah while I eat my afternoon snack.

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April 27, 2009

Caregivers: Hallucinations and Confusion

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Either there were two mice fighting on Mary Ann’s bed this afternoon as she was preparing for a nap, there were bubbles rolling down the hallway as she sat in front of the television earlier today, and there was a cat on the floor two pews ahead of us when we sat down for the Evening Service at church tonight or Mary Ann has been hallucinating today.   Lots and lots of times throughout the day from the time she got up in the morning until she went to bed tonight she has picked up non-existent threads from the floor, pulled them off her fingers and my hand once also.   

I knew today would be a day of hallucinations and confusion.  For reasons  almost never obvious to us when it happens, last night was one of the nights she was not able to get to sleep.  She was restless – up and down for water, trips to the commode, to eat a snack, to straighten her bedding, to reposition in bed, all demanding my participation.  Needless to say, I am not at my best today either. 

It pretty much never fails that when she does not sleep at night, the next day she regularly crosses the nearby threshold from lucidity to confusion and hallucinating.  The confusion is especially difficult since in her case it is not always clear if she is confused or talking about something real.  She wanted me to get a fruit jar from the basement to send to our Daughter whom she said wanted a clothes pin (or didn’t know what one looked like).  I haven’t yet emailed my daughter to see if they had a conversation the last time we saw her that might explain this . 

I am assuming that this episode last night and today is part of our recuperation process after traveling a couple of times in the last three weeks.  It seems as if she is more vulnerable to bouts of confusion, long daytime naps and hallucinations after traveling.  It is not always clear, however, what causes the adventures into the  part of her thinking and seeing that is not within the bounds of reality. 

Mary Ann’s first major bout of confusion came almost two years ago.  She began to faint often one day and struggle to be clear where she was and what we were doing.  She moved into a non-responsive mode.  She could sit in front of the television, eat food and, with the usual assistance, manage to get bathroom duties accomplished.  It seemed as if she had left the planet mentally.  She did not recognize our Daughter (very painful for her) when she came by to bring Mary Ann something.  By about the fourth day of this, I became convinced that she had crossed a threshold permanently.  Then, without any hint as to why, on that Tuesday morning she woke up completely lucid and conversant without a hint of confusion.  She was able to remember some of the time during her seeming mental departure. 

Parkinson’s Disease Dementia and Lewy Body Dementia have the somewhat unique and insidious characteristic of moving dramatically and quickly between confusion and lucidity.  Some recent threads of posts on the Caregivers of spouses with Lewy Body Dementia have been about the challenge of dealing with the hallucinations, confusion, sometimes paranoia.  PDD and LBD folks live on a margin between reality and somewhere else.  They can move from one place to the other without warning, with no obvious triggering event.  This is different from the somewhat predictable Sundown Effect that comes with Alzheimer’s Disease. 

One thing that Caregivers of Loved Ones with PDD or LBD struggle with is that those who visit or talk with their Loved One may only see and hear the lucidity.  They wonder what the Caregiver is talking about when suggesting that their Loved One has Dementia.  That problem can be especially troublesome when other family members don’t believe there is a problem, while the primary Caregiver is going crazy trying to deal with their Loved One and make difficult decisions. 

A number of those who post in the LBD Spouses group have far more bizarre expressions of delusional behavior and hallucinations.  Some have dealt with Capras delusions in which the person is convinced that their Caregiver (even if a spouse or child) has been replaced by someone who looks just like them.  They will ask to see the other you.  Some who have dealt with that delusion suggest simply telling the person you will go and get the real you, then they leave the room and return announcing that you are now the real person.   There is another delusion called Reduplicative Paramnesia in which the person thinks that the room has been replaced by a duplicate that is not the real one.  One Caregiver said she asked her Loved One if it would be okay to go ahead and stay in this new room.  Some Caregivers in the LBD group, who live in what they call Lewy Land, have to put up with spouses saying horrible things to them, lashing out at them, being accused of all sorts of infidelities because of the paranoia. 

When I read those posts I am grateful that Mary Ann is lucid most of the time, other than on days like this.  The most disturbing hallucinations have been the times she has seen a man and two children, then a man, woman and two children, finally accusing me of protecting them by lying when I explained to her (in what seemed like a lucid moment) that they were not really there. 

The general wisdom is not to argue with the person who is hallucinating since they are actually seeing what we cannot see.  My seat of the pants approach to her hallucinations is to explain that while she can actually see what she is hallucinating, it is not there outside of her mind, in a way that I can do anything about.  When she sees the mice in bed, I run my hands over the spot to verify they are not there.  I wait for her to throw away the threads or have her hand them to me to throw away.  I offer to take her to the place where she sees whatever it is to be. 

While she has told me that the problem is not that she is hallucinating but that I don’t believe her, for the most part, we have been able to work through the hallucinations and the confusion without major problems.  Judging from the experience of others, the time of major problems with hallucinations and confusion and paranoia will come.   

As with most Caregivers, we live in a fragile world traveling on a very narrow road with steep precipices on both sides.  It is not for the faint of heart! 

The problem is that most of us in the Role of Caregiver are  faint of heart.  We are at times scared and frustrated and out of control.  We take each moment as it comes, dealing well sometimes and poorly other times with what we encounter in a particular moment.  We just make do, and in doing so we survive to live to deal with whatever the next moment brings. 

It is interesting to me what impact the accumulation of surviving those moment by moment encounters has on our sense of value and purpose.  Even as our coping skills seem to diminish, a quiet strength appears.  It grows little by little as we endure.  I have more respect than words can express for those in the LBD Spouses online group who have traveled much farther down the narrow road that we have.  They are truly heroes. 

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April 18, 2009

Prolonged Grieving for Caregivers/Receivers

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Downstairs on a quilt rack is a queen-sized Sampler Quilt. A Sampler Quilt is a quilt made with many different patterns that serve as samples of traditional quilt blocks. That quilt was stitched entirely by hand — no machine quilting. The stitches are even and very, very tiny, the way quilt stitches are supposed to be. It took Mary Ann two years to transform pieces of fabric into a completed quilt. Parkinson’s has stolen from her the ability to handle a needle at all, let alone sew a quilt.

Those who have a progressive disease with no known cure are forced to watch their abilities, abilities that that helped define them as unique individuals, diminish until each one crosses a threshold that leaves them empty of that ability. Each loss is a little death. It is grieved just as if a piece of her/hiim has died. Each loss brings with it all the same stages that have been used to describe the grieving process that is experienced after losing a loved one.

Most of the times Mary Ann and I find ourselves in conflict it is because we disagree on the degree to which one of her abilities has diminished. She is convinced she hasn’t crossed the boundary that leaves that ability on the other side, out of reach. I am often more ready to find acceptance than she is when an ability is lost to her. While the conflicts are unsettling, seeing her fighting acceptance reassures me that she is still her feisty self. When I see her accept whatever loss it is, I feel a deep sadness that a little of her is lost.

Watching someone you love lose a bit of herself grieves the Caregiver. To put it in more dramatic terms, Caregivers watch their Loved Ones die a little at a time for however long the caregiving goes on. While that is a harsh way to speak of it, calling each loss a death helps put in motion the process that ultimately can lead to acceptance.

Please understand, there is no way to make this part of the life of a Caregiver and Carereceiver pleasant and fulfilling. What can happen is by accepting the loss, full attention can be given to the task of building a new reality that has new ways of finding meaning and fulfillment. That, of course, is far easier said than done.

As a Caregiver, I am tasked with finding new ways to live meaningfully, when old ones are no longer available. I cannot stop the progression of the disease, the process of decline, but I can look for places to stop along the way, places of significance and meaning, places that could not be discovered if still trapped in the grief.

As I was thinking about this today, it dawned on me that the chronically ill and their caregivers are not alone on this journey of loss and grief and the need for acceptance. Every one of us who has seen a gray hair or felt the sharp stab of some arthritis or seen wrinkles where the skin used to be smooth and taut, every one of us who has been defeated at our favorite sport by someone younger and more agile has some grieving to do.

Since we are all mortal and confronted by our mortality at every sign of aging, we all have the challenge of identifying what we have lost and moving through the grieving process to acceptance. Otherwise we will waste the time of life we are in trying to live in a time long gone. We will miss whatever opportunities lie embedded in the present, opportunities unavailable to us until now.

For those with Parkinson’s Disease or any other seriously debilitating disease, the pace of the loss is increased, the degree intensified. There is just more grieving to do and more acceptance to seek. The abilities in those with a progressive disease may diminish to the extent that it seems virtually impossible to find anything left for them to do.

In almost forty years of pastoring, I have been invited innumerable times into peoples’ lives at the death of someone they loved.  (Sometimes it was someone I loved too.)  Sometimes the death came at the end of a long life. Sometimes there was a protracted illness. Sometimes people stood watch as their loved ones died painfully.  Sometimes the death came so suddenly as to leave them breathless, having had no time to prepare or say goodbye.  No matter how it happens, a death must be grieved. It is not a matter of one being harder or easier to deal with, each must be grieved.

For those who are Caregivers for someone with a progressive disease for which there is no known cure, the grieving is spread over all the years of Caregiving.  There are times when the pace is measured by small steps and times when there are frightening leaps toward the inevitable end of the journey.  Grieving is an important process in the journey.  It gives us a chance to express a variety of emotions, to deny for a while whatever it is that has been lost, to spew out some anger, to spend time wondering what we could do to change it, to just feel bad about it for a while and finally to recognize it for what it is, another step we have taken as we travel along with each other and the disease.

When we move through grief in a healthy way, the accepance that comes frees us to be ready to see what possibilities lie in the present.  We are able to see them and judge their value by what is so in the present, not by a past that is no longer accessible.

It must be added that those of us who deal with Parkinson’s Disease, Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, Lewy Body Dementia and a number of diseases like them have the even more frustrating challenge of grieving the loss of one level of functionality, only to see it return for a time, then disappear, return again, all without any identifible pattern.  It is sort of like the weather in Kansas and Oklahoma.  If you don’t like it, just wait a bit, and it will change. One loss may be grieved many times.  There is joy when what has been lost returns and sadness when it leaves again.  We have the challenge of grieving the loss of consistency and the ability to make and realize plans based on the abilities that exist at the moment.  We have to develop the ability to turn on a dime and change directions based on what is so in each moment as it comes.  Our need is to come to acceptance that we are not on a train moving at a measured pace in a certain direction.  Our need is to accept that we are on a roller coaster with all the twists and turns, ups and downs, with no way of knowing when or where we will be next.  We know the destination for certain.  We just have no idea when that destination come and the roller coaster will stop.

In the meantime, the journey with Parkinson’s or any debilitating disease accompanying us demands that we learn to grieve effectively.  The grieving helps us find our way to acceptance so that we can live in the present, so that we can see and take advantage of whatever opportunities lie in the present as it really is.  The ability to grieve losses effectively frees us to live with meaning and purpose the life we have each day as it comes.  The day we are in is the only one we have for sure.  Grieving well frees us to live it to the full.

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