After she settled around 9pm last evening, she slept soundly until 2pm this afternoon.  There was one interruption as the Hospice Aide tried to get her up for a shower.  She told the Aide she was too tired.  I agreed that she needed the sleep more than a shower.

When she got up at 2pm, after getting dressed, eating something and taking pills, she sat for a while.  After lying in bed so long, the Orthostatic Hypotension (fainting due to low blood pressure when standing) was really creating problems.  She had some healthy intestinal production, but fainted numerous times before, after and during that activity.

Every time she stood up she fainted.  Even so, she kept standing up again and again.  Eventually, she was fainting so much, I put her back into bed.  She slept for another hour or two.

This morning, shades for the sun room were installed (three of the four — one needed to be remade to fit better).  The activity did not bother Mary Ann.  Also, while she was sleeping, Volunteer Coordinator Mary, brought over some flowers for Mary Ann’s birthday tomorrow.  Mary arranged the flowers and put them in a vase.  At the same time that was happening, Landscaper Sheila, who had smelled leaking gas at the meter when she was working outside the last couple of days, phoned the Gas company to check for a leak.  The truck arrived and the Gas Service Worker checked and found a leak that will need a substantial repair. He put some tape on it for a temporary repair until the full repair is done in a couple of weeks. A new meter will be put in also.

Of course the new landscaping will be torn up and a Forsythia bush removed in the process.  Sheila will prepare the area and replant the bush when the time comes.

After Mary Ann’s nap, she got up in time to enjoy the meal that friends and former parishioners Don and Edie brought over at about 6pm.  Don was the cook.  It was a great meal.  Mary Ann was very tired and struggled to eat, even with my help.

During the afternoon, former parishioners John and Marilyn phoned and then brought over Marilyn’s traditional gift for Mary Ann.  It is a three layer chocolate cake with thick fluffy white frosting covered with coconut.  Because of the frosting it needs to be refrigerated.  The cake looks as if it would be almost too rich to eat, especially with frosting so thick.  On the contrary, it is very light, melting into wonderful waves of chocolaty gentle sweetness.

After the cake, Mary Ann seemed to drift into what looked almost as if she had fainted.  While Don and Edie cleaned up the kitchen, I got Mary Ann into bed for another nap.   Don and Edie and I talked for quite a while.  After they left, I got Mary Ann up to get her pajamas on and take her pills.  She is now back in bed.

The Parkinson’s Specialist’s Nurse and I connected this morning.  She reported that Dr. Pahwa suggests trying an additional half of a Seroquel pill in the morning in addition to her evening dose.  We are to try that for just a few days and call in to let him know what is happening.  The last time we increased the Seroquel, the dementia got very much worse for three days before there was the hoped for improvement.  From the way the suggestion was reported, I inferred that there is not much hope this will help and maybe some fear that the dementia will worsen — if that’s possible.

Last night because Mary Ann slept so well, I was able to get a full night’s sleep.  It sure felt good.  I am feeling greedy enough tonight to hope and pray for another night of sleep.  Whether or not that hope is realized and prayer answered remains to be seen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The hallucinations/delusions/dreams mixed with reality finally calmed enough by about 3am this morning for her to get to sleep.  The good news is that she stayed asleep long enough so that I could get caught up.  I got up a little before 10am.  She slept on until almost noon.

While she slept this morning, I filled a couple of feeders and then sat inside watching the activity outside on the deck, at the bird feeders and in the waterfall area.  The experience reminded me of pictures of folks going through an aquarium that has an underwater tunnel allowing them to watch the fish from inside their environment.  I sat in my little box (made of ticky-tacky??) as an observer, while they were foraging out in the open.

It was better than watching a huge high definition television screen.  There was a new character who joined the cast this morning.  It took me a few minutes to be sure what that flash of color was.  It was a Baltimore Oriole in search of food.  I had hung a Hummingbird feeder, an Oriole feeder and I had put out a dish of grape jelly, with little hope of actually enticing an Oriole to come by and spend some time.

The Oriole seemed a little confused.  He fluttered back and forth toward the glass of the sun room.  He moved to one of bushes next to a side window in the dining room and flew at that for a little.  Then he fluttered over to the hummingbird feeder and hung pretty much upside down, apparently managing to get some of the sugar water.

Then he moved over to the rail just below the Oriole feeder and not far from the dish of jelly.  Surprisingly, he just did not manage to spot the jelly, just two feet from where he was standing.  He fluttered up to the Oriole feeder and did not drink any of the orange sugar water there, but found the little pockets of jelly around the edge of the feeder.  By the way, I am using the word “flutter” very intentionally.  It was not just flying he was doing, it was what looked like very haphazard fluttering of his wings, allowing him to fly in place while trying to figure out where and how to land.

After Mary Ann finally got up, she ate a normal breakfast (she had not eaten supper last evening).  She was very subdued — almost completely non-verbal.  After eating, she agreed to head out in the car to do a few things.

Of course the first stop was PT’s for a cup of coffee, a single origin Ethiopian this time.  Then we went to a grocery that has a large seasonal garden center set up on their parking lot.  There we found a favorite hanging plant with small deep blue blossoms (sorry, no tag on the plant with its name).  Rather than hanging the plant, I put it right outside the lower window next to the sliding glass door to the deck.  That is the spot the Robin used for staging his attacks on his reflection in that glass panel.  The two spots on the deck on either side of the sliding glass door have provided the bonus of serving as perfect display areas for enjoying flowering plants from inside and outside.

After getting the plant (for Mother’s Day), we went to the farm produce store north of town to get asparagus.  We usually get three or four pounds each time we go since the season is fairly short.  The only other item they had that was from their own fields was Rhubarb.  I couldn’t resist it.  Mary Ann’s Rhubarb pie is so good that given the choice between a piece of that pie and a Turtle Sundae from G’s, I would eat the pie.  Those of you who know me well understand just how good that pie must be. The problem with getting the Rhubarb is that there is a long way between a handful of Rhubarb stalks and a piece of that pie.  Whether that long way will be traversed any time soon remains to be seen.

By the time we were back in town, Mary Ann was ready to have lunch.  I had only had a banana for breakfast, so I was anxious to eat.  We went to her favorite, Bobo’s, for a cheeseburger and fries.  I had the more healthful fish sandwich, deep fried and slathered with tartar sauce. Mary Ann was able to handle the burger and fries with little help.

After lunch I stopped at the Wild Bird store to pick up a couple of things and get some lessons on Oriole and Hummingbird feeding.  The message was, throw out the old sugar water and make new.  That is what I did when we got home.

Mary Ann had started dozing in the car, so as soon as we got home, I got her in bed to nap.

While she was sleeping and after I finished redoing the feeders, I sat and watched the big screen nature channel provided by the sun room glass.  One thing that I had noted when doing the feeders was that something had been at the grape jelly.  After a time of watching, the Oriole returned and headed directly for the jelly.  I hope he brings friends.

Mary Ann has slept straight through supper (I tried getting her up, but it didn’t work).  At about 9pm I got her changed into her pajamas and and the nighttime pills taken.  She still did not want to eat.  She finally stirred a little about fifteen minutes ago (about 10:40pm).  I sat her up and asked if she wanted something to eat.  She chose a single serving container of applesauce.  It turned out to be a bit of a new experience.  As I put the second spoonful in her mouth, she seemed to resist.  I went a few feet to get a nearby napkin.  When I turned back around, she had fainted and was completely out, gratefully having fallen to the side, still on the bed.

I got her back up into a sitting position after she came around and continued to feed her the applesauce.  She fainted again.  This time I was sitting next to her on the downhill side, so I was able to hold her up.  After she came around again, I resumed feeding her the applesauce.  With only a spoonful left she went out again.  This time I got her down to the pillow, moved her around into a comfortable position, where she is at the moment.

I am concerned that the daytime sleeping a third day in a row is fueling a switch between day and night for her, sleeping in the daytime and agitated at night with hallucinations, delusions and dreams confused with reality.  I am not sure what to do about it, since when she sleeps during the day, it is not just a light sleep from which she can be kept awake by urging activity.  She just shuts off.  She can’t stay awake.  The converse is also true.  When she is awake at night, she just can’t make herself sleep and not dream or hallucinate or have delusional thoughts.

I am very grateful for the pleasure and the calming that comes with sitting and watching the activity outside those panels of glass in the sunroom.  It does not seem to get boring since there is always the hope of some new cast member joining the regulars, the Mallards, Mourning Doves, Grackles, Robins, Blue Jays, Cardinals, House Sparrows, House Finches, Cowbirds and Fox Squirrels.  The Possum only comes at night, so I have not enjoyed watching him, just dumping the Possum pellets out of the ground feeder in the morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I as sitting on the deck enjoying a beautiful evening after Mary Ann went to bed.  The video monitor was out there with me.  She started getting up, so I went in to see what she needed.  She asked if the police were gone.  As confused as I usually am when things come out of nowhere, I asked what they were here for.  She said there was a break-in and the copper tree had been taken.  That is a large metal wall sculpture that hangs in our living room.  Mary Ann was looking at the bedroom wall when she said it was missing.

I told her that the police had not been here, that she must have been dreaming, that there had been no break-in, that I was here the whole time, and that the tree is still hanging in the living room.  After we talked a while, she wanted to go out to the living room to see the tree.  We did so.

After getting her in bed again, I folded the chair and brought the monitor in from the deck and came back to the computer.  She started moving again.  This time she said she didn’t want to go to the hospital.  I asked her if something was wrong that she thought she might need to go to the hospital.  She said “they” told her to get dressed.  Then she said, “You know we were broken into.”

She decided to use the commode, but when she got on it, she didn’t need to use it.  She started talking in that fast sort of jibberish, but I recognized the word “organization.”  I repeated the word and she confirmed that is what she said, but there was nothing connected to the word that either of us could identify.  When I lifted her from the commode to transfer her back into the bed, she fainted.  After swinging her on to the bed, I eased her into a lying position.  I had to try to get her pajama bottoms back up when she came around and was awake again.  She wanted to go out into the living room to see what was going on.  We went out there and she fainted again.

I asked her if she wanted to sit in her chair in front of the television.  I thought that just maybe the television and living room setting might help her hang on to reality until she was tired enough to fall asleep and get through the REM cycle (where the dreams occur) into deeper sleep.  Before I could get her to her spot, she sort of fell asleep in her chair.  It was apparent that she would not be able to sit up on her own.

I got her back to bed.  Since then she had another dream that I was lying on top of someone.  All of this has happened in the span of about a half hour.  At this rate it will be an impossible night.  At the moment she is lying in bed, facing the television watching her very favorite program “House.”  My hope is that she will remain engaged in it for a while, just giving me a break so that I can finish this post.

Last night was better than the night before, but not wonderful.  She got up early and I set her up in front of the televsion so that I could get a little more sleep.  After I got showered and dressed. we took care of her pills, breakfast, got her dressed.  During that time, she seemed reasonably connected.  We talked more about yesterday morning’s angry accusation.  She seemed to have gotten past it, at least at that moment.

Shortly after breakfast, she asked to lie down.  She slept for three hours or so.  During that time friend Tim came by with a vase of irises for her.  Tim is husband to Volunteer Jan.  When Mary Ann woke up, she had her usual, fairly small lunch.  During the last of the time she was eating, she needed to use the bathroom.  After we returned to the table, I got her into the dining room chair to eat the last of the chips and have some Pepsi.  Then she just sort of switched off.  It was almost as if she had fainted but not completely.

… break to respond to Mary Ann.  She now thinks she is in the hospital, wondering what they are going to do to her.  Watching “House” may not be helping, but she was concerned about the hospital before that program came on.  She wants the television left on.

…back to lunch time today.  Since she just switched off, I took her back to bed.  She slept a few more hours.  She got up long enough for supper, but ate very little.  Neither did she want to go out for the Blizzard of the Month at Dairy Queen (Buster Bar Blizzard, fudge and peanuts mixed in ice cream), nor did she even take the offer of ice cream from the freezer.  Very soon, she wanted to go to bed again.  She was quiet for about an hour before the living dreams fired up.

Since she has slept so much today, she may very well be up and active most of the night.  I dread that thought. (I just made a trip to help her to the commode.)

On the positive side, I got some devotional reading done this afternoon as I sat on the deck.  Again this evening I had some more quiet time to relax on the deck.  Much of the time I was out there, the Mallard ducks were sitting in the waterfall.  At one point there was a little drama as the two all of a sudden high tailed it off one way as fast as they could waddle.  Soon there was another Drake coming from the opposite direction and heading after them.  The next time I went out there was a hen by herself in the waterfall.  By the way, the ducks, especially the hens, are almost completely invisible when they are in the waterfall and the greenery and rocks right around it.  Even though they are no more than twenty-five feet away and I know they are there, I need the binoculars to differentiate the hen from the background.

The Bluejays and Grackles are constantly busy, with doves and the occasional Cardinal, Robin or Sparrow joining in the activity when I am out there.  There is not much variety of birds, but the ones that are there are entertaining.  Again, there was a great breeze growing into wind at various times.  The sky was bright and blue with a few wispy clouds. The trees are almost in full leaf.  The green of the leaves and the newly mown grass has that spring vibrance.

…there she goes again.  Just a Tums.

At the moment, as I write, the window in my office is open so that I can enjoy the sound of the wind, the cool air coming in the window and the fairly mild episodes of thunder and lightning.  So far very little if any rain has fallen. The volume of the thunder is increasing, as is the number of lightning flashes.

…another Tums.  Television off.

I will finish editing and get to bed in hopes that it will help that I am in the room with her — I doubt it.

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…No small matter for a retired preacher.  This one came so much out of the blue, that at first I was completely at a loss as to how to respond.

The night had been a tough one.  Mary Ann just could not settle.  We were up many times.  The frequency diminished to once every half hour or forty-five minutes after about 3am.  The last one was at 4:45am before I got up at 6:30am to prepare for the Spiritual Formation group that meets on the deck (weather permitting — downstairs otherwise).  I complained to Mary Ann that I would be getting up soon and wanted at least a couple hours of sleep before then.

Mary Ann was sleeping soundly when I got up to get ready for the Group.  Since a couple of folks couldn’t make it there were only two of us this morning.  We talked for a bit on the deck until I saw Mary Ann moving.  I keep the video monitor with me during the group when there is no Wednesday morning Volunteer.

I went in, and as she was lying on the bed facing me, I asked if she needed to use the commode.  Wide-eyed and angry sounding, she said in a strong voice, “Don’t lie to me!  I know you have been out all night smoking Marijuana.  You wreak of it!”  Yes, preacher of many words that I am, I was completely baffled and at a loss to know how to respond.

It is such a mystery how those synaptic connections can create thoughts with no context.  We both preceded the baby boomers by long enough that Marijuana had not yet been invented when we were in high school.  We didn’t experiment nor did our kids have any apparent experience with it.  In fact I asked Mary Ann this morning how she knew what Marijuana smelled like that she decided I was wreaking of it.  She said the kids told her.

Realizing that since she began this interaction with the non-sequitur response to my question about the commode that I should stop lying, I tried to connect with something that might bring her back to reality.  I asked who exactly she thought it was who was up with her multiple times all night long if I was gone.  I reminded her of my complaining at the 4:45am commode trip.  She remembered that.

I got her up and to the table to eat something before Bath Aide Zandra arrived.  She seemed to be transitioning at least part way back to reality.  I then commented on how angry she was this morning — to which she responded “So would you.”   She seemed to be back to feeling that it was real and not a dream/hallucination.

I asked if she still smelled the Marijuana.  She said, yes.  Then as if to hint that maybe it was not true that I had been smoking it, she said she knew that the kids smoked it.  She had seen them the last time we visited there.  She was referring to our Kentucky crew.  Then she said that the last time the Kentucky Daughter Lisa was here she said that she smoked.  At this point Mary Ann switched to talking about regular cigarettes.  Anyone who knows Lisa realizes just how crazy that suggestion is.  Mary Ann said that Son Micah told her he did not smoke.

I don’t remember so much as a recent news broadcast that would have brought the word Marijuana into her mind, unless it has been in one of the Law and Order episodes that dominate our television.

I realize that this sounds like something worthy just laughing off.  It is not funny to me.  In fact it was scary.  I felt utterly helpless to respond in a way that could deal with her anger.  It is hard to think about how upset she must be feeling when those painful and very vivid thoughts and sounds and images, and now even scents, take hold as her reality.  It is clear that there is nothing that I will be able to say that will remove that view of reality from her mind.  I will not be able to reason it out with her.  Judging from past experience, that now will become a reality she goes back to, one that will remain with her, accessible at any moment in time.

I read pretty much daily accounts of experiences almost exactly like ours.  The online Yahoo Group of Spouses of those with Lewy Body Dementia [LBD] talk about the hallucinations and delusions and vivid drreams confused with reality all the time.  Lots of their Loved Ones have people living at their house, are convinced that their spouse has been replaced by an imposter, are paranoid about one thing or another.  It does help to a certain extent to know that we are not alone in this regard and that it is normal behavior for those with LBD.

On the other side of it there is a terrible sadness realizing that this is only going to get worse.  The deep pain is apparent when those posting in that online group talk about living with a person who is physically present but no longer the person they have been married to for so many years.  That person has in some cases ceased to exist completely.  They are not alone but very lonely.

I am very grateful that Mary Ann is still present much of the time.  It is frightening to see the times she is present diminish as the weeks and months go by.

Friend Jeanne came over to spend a few hours with Mary Ann today.  Mary Ann spent more time awake than I thought she would, given the rough night last night.  I appreciated having time to run a couple of errands.  Then we went to G’s Frozen Custard for Turtle Sundaes.

Mary Ann ate a fairly light supper and dozed with her head down for while.  Then she got ready for bed.  She has been sleeping fairly well, at least it appears so.  I certainly hope she gets a good night’s sleep. We both need it!

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Stress sometimes produces odd markers.  My stress marker apparently is clenching my teeth.  It is a bad idea.  I ended up at the Dentist’s office while Mary Ann was in her Tuesday morning group.  The good news is that the pain is apparently not signaling an abscess.  No root canal!  Yeah!  The bad news is that I am wearing though the surface of my teeth, even some crowns.  It does not bode well for the future.  There are likely to be expensive sittings in a dental chair coming at some time.  For now, a night guard is the weapon of choice for trying to stave off major work for as long as possible.

While there are some obvious stress producers in our current situation, I suspect the problem would be the same no matter what the source of the stress.  The threat of many thousands of out of pocket dental expenses is a strong motivation to use the night guard regularly.

Today was a better day for Mary Ann.  She slept very well last night.  She was alert and participated in her Tuesday morning group.  Volunteer Scheduler Mary took us out to Boss Hawg’s Barbecue for lunch in honor of Mary Ann’s (5/15) and my (4/14) birthdays.  What a treat!  Mary Ann ate lots.  She needed help after a while, but she stuck with it until the food was almost all gone.

Hospice Nurse Emily came by this afternoon.  Mary Ann’s vitals were all fine, but her blood pressure was low this time, 108/64.  Emily commented that she never knows where Mary Ann’s BP will be when she takes it.  Mary Ann is always an interesting and entertaining patient to any health professional who takes care of her.  She is never boring!  I can’t remember what exactly it was she said when getting up from the toilet stool once today, but it was one of her smart aleck comments that brought laughter from both of us.

I talked with the Hospice Nurse about my considering returning the Midodrine to the meds to see if our quality of life might return to something closer to what we had six months ago when Mary Ann took it daily.  It is the med that raises her BP to levels that are not good in the long run.  Since quality is more important to both of us than quantity of days it seems like a reasonable option.  It is within the range of options acceptable to the Cardiologist.  When I talked with Mary Ann about it later on in the day, she said that she didn’t really want to change anything.  She feels it is all working well now.  Looking at it from my direction, it doesn’t seem that it is working well.  On the other hand, it is her body into which the meds are going.  For now, I won’t press the issue.

There were a couple of deck times today and another chapter in the book on St. Patrick’s morning prayer.  This chapter, “Christ Before Me” as well as the one I read yesterday, “Christ Behind Me” have both been thought provoking and comforting.  Maybe more deck time and devotional reading will help reduce the teeth clenching.

Parish Nurse Margaret stopped by with some fresh asparagus from her garden, which I added to the bratwurst and sweet potato fries we had for supper.

All in all, today the scales balanced in favor of clarity and good communication.  There were some times of confusion, but they were less prominent than the last couple of days.  Mary Ann has been especially restless tonight.  It is very late and she still seems to be awake and moving around.  While that does not bode well for tomorrow, tomorrow will speak for itself.

It just happened so suddenly. Volunteer Deb arrived for the evening.  As I was getting prepped for heading out, Mary Ann got up and walked into the kitchen.  Deb was with her, as was I when she fainted.  We got her in a chair, then into her transfer chair.  She immediately popped up again, without the brakes yet set.  We got her to her spot by the little table at which she sits in front of the television.  She stood up again.

This time she responded that she wanted to go to the bathroom.  Deb took her while I was still there.  When Mary Ann came back to the Living Room, Deb said she had been looking for her diamond.  I pointed out that it was on her finger.  She popped up again needing to do something she tried to describe but it just didn’t compute.  Then moments later she popped up again and just stood there needing to do something but not sure what.  She fainted again. Deb, of course, was right there with her hand on the gait belt (Deb is a Nurse).

She popped up again. I asked Mary Ann if I could bring her something when I was out.  That is our code for getting her ice cream.  She said, “garbage bags.”  I asked her what she meant, what garbage bags.  She got angry with me for not knowing what she was talking about.  I asked her if she would sit down for Deb since she had been fainting.  She reacted angrily and sat down.  There was nothing in the air, any former conversation, anything in the immediate or recent circumstances having anything to do with garbage or garbage bags.  She responded as if I was just being difficult on purpose about the obvious matter of garbage bags.

Recently, the hallucination/delusion/dream  mixed with reality has been a constant undercurrent, surfacing at various times.  There have been days when she has had streaming confusion.  While the confusion can come and go in moments, tonight’s move from the mild dementia in the background to blatant and intense problems happened in a more dramatic way than I remember happening before.  Rarely has anyone else seen the dementia on the surface with this level of intensity.

After I left, Deb said there were a number of trips to the bathroom, with some action in the last one.  Then she settled in front of the television.  I asked Mary Ann as I was putting her to bed what she was referring to when she got angry with me about the garbage bags.  She wasn’t sure but she thought it had something to do with our Granddaughter, Chloe.  A couple of years ago we bought garbage bags from Chloe as part of an annual school fund raiser.  To my knowledge there has been no conversation in our household about those garbage bags since then.  At the moment, as I am writing, Mary Ann seems settled in bed.

Last night did not go well at all, so I expected today to have some problems with the dementia. She ate reasonably well.  Bath Aide Zandra came to give her a shower.  Mary Ann was in and out a bit.  She asked me to let the dog in.  There is no dog.  She talked about the tapeworm she is convinced that she has.  She said she sees it in the bed at night.  While she was in and out, it was not overly intense.

She was tired, understandably after last night.  There was a lot of time with her head on the little table in front of her.  She opted for Chinese from the grocery for lunch. Hospice Chaplain Ed came over after lunch for a while.  He asked Mary Ann how she was doing, asked me how I was doing, but most of the time it was the usual conversation that included our various ministry experiences.  He was interested in the Concert we had at church since he is a musician, plays the piano.  Mary Ann had her head down and dozed through most of what was an exceedingly boring conversation to her.

She then napped in the bed for about an hour and a half.  I got in some deck time while she was sleeping.  Tonight while Deb stayed with Mary Ann, I did a little shopping at Penney’s to replace some holey underclothes (it’s a pastor thing) and get a long-sleeved white shirt.  Yesterday’s Concert revealed that I had none that fit me.  Who needs a white shirt when retired?  Levi’s and work shirts (euphemism for hang around the house doing nothing shirts) are all that are needed.  Then I went over to my spot with the best view in town and sat for an hour or so.  I read from Weavings, the Spirituality Journal that comes to the house quarterly.  I watched about as beautiful a sunset as a person could hope to see.  In that spot I can hear birds and frogs and wind in the trees against the backdrop of tires on the Interstate a half mile away.

The deck time and sunset time was helpful.  Lately it has just been a little tougher for both of us to deal with the vagaries of each day’s leg in our journey — nothing dramatic, no one thing in particular.  Having said that, a prayer popped into my mind.  In our tradition there are formal corporate prayers (sometimes called Collects) that are often used in worship.  Many of them have a long and rich history.  There is one used in a worship service called Evening Prayer (also in other services) that is a favorite of mine. Here it is, copied from The Lutheran Book of Worship, p.153:

“Lord God, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown, Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go, but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.”

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