February 25, 2010

Fax to Neurologist

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It is done.  I sent two pages of recent events and current symptoms to the Neurologist in the Parkinson’s Clinic at the University of Kansas Medical Center in Kansas City.  Dr. Pahwa is one of the best in the nation, especially in the area of the Parkinson’s meds.  I am not sure to what extent he specializes in the dementia that is unique to Parkinson’s, but he certainly has a large enough patient base to have lots of experience on which to draw.

I think anyone who has complex medical problems ought to consider the approach of putting the information in writing and the questions in writing.  It seems logical to me that getting it to the doctor in advance of the appointment, even if he/she only sees it a few minutes before entering the examination room on the day of the appointment, will help create a better communication and exchange of information.

My impression is that the doctor focuses full attention on a particular patient by reading the chart carefully to reclaim the recent medical history.  Maybe it is a little like cramming for a test.  No doctor can keep a full and current awareness of every patients’ symptoms and their history of treatment.  Reading the chart fills the doctor’s mind at that moment with whatever is immediately available to him/her.

The fax contains recent history that I might not have remembered in detail in the heat of the moment in the exam room.  The written material gives the doctor a window into Mary Ann’s situation beyond what he will see in the ten minutes we are with him.  She may be lucid at that moment (the online LBD Spouses group calls that showtime).  He will conclude that what he sees is how she is.  Dr. Pahwa listens well and asks good questions, but he can’t help but be influenced most powerfully by what he sees in that room.  The fax gives him a history of all that I have seen in the past few weeks as well as what he is seeing.

I included in the material faxed to the Neurologist a third page, a full and current list of all the medicines that Mary Ann is taking, dosages, time of day the pills are taken.  Especially when there are a couple of specialists (Cardiologist and Neurologist) and a Primary Care Physician doing prescribing, it is necessary to have absolutely accurate information available to each one that includes all the meds.

Mary Ann has a regularly scheduled appointment with Dr. Pahwa this Monday afternoon.  I am going into the appointment willing to accept the possibility that this is the best we will get and no changes in medication are likely to help.  I am hopeful that there are some changes that can be made with the possible result of a better quality of life.  I am also fully aware that the risk is high that any change in meds might make things worse, causing a further decline, a potentially irreversible decline.  Mary Ann always goes in with the hope that she will be able to take fewer pills or find the magic pill that will make everything okay again.

Last night was not a good one.  Mary Ann was up a number of times, ready to get up for the day beginning around 3:45am.  She got up at 6:30am, when I got up to prepare for the Spiritual Formation Group that meets here at the house.  It is always distressing to me when she is up at that time, since I have a short time to get things ready for the group and no time to spend helping Mary Ann.  Before this decline, she almost always remained asleep during my prep time and part or all of the time until Bath Aide Zandra arrived.

She was in that intense mode that his hard for me to deal with, lucid, but on the edge of the dementia.  Gratefully, Volunteer Maureen arrived at 7:30am, just as I finished giving Mary Ann her pills and feeding her the daily yogurt (need those live cultures).  I was able to get to the group meeting downstairs.

It was a busy Wednesday.  Zandra came to do Mary Ann’s shower and hair.  She said Mary Ann was doing a lot of leaning over, seeming to be tired — understandably since the night was a very restless one.

Kristie came to do the monthly house cleaning. Since Mary Ann had gotten up so early that she ate lunch at 10:30am.  Volunteer Rebecca came from 11:30am to 2pm.  I was able to get away for a while.

I returned with Baskin & Robbins ice cream treats, as promised.  Mary Ann, surprisingly, declined hers and instead, asked to have supper.  She ate supper (the other half of the sandwich she had for lunch) at 2:30pm.

Not long after eating, she lay down for a nap.  She had been sitting with her head in her lap for a while.  Later in the afternoon, she got up and ate the ice cream treat.  The hallucinations began firing up as the afternoon wore on.

She got up again and had a little to eat, some pear sauce.  That is like applesauce, but made with pears.  Maureen had brought that, along with a large jar of frozen chili for future use, cinnamon rolls, and a dozen or so cookies.

Mary Ann headed to bed around 7:15pm.  I fully expect the vivid dreams and hallucinations to dominate the night, since that would fit the pattern of the last few weeks.

I guess I was right.  She just called my name.  When I went in, she was sitting on the side of the bed.  I knelt down in front of her and asked what she was seeing.  She was distressed that the people were beating on me.  She had her eyes closed and was continuing to see that happening.  She started crying for a bit.  I kept saying that I was all right and no one was hurting me, but she couldn’t open her eyes and let go of the hallucination.  Finally she calmed and was willing to lie down.  It is only 10:20pm, and it has already reached this level of intensity — does not bode well for either of us getting a lot of sleep tonight.

On the positive side, there were two very helpful times for my personal/spiritual health.  In the Spiritual Formation Group this morning, we each picked a favorite Psalm.  We applied three question to the Psalms: what is particularly meaningful to us in the Psalm, how can something of its message be incorporated to the ordinary stuff of our days, and is there a present day metaphor that might be used to communicate the message of the Psalm in contemporary terms.  The discussion that followed was very stimulating and thought provoking and meaningful.

The time away this afternoon was spent at a coffee shop (not PT’s but serves PT’s coffee) for lunch and some reading.  I know and enjoy the young family who own the shop.  After a while a former parishioner happened by.  Donny is a very pleasant fellow. He and his family are also folks I cherish.

After a conversation about a variety of things. Donny asked what I was reading.  As I described the book, it became clear that he also is intrigued by scientific inquiry and its relationship with faith.  I think he was a little surprised at my interest in Quantum Physics and things like String Theory.  I am not so much conversant in either subject as I am intrigued by them and fascinated by their potential implications for people of faith and theological conversation.  It was a very enjoyable mental respite from the daily struggles at home.

It is time to head back to the bedroom and see if my presence and familiar voice might help calm some of the distress the dreams/hallucinations/delusions produce.

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February 22, 2010

Snowed in and Asleep

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I am beginning this post shortly after 2pm today.  Mary Ann settled into full sleep last night some time between 12am and 1am.  Other than two trips to the commode, she has been sleeping ever since. 

Just a few minutes ago she called my name, I went in and got her on the commode.  I told her about all the snow, she responded appropriately and clearly.  In moments, she was back to being unable to respond.  All she could do was make a grunt.  I tried to talk her into getting dressed.  She was just too non-responsive to manage that. 

I managed to get the Exelon patch changed, but she was not interested in taking her meds.  I don’t think she could have awakened enough to get the meds swallowed.  I reluctantly put her pj pants back on and let her lie back down.  She was having trouble continuing to sit erect on the side of the bed.

As always, I am grateful to have gotten a full night’s sleep.  While I don’t like losing her presence when she is in the daytime sleeping mode, sometimes she is fairly lucid for a while after she has slept off the last bout with streaming hallucinations.

Sooo close!!  Almost made it!  At about 2:30pm I decided to get something to eat.  After I got something heated and started eating I heard her.  By then it was 2:45pm.  I asked if she was ready to get up.  She said she was.  I suggested getting dressed before pills and food but thought better of it when she couldn’t seem to geet her eyes open. 

She drank some apple juice (with Miralax) and took her pills — I put them in her mouth and put the straw to her mouth to take with with the juice as is now the norm.  I fed her a container of yogurt.  Then I started suggesting cereal options or whatever might interest her to eat.  I remembered Mary’s jello (green jello, pineapple, cottage cheese and Cool Whip).   She wanted that and ate a good-sized serving.  It should be helpful since there is protein, calcium, fruit and carbs in it. 

Then I joined her at the table and finished my bowl of beef and noodles.  She asked where “Dad” was.  I think that would be me.  When I asked who she was thought I was and she answered “Mom.”  At that point, I suspect she had connected better and was just being silly — not sure about that. 

Anyway, as soon as we got back to the bedroom to get her dressed — you guessed it.  She needed to lie down again for some more napping.   That happened a little after 3pm.

Mary Ann got up again at about 6:45pm.  There was an odd irrational hope that the fainting issue had just sort of left her.  At the same time, I knew it would return eventually.  Earlier today I worked on re-writing the fax to the Neurologist and had mention dropping the Midodrine until the fainting returns.  I knew it was wishful thinking to expect the fainting to stay away.

Well, it has returned.  She fainted twice while in the bathroom, once on the stool and once when I returned her to the transfer chair.  She fainted again when she decided to stand up while sitting in front of the television.   What an insidious disease this is.  Not every person who is diagnosed with Parkinson’s will have to deal with quite this many symptoms in such severity.  It is the major heart problem combined with this form of dementia that has produced so many debilitating symptoms. 

It was not long before she decided she wanted to go back to bed.  She had said she did not want to eat when she got up this time.  I asked her again, listing lots of things as we were ready for her to get back into bed.  She agreed to go out to the table.  Again, she chose Mary’s jello.  I fed her a large dish of it. 

She is now back in bed.  It is 7:15pm, which means she was only up a half hour.  I am readying myself mentally for a difficult night.  She has slept through days and nights before, but it seems unlikely to me that she will manage to sleep through tonight also.   The most I can do to prepare is to get to bed early enough to increase the odds of getting some sleep even if it is a bad night.  I got a good night’s sleep last night.  That will help.

My day was spent mostly reading posts of those in the online Caregiver Spouses group and the Kansas Birders.  I managed to rewrite the fax to the Neurologist and update it.  I did get outside to shovel off the deck and a path to the birdfeeders.  It was good to get a little exercise and get the birds some food that is accessible in six or so inches of heavy snow.  I am often annoyed on days like this that I still manage to procrastinate on many of the tasks on my list of things needing to be done.  There is in the back of my mind the likelihood that as soon as I get the preparations made for doing whatever it is, Mary Ann will be up and in need.  It is as good a reason as any to put off until tomorrow what could be done today.   (Isn’t that how that saying goes?)

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February 20, 2010

Please Let Me Help!!

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I have asked her three times with fairly long intervalsin between to let me help her in some way.  She chose the chicken salad for lunch, along with the usual Pepsi and Fritos.  She just could not negotiate the fork.  She was putting the handle in her mouth. When I offered to help she said that she needed to do it for herself.

I got from the fridge the other half of a sandwich she had eaten on Monday.  I microwaved it just to warm it a bit and soften the cheese.  I put that on her plate with the chips and chicken salad in hopes that she might use her hands to eat it since the fork wasn’t doing well.

It was probably fifteen minutes of her getting nothing into her mouth, even the Pepsi, (she had also refused to let me get that to her mouth so that she could get some through the straw) before I offered again.  She still refused.

Just before eating I weighed her.  She had gotten as high as 135 pounds a couple of years or so ago — then 125.  More recently she has been under 120.  The last time I weighed her here is was 117.  This time it was 113.  She needs to eat!!!

When I came back to start this post, she was beginning to get some of the sandwich eaten, using the fork to pick it up.  I just went back to check again, and the Sinamet must have kicked in since she is now getting some of the chicken salad to her mouth.  That is a very good thing.

While, of course, I love ice cream and will find any excuse to head to Baskin & Robbins to get some, I also do so to get as many calories as possible into Mary Ann.  While she may run out of patience trying to eat chicken salad and a deli meat sandwich, she will manage to get ice cream eaten, even if it demands letting me help.

She ended up eating about four bites of all the food on her plate.  She did let me feed her a raisin cookie I brought home from the coffee shop for her yesterday.

It is very difficult to watch Mary Ann try to eat on her own when things are not going well.  One reason she was having so much trouble this afternoon is that her eyes were shut for most of the time she was trying to eat.  She was in eyes slammed shut mode, along with the return of hallucinations.

Last night did turn out to be one that included a number of times up.  Shortly after going to bed she had another divorce dream.  When I came in to check on her, she was sort of surprised to see me.  Hopefully, the fact that I am with her 24/7, those dreams will begin to subside.  She is fine when she is not in hallucination mode.  In fact, last night, she did say it was a nightmare she had had.  At least she seemed very quickly to be aware that it was not real when I sat down next to her.

She got up early this morning given how often we had been up during the night (her usual pattern on those nights).  It was not long after breakfast that she needed to lie down again.  She slept until about 2pm.  That is when we began the lunch process that went so badly.

She sat for a while after lunch, some of the time in her head in her lap position. After a while, around 4:15pm, she just got up and headed into the bedroom (I caught up with her quickly and let her lead us to where she was going).  She wanted to change her jeans for pajama bottoms.

After that change, I offered her some vanilla ice cream from the freezer.  She let me help her with a good sized bowl  Shortly thereafter she went in to lie down and watch television.  She was very restless for a while, with lots of hallucinations, this time interspersed with moments of lucidity.

It is 9pm.  She has had her pills and has been fairly quiet for a while.  I would not presume to predict how the night will go.

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February 19, 2010

Prayer Shawl from Wisconsin Friend

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Facebook is an interesting tool, even for Geezers like me.  Not too long ago we connected with someone our age who went to the same church Mary Ann and I attended.  It is where Mary Ann and I met.  Actually, Mary Ann and I had grown up together in that church.  It was a large enough congregation that we only knew each other’s names since both families were very active in the church. We didn’t really get to know each other personally until the summer after my first year in college.

Judy was a member there.  Her family was also one of the mainstays in the congregation. She knew both Mary Ann and me before we were a couple.  It is through Facebook that Judy and Mary Ann and I connected after some fifty years.  Judy now lives in a small town in Wisconsin.  She is in a leadership position in her parish there.  That parish has a Prayer Shawl ministry.

As Judy has read this blog, she has become very aware of the challenges we face day by day.  She decided to include Mary Ann in prayer as she worked on the shawl.  She sent us pictures of possible choices for the yarn, and Mary Ann picked out her favorite.  Today the package came.  Mary Ann had the shawl around her shoulders this afternoon and evening after I got it from the mailbox.  It is very beautiful, even matching some of the colors in the house.

I should mention that Judy also sent a treat for me.  Having read the blog posts about the newly opened Baskin & Robbins near us, and my Facebook urging that all the local people head over to get ice cream there and announce that Pastor Pete sent them, she knew that B&R gift certificates would be a very appropriate treat — for both Mary Ann and me.

Gratefully, Mary Ann had a pretty good night again last night. She was up for a while today, mostly in the sitting with her head in her lap position.  Friend Jeanne came over to spend the afternoon with Mary Ann.  Unfortunately, Mary Ann ended up folding and going to bed for a nap shortly before Jeanne arrived.

Jeanne stayed for the afternoon while I picked up coffee to go over and visit John who is recuperating from a back surgery, not yet able to get out much.  It was nice to have a couple of hours free to spend just talking about nothing in particular.  John has great stories from lots of interesting work experiences.

When I returned, Mary Ann had slept through Jeanne’s visit entirely.  I was able to get Mary Ann up for a while as Jeanne waited for her ride.  They did get a few minutes of visiting.

Mary Ann ate a reasonable amount for supper.  She stayed up for a while and ended up in bed at about 8pm.  Since she slept a number of hours during the day and didn’t get up until after 4pm, I am again expecting a difficult night.  I expected such a night last night, but it did not materialize.

You know that feeling when coming up to a traffic light that has been green for a very long time (I think called a stale green light), the feeling that the light is going to change just before you get there?  That is the feeling I have about the the good nights and reasonably good days we have had for a while now.  I am expecting the light to change any moment and the intense hallucinations to return.

The good thing is that I have been trying to get to bed earlier each night in anticipation of having a long and difficult night, hoping to squeeze in some sleep before, in between and after the bouts of dealing with the hallucinations.

I just went to check on her.  I think the light is at least turning yellow.  She said she was having dreams about the people again.  The journey goes on.

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February 16, 2010

A Hallucination Day

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“Watch out for the baby?”  I was warned a number of times not to step on the baby.  She has been talking to people, mostly kids, I guess our Granddaughters, much of the time she has been awake.  She has said things to me in a very rational and matter of fact sounding voice that made no sense to me.  She would sometimes get a little irritated with me that I acted as if I did not understand something so obvious to her.

She did finally sleep last night.  It took a while.  She got up fairly early this morning.  At one point when she got up to use the commode, she asked me how I slept in the van.  then she said something about my wife as if it was someone else.  I verified that she was Mary Ann Tremain and I was Peter Tremain and we were married.  She said she knew that, but somehow I had three other wives — a pretty terrifying thought since it is hard enough work to sustain one relationship. I assured her that one is enough for me, and she is the one.

She was able to stay in bed while I got ready.  Then she took pills and ate yogurt and a little cereal with my help. There was a substitute Bath Aide this morning.  Sue said that Mary Ann popped up a few times while she was trying to get her ready.  It was a little challenging for her.

After Sue left, Mary Ann began the sitting with head down mode.  After a while she was willing to let me take her into the bedroom to lie down.  I tried to rest for part of the time she was napping.  Most times Mary Ann said anything, it was to or about a hallucination.

I got her up for lunch.  It was about 1:30pm or 2pm.  She reluctantly allowed me to feed her, so she got a fair amount of food.  After eating, she returned to the sitting with the head down mode.

By about 4:30pm she decided to lie down for a nap.  I decided that I would insist on her getting up to eat supper to try to avoid the difficulty she had last night getting to sleep when regular bedtime arrived.

At 6pm, I enticed her to get up to eat supper with the promise of my going to get some Baskin & Robbins when Volunteer Jolene arrived this evening.  She ate some supper mostly on her own.  She followed that with about half of the cup of two scoops of ice cream from B&R.

Jolene is with her now, but Mary Ann is continuing to hallucinate and pop up, making it a challenge for Jolene.  Gratefully, Jolene is pretty laid back and unruffled by the challenge.  She worked for many years early in her career at a facility for those with multiple handicaps.  After getting the ice cream, I stayed home tonight to work on this post while Jolene was here so that I might be able to get to bed early.

Especially today Mary Ann has struggled with the time of the day that it is.  When Jolene left shortly after 9pm, she was convinced that it was 8:30am.  When she went to bed, she wanted to lie down in her jeans.  Then after explaining that is was 9:15pm I got her pj’s on.  As she lay down, she asked me to be sure and not let her sleep too long.  She obviously thought it was during the day.  It is interesting that the fact that it is dark seemed not to register in her calculation of the time of day.

I remain pretty confused by the vacillations in Mary Ann’s situation, the speed with which they come, their unpredictability and the fact that this is so different from her situation just three months ago.  Yes, all of this is common to those with the kind of dementia that has emerged, Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, a Dementia with Lewy Bodies.  I still wonder what role the medications have in this decline.

I am moving slowly on reworking a fax to send to the Neurologist, since I want to see if there is any pattern that emerges that would help him make an intelligent judgment on the role of the meds in her current situation.  If we are going to risk changing medications and/or dosages with all the nasty possibilities, I want it to be done with the best information possible.

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February 15, 2010

A Little Sabbath Time

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This will take a long time to write.  I am heading to the bedroom every five or ten minutes to help talk Mary Ann back into bed after getting up to respond to another dream/hallucination.  It is taking a long time, longer each trip into the bedroom,  to talk her down from whatever it is.

Mary Ann insisted on getting her pj’s on and going to bed at 4:45pm today.  She got up fairly early this morning.  Last night included a few more times up.  At least it wasn’t until after 6am that she starting trying to get up for the day.  Right away this morning she had that very intense lucidity that is laced with a little hyperactivity.  That particular version of lucidity lies just at the entrance to the place where the hallucinations run wild.

I managed to convince her to stay at the bed long enough for me to get myself showered and dressed.  Then we moved quickly through getting her dressed, hair washed, pills taken and breakfast eaten.  Things slowed a bit as she enjoyed a leftover orange/pecan sticky bun.  Almost the first thing Mary Ann remembered this morning was that there should be one left if I didn’t eat it.

Edie came to stay with Mary Ann while I headed up to the lake for some time away.  By the time Edie arrived, Mary Ann had finished eating and had her head down on the table.  At one point while in that position Mary Ann said something about the people stealing money.  I explained to Edie her recurring fear that “the people” are taking money from the loose change jar.  It is still out of sight next to my bed after the time she asked me to hide it so they couldn’t get it.

When I got back from the lake, Mary Ann was resting (in and out of sleep) on her bed.  Edie always brings and then cooks a lavish meal when she comes to stay with Mary Ann one Sunday morning a month.  The food was hot and ready to eat, but Mary Ann was not ready to get up and eat it.  I went ahead and ate.  Shortly after I was done, Mary Ann was ready to get up and eat.

After eating, she soon ended up in front of the television with her head down.  She was awake some of the time.  Later, I asked her if she wanted supper before or after the Evening Service at church.  She did not respond to that, but it was then that she decided to get ready and go to bed.

Last night was not wonderful for sleep.  Tonight has been filled with activity so far.  It is extremely likely that the hallunations today will be compounded tomorrow due to the lack of sleep.  That means that I also will be wanting for sleep.  Maybe this is the week I will end up with a paid person here so that I can get a good night’s sleep.

Given all the ups and down and twists and turns in the last weeds of this ride we are on I was grateful to have a couple of hours away from the house during the daytime hours. The need for Sabbath time is not exclusively for people of the Judeo-Christian tradition.  Whatever word is used for it, the fact that we have come into existence  with the need for sleep suggests that there is need for rest whether rooted in God’s creation of us with that need and calling it sabbath, or a need that emerged over aeons of evolutionary change (or both).

I think everyone needs some sort of intentional time for re-grouping, renewal time, time to think and process events, time alone, time to stop the stream of thoughts filling our head, and allow time to be quiet, time for intuitive connections to be made, the ones outside our power to force solutions to problems.  I certainly need such times.

Again today, the timing of Mary Ann’s needs frustrated plans to attend Corporate worship (worship with a community of people).  This morning at the lake I had some sabbath time, not corporate, but nonetheless sabbath time.

Of course the natural environment there speaks loudly to me of a connection with a Creator who has chosen to love me unconditionally.  The Eagles were fewer in number but still entertaining.  One caught and ate his lunch within binocular distance of me.  There were ducks and geese and gulls.  Blizzard conditions gathered power for a time as I sat in my warm van.

I read from Weavings, the Spritiuality Journal to which I subcribe.  I pulled out the Ingantian Retreat book that I ordered and spent time reading the next week’s suggested activities.  As usual, there were suggested Scripture references.  I read some of them and found them very meaningful.

I put on a CD of Medieval Music.  Anyone who studies music history discovers quickly that most early music is church music, or has its roots there.  The CD of Medieval Music is included words and themes that supported my sabbath tradition.

Since Mary Ann went to bed so early, I had time to put on the last Celtic Woman DVD from PBS.  Because of my experience a couple of weeks ago with a CD by one of the members of that franchise, I have realized how many of the songs sung by that group have lyrics and themes that emerge from my Spiritual tradition.  It makes sense, since the religious tradition of the Irish, at least after the early Celtic Paganism practiced by the Druids, is a just a different branch of the same tradition.

Putting the bits and pieces together provided some sabbath time today that has helped.  While corporate worship is an important part of any healthy sabbath experience, the bits and pieces helped keep my feet securely planted in the unconditional love that provides the support I need to deal with all that daily living brings.

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February 11, 2010

Catch up Day

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The lack of sleep finally caught up with Mary Ann.  Last night, it took her a while, but finally, she settled.  She slept through the night with only a couple of commode trips.  She got up early.  I was hoping she could sleep a little longer since Wednesday is the weekly 7:30am Spiritual Formation group. 

Since she got up at about 7am, I assumed that since there was no morning Volunteer I would need to stay with her upstairs, eliminating my attendance with the group in our downstairs.  While it did take a long time to get her needs met, pills and food and television in the bedroom set, I was able to get downstairs.  I had to head back up a few times.  I take the monitor downstairs with me so that I can see if she is secure in her chair in the bedroom.  That way I know when I need to go up and help her.

The hallucinations were less intense, and, while she was up from her chair a few times, she finally settled there and just put her head down on her lap as has been so when she is awake, but not in hyperactive mode responding to hallucinations. 

When Bath Aide Zandra came, she had some difficulty getting Mary Ann to sit up enough to get her through the bath and hair wash routine.  When I came in to put on her Exelon patch, she could not sit up at all and was hanging on the edge of her chair.  Zandra had tried to use the seat belt on the chair, but that was not working well. 

As soon as they were done, I helped Mary Ann back into bed.  That was at about 9:45am.   Mary Ann slept for six hours!   There was a new Volunteer who had asked that I stay while she was with Mary Ann since she was unsure of being able to handle her physically.  Doris ended up looking at magazines for the entire time of her stay from 11:30am to 2pm. 

I managed with great difficulty to give Mary Ann the mid-morning pills.  I gave up on the next set.  I had not caught Zandra early enough to ask her to put a nighttime disposable on Mary Ann.  I knew that there would be leakage to deal with by letting her sleep so long.  First of all, she was sleeping so soundly that there would have been no way to get her up sooner.  I talked with her, urging her to get up and go to the bathroom a couple of times.  She just couldn’t.

Given how hard it has been to deal with her current level of confusion and the intensity of her hallucinations, I was grateful to have a rest from it.  I hoped that the combination of the a night and day of sleep might help diminish the hallucinations and hyperactivity. 

When she finally got up a little before 4pm, she was able to function better, hallucinations somewhat subdued and relatively calm.  The hallucinations were still active, just not as intense. 

I was able to help her eat a half sandwich.  She ate a few chips and drank some Pepsi.  She sat in the chair by the television for a while, bothered some at first by the hallucinations.  Then she put her head on her lap for a time.  I reminded her about some left over B&R ice cream she had not finished yesterday.  She ate some on her own and then let me help her finish. 

She headed to bed at about 7pm.  It is hard to know whether tonight will be part of the catching up time, or a restless one since she has slept so long in the last twenty-four hours.   She has been up a number of times already, responding to hallucination/dreams, once intending to get up for the day.  The time then was 8:50pm. 

I spent some of the time Doris was here working on a fax to send to Dr. Pahwa, Mary Ann’s Neurologist at KU Medical Center.  I want to see what tonight and tomorrow bring so that I can add that to the informaiton on the sheet.  I am asking him if it would be appropriate to do a review of her meds with an eye toward adjusting them — hoping, of course, to reduce the hallucinations. 

One side note: while it was good that I also got a little more sleep last night, I did not manage any daytime sleeping to do some catching up of my own.  The next three days do not include any time with Volunteers here.  If the next few posts seem to be written in Na’vi (a tribe of the native population on the planet Pandora in the movie Avatar), you will know that sleep has been elusive, and hallucinations intense. 

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February 8, 2010

Blood Pressure Refuses to Budge

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This is the person whose Autonomic Nervous System has not been able to maintain a consistent level of blood pressure for the last few years.  It has vacillated up and down and down and up again.  Now the pressure gauge in her body seems to be stuck on high.

After consistently high blood pressure readings yesterday (see last night’s post), this morning at 2am I decided to take her blood pressure.  We spent a couple of hours up most of the time between 1am and 3am.  At 2am it was 200/105.  I decided to take a reading this morning when she first got up so that I could decide whether or not to give her the morning dose of Midodrine.  The Midodine raises her blood pressure to keep her from fainting from the Orthostatic Hypotension — sudden drop in blood pressure when standing, resulting in fainting, what the doctors call syncope.

Her blood pressure reading at 8:45am was 220/120.  Needless to say, I chose not to give her this morning’s dose of Midodrine.  I will keep track of her blood pressure and phone the Cardiologist tomorrow if it is still stuck at such a high level.  Actually, I will call no matter what to report this long stretch of high BP and ask if there is something that would be safe for me to give her to lower it when it is this high.  I also need to try to take her BP when she is standing to see if it lowers then or remains high.  At the Cardiologist’s office last Thursday, her BP was consistently measuring higher than yesterday and today’s numbers here at home even when we stood her up and ARNP Angela measured it.

Last night was not an easy one at least for part of the night.  I went to bed very early for me.  By around midnight or a little later, she started getting up, disturbed by the people.  At one point she wanted to get up and out of bed for a while to get rid of the people in her head.  I was encouraged by the way she said that, realizing (or saying for my benefit) that they were in her head, not actually in the house.

I reacted differently from the past when I have gotten irritated and insistent with her.  I encouraged her and helped her lie down, reminding her that staying awake would make them worse instead of better.  Each time she lay down, I returned to my bed but stayed awake, listening intently to her.  Whenever I heard her mumbling or moving around, I asked if I could help.  In some cases I went over at talked with her a bit.  At one point when I was in bed, she asked what the man was doing in my bed, meaning me.  I reminded her who I was.  It was odd that she seemed to be talking to me but at the same time about me as if I was someone else.  I assume it is a version of the Capgras Delusion I have talked about in earlier posts — the perception that a person has been substituted for another (as in the body snatcher movies).

I stayed awake most of the time for about an hour and a half as we interacted off and on.  Then she settled and slept through until morning, other than the usual commode trips.

I got up earlier than usual this morning so that I could get ready for going to the 11am worship service.  When Mary Ann got up, she asked what we were doing today.  I helped her tune in to the fact that it was Sunday, and that I was planning for us to go to the 11am service, then out to eat at the Brick Oven, and watch the Super Bowl later in the day.

When eating the yogurt, drinking juice and taking pills, she was in eyes-tightly-shut mode.  I needed to feed her again this morning.  When I offered the usual options for cereal, instead of picking one, she said she was tired and wanted to lie down.  She was pretty unstable from the time she got out of bed.

I did make a point of weighing her to see if she is retaining fluid.  Her feet have been swollen the last couple of days, including this morning. Her weight was almost exactly the same as it had been the last time she weighed herself on that scale.  I will continue to monitor that as long as her feet remain swollen.

After she made a trip to the bathroom, when I asked her if she still wanted to lie down, she said her stomach hurt and, yes, she wanted to lie down.  She was concerned about lying down, knowing that I wanted to go to church.  Those words and actions, stomach hurting and wanting to lie down, usually asssociate with intestinal activity at some point. I knew that major intestinal activity would be far easier to deal with here at home than at church.  There would have been no way to manipulate her into going at that point, nor would it have made sense to try given those circumstances.  It is now well past the time church would have started and she is still sleeping.  I am sitting here at the computer with my suit pants on.  I guess it is time to change into stay at home clothes.

She slept for about four hours.  I should have gotten her up at some point to go to the bathroom.  Even though she had a night time disposable, it leaked. The bedding needed changing anyway.  The PJ’s and bedding are in the washer. I waited a little longer than I should have to give her a pill and get her up since I had ended up sitting down and reading, listening to the waterfall and birds in the back yard through the speaker made to bring outdoor sounds in.  Last night’s time up with Mary Ann caught up with me and I wanted to have some extra time just to rest.  She called for me soon after the time her med timer had gone off.

I took her blood pressure when she got up.  The reading was 165/105, not good but better than earlier in the day.  I cooked a bratwurst at her request.  Bratwurst and chips sounds like good Super Bowl Sunday food.  She handled the bite-sized slices of bratwurst on her own, as well as the dish of ice cream from the supply we bought at the store yesterday.

After lunch I asked her if she was willing to let me check her blood pressure while she was standing.  It was considerably lower, 130/80.  It was a little harder to hear clearly through the stethoscope since she was moving some.  It may have been a little higher than that, but certainly not lower.  When she has had problems with fainting, her BP has been very much lower than that when standing, and sometimes sitting.  Both numbers have been under a hundred.  The time she took the Tilt Table test at the hospital to verify that she had Orthostatic Hypotension, as soon as the table moved her from a lying position to 70% of a standing position, her BP dropped from a high reading, to 50/30.  A few minutes later she fainted.  I will keep checking her BP, but I would rather have a little fainting than allow it to stay as high as it has been the last few days.

A few minutes ago she showed me her glasses.  The ear piece on one side had come out of the hinge completely.  It will need to be reglued — hopefully possible.  We will take it in tomorrow.  I can only guess that spending so much time with her head down on the dining room table or the little table in front of her chair has resulted in loosening that ear piece.  I finally found an old pair of glasses she could use in the mean time.  It was almost comical in a sad sort of way that I found two old pairs that were not useable since she had fallen on them, in each case scratching one of the lenses so that it is completely useless. One of those falls took her to the Emergency Room with a giant hematoma on her forehead the size of her fist.

At suppertime Mary Ann’s blood pressure measured 165/95, again, too high, but not as high as this morning.  She struggled to eat supper and refused to allow me to help.  The last time I offered and she refused, I asked her why she wouldn’t let me help.  She was completely shut down, her face almost in the plate, getting nothing into her mouth.  Her answer was, “It is all I have left.”

She went to bed at about 7pm, watched the game from there, took her pills.  It was not long after that that she needed a snack — no surprise since she had eaten very little at supper.  She seems to be sleeping at the moment.  That, of course, can change at any time.

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February 4, 2010

Too Good to be True

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Three nights are better than none.  Mary Ann was up once every two hours last night.  That is good measured by past standards, but disappointing in light of the hopes raised by three nights of sleep with only a couple of interruptions each night.  She was up and ready to go at 6:30am this morning.

There were a couple of Volunteers this morning.  Two of the three other members of the Wednesday morning group could not make it this morning, so Paul (the other of the three) and I met for coffee at PT’s (of course).  Then I spent some time sitting in the car listening to a remarkable vocal ensemble called Anuna (performed in Riverdance).  I checked out a particularly meaningful Bible Passage.  Then I walked a little over a mile at Cedarcrest.

When I returned, Mary Ann was napping.  After a while, she ate the leftover Seafood Tortellini from yesterday’s lunch.  While she was eating she said “where did you get that” while looking over my shoulder.  I asked her who she was talking with.  She said it was her Mother (who has been dead for many years) who was holding a doorknob in her hand.

There were some intestinal blowouts that suggested the onset of serious diarrhea, but they subsided after a while.  I will spare the details of those challenges.

As the day wore on, there were a two or three more quick comments that seemed to reflect the presence of a hallucinations.  She spent much of the afternoon with her head on the table.  I gave her the stuffed frog, on which she laid her head.

During that time a friend came over to talk with me about a project on helping people make meaningful plans for their own or a family member’s funeral.  Having done countless funerals over the years, I have seen what helps and what does not help when going through such a time.  It felt good to be able to talk about some of those experiences and discoveries that came from them.  It is a nice feeling still to have something to offer.

Mary Ann spent the rest of the afternoon with her head down in her lap, on the stuffed frog.  She manage to eat a little, very little for supper.  With the new Baskin and Robbins now open, I put the Lifeline button next to her head as she lay it on the table after supper, and headed off to get ice cream for her so that she would have enough in her stomach to last the night.  Yes, of course I wanted ice cream for myself — did you even need to ask?

I decided to write a request on Facebook that anyone who can do so, get ice cream at that B&R and tell them Pastor Pete sent them.  When I stop back in a few days, I will be curious to find out if anyone actually did so.  It can’t hurt to have the owners of the B&R as friends!

I have to say that it has been very disappointing to see an end come to the good days and nights so soon.  I was hoping we would get weeks or months rather than just days out of the new dosage of Seroquel.  I was not at the monitor for a bit a few moments ago and heard the telltale thump.  She was on the floor next to the bed but not hurt.  When I helped her to the commode, she suddenly got an alarmed look on her face and told me not to step on the baby.

Fifteen minutes later she was up again on the side of the bed.  I went in to see what she needed.  She said, “What are you doing here at school.”  When I asked what school we were at, she said it was Granddaughter Ashlyn’s school.  Then she suggested that she get dressed to help her get oriented.  I explained to her that it was 11:10pm, and everyone else is in bed, so it would not help her get oriented to get dressed.  She decided to use the commode, even though she used it fifteen minutes earlier.  She is lying down in bed again, but I don’t expect it to be for long.

She made it almost an hour.  This time she was on a ride in the car looking for a house, looking at a parsonage.  There were some banshee eyes (not scary to her) that seemed to be like the 3-D glasses from the yesterday’s viewing of Avatar.  Didn’t I have to pick up the kids.  The raccoon was there (first she called it a porcupine).  She said that this looked like her bedroom.  I showed her the quilt on the wall again to assure her that it actually was our bedroom.  At least so far tonight, she has not been as agitated as she was last week.  Unfortunately, it is likely that if she gets less sleep than she needs in the next few nights, that intensity will return.

More than one of us in the online group have compared the rapid twists and turns and reversals of fortune that come with this sort of dementia to torture.  Each of us has our sources of strength and wisdom.  In my world view, the Biblical literature is  the place to which I go to find the framework of reality as I understand it, to locate meaning in the middle of things beyond understanding.  This morning as I sat in the car at the lot at Cedarcrest, my mind went to a passage written by a fellow named Paul, who had by that time gone through some terrible struggles.  It reads this way:

“But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us. 8We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; 9persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; 10always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be made visible in our bodies. 11For while we live, we are always being given up to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus may be made visible in our mortal flesh. 12So death is at work in us, but life in you.” [2 Corinthians 4:7-12 NRSV]

Quoting Scriptures is not intended to suggest that these posts are only for those who share my theology or any theology for that matter.  I am simply reflecting the sources to which I go for strength.  When hopes and expectations get crushed, it is easy to feel hopeless.  It helps to hear from others who have been there, like Paul, a way to perceive reality that allows survival. It is the reality to which Paul refers that provides the ground on which this roller coaster we are riding rests.

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February 3, 2010

Dinner and a Show

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Well, lunch and a movie.  The day began with Mary Ann’s Bible study group at church.  She got up early enough to make it, and the report was that she was alert and engaged and communicative during the class. As we were about to leave, she wondered if she should stay home, since she might have one of her attacks.  She was referring to the times of intense hallucinations.  I said I thought we should not give that experience the power to decide for us what we should do.  I checked with her to confirm that she truly has not been having hallucinations in the last couple of days.

After the class we went out to eat a place called called New City Cafe.  They have great food, done in a catering style.  The customer orders at a long case with the plates of food already prepared.  Mary Ann loves the Seafood Tortellini.  It is also easier for her to eat than most foods.  She was not moving well and, to my surprise, was willing to let me feed it to her.  She has done it with ice cream but very rarely in a regular restaurant. We were in a very exposed location.

After eating, we drove over to the theater and found a feature of Avatar that was about to begin.  She reluctantly agreed to that movie.  I have wanted to see it in a theater on a large screen since the PR on it suggested that the visuals are impressive.  That certainly was so.  The music and colors of the fantasy world breathtaking, especially with the 3-D glasses.  Mary Ann tried the glasses, but did not like them. She watched it without them.  When I took them off the image was not clear, but she seemed okay with it.

Her opinion of it was that it was a glorified Star Trek (which for me is a good thing)..  She was decidedly unimpressed.  I found it very entertaining.  The story line was the same as every other action movie.  There are very good guys and very bad guys.  The bad guys hurt the good guys and then — you had better go see the movie to find out.  It was just a very imaginative use of technology to create a powerful visual experience.  It was fun to imagine riding on the backs of those odd pterodactyl-like creatures as they flew among floating mountains.

After the movie we came home.  At that point the day was the best we have had in weeks.  The good news is that Mary Ann seems to be adjusting to the increased dosage of Seroquel.  The bad news is that Mary Ann seems to be adjusting to the increased dosage of Seroquel.

She was able to get up earlier today without struggling to awaken.  She was alert, no hint of sedation.  That was an improvement.  She insisted that she needed to do something with the turkey (small whole turkey, I think) she had in the fridge.  There was, of course, no turkey.  She has had that in her mind before a couple of times when it was not so.  I can’t remember ever other than Thanksgiving or Christmas having a turkey in the fridge or freezer.

Then she asked me about her trip to Wyoming. It was real wasn’t it?  That was one of her hallucination/delusions last week.  She asked about the word from Allen, was that real.  Her memory of that information was more than the simple relaying of well-wishes via a third party email.  I asked about some of the other hallucinations she had had.  She did not remember them (jail, Alaska).  She did remember some of the hallucinations about her Grandma, talking almost as if she believed her Grandma was still alive. The hallucinations seem to lie just on the edge of her reality.  I hope the medication helps keep them on the other side of that edge.

Tonight, she took her night time meds about three hours ago.  She has been needed my help three or four times, and seems to be having difficulty settling down.  I hope she continues to sleep well.  When she does not, the hallucinations fire up.

During the first half of the day I was exhilirated by how well she was doing. It seemed as if I had her back. I hoped that we would continue to have good quality time for a long time to come.  This afternoon deflated any illusion that we now had the problems at bay.  While reality has made itself known, hope has not left.  Sunday morning seemed to reset my understanding of what is happening here.  I remain determined to get the best quality out of each day and at the same time I am fully aware of the inevitable.  We choose not to let the inevitable become a reality any sooner than absolutely necessary.  We choose to give it no more power than it actually has.

 

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