Periodically I will add posts here if the sources provide additioanl informaiton on how to think about and deal with Dementia/ Alzheimer's Disease.
SCROLL DOWN FOR TEXT and BIBLIOGRAPHY from DAI WEBINAR 2/22-23/2017. You can also find this information on my website: www.horvich.com
Even though this blog is now dormant (see info below) there are many useful, insightful posts. Scroll back from the end or forward from the beginning. My guess is that you could spend a lot of time here and maybe learn or experience a thing or two about living with and loving someone with Dementia/Alzheimer's or maybe come away with the feeling that "you are not alone" in YOUR work with the same!
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THIS WAS THE FINAL POST TO THIS SITE BEFORE IT WENT DORMANT.
Happy New Year 2016. With a new year comes new beginnings and sometimes endings. If I am personally progressing and if I am doing a good job in my grieving Gregory's death; if I have been able to learn my lessons in living and loving someone diagnosed with Dementia/ Alzheimer's; if I am to get on with my life ... I need to bring this Alzheimer's blog to an end since my writing has been dealing less with Dementia/ Alzheimer's and more with life after Dementia/ Alzheimer's.
Of course, I will always continue to work for and support fair treatment on behalf of people with Dementia/ Alzheimer's and may post here from time to time. Also, there are many wonderful posts here through which you may browse.
With this change, I will continue and reinvigorate my "michael a. horvich writes" blog which deals with grieving Gregory's death, life lessons, personal experiences, observations, memoirs, dreams, and humor in essay and poetry, as well as an attempt now and then at sharing a piece of fiction.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
The other day he did bring the manuscript in to me while I was working at my computer and pointed to a section saying, "This part is brilliant!" It was about my learning to not press for facts and/or more information from him if it didn't really matter." Interesting that he found this part interesting.
A little while later he laughed and I asked what he was laughing about. He read the following passage, "How can he be so normal at times and so confused at others." He appreciated the irony in the statement.
I have asked him if he has found the reading difficult and he says it hasn't. He says that at times it is painful but at other times joyful. He apologized for "all the pain he causes me" and I told him that love and pain go hand in hand, that I gladly accept being there for him no matter the pain, and that I love him more than ever. We hugged.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I met a neighbor on the elevator who asked after Gregory, I told her a little about how he is doing and ended with the usual "but we cope." She succinctly replied, "Well life is like a card game, isn't it? After you are dealt a hand you have to fold or keep playing. The choice seems obvious!"
After having lost his keys a few times, I purchased a key chain for him that gets attached to a belt loop and is long enough so the keys can be tucked in a pocket but also be taken out to open the door without having to detach the chain. He hasn't figured out how to attach the chain to his pants or how to use it yet. Just the fact that the keys are on a new chain has, in his mind, caused the keys to become something different.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Still a fan of Ralph Lauren, we stopped in Macy's to see their selection of Polo shirts. I am in love with long sleeve Chambray, oxford cloth solids or flannel plaids. I guess I am still a "Polo Mystique" kind of guy. When I was teaching my "costume" consisted of one of a number of pair of kaki's hanging in a row in my closet and a Ralph Lauren flannel or Chambray or oxford cloth shirt.
My costume was so predictable that one year, to help celebrate my birthday, my students planned a party for me. Every one of them, with paper mustache attached under their nose, wore kaki slacks and a plaid flannel shirt. When my colleagues gave me a retirement party, all the teachers wore kakis and a Chambray shirt.
So there Gregory and I were in the dressing room and I was trying on shirts. Sadly to say, while I do worship that temple which is the body I live in, I have progressed from an XL to an XXL size shirt. I tried on a shirt and looking at myself in the mirror commented outloud, "God, I hate how big my belly is!"
This was where Gregory was able to one-up-manship me. He replied, "Well you have your problem (my stomach) and I have mine (Alzheimer.") We both got so tickled that we couldn't stop laughing. Marilyn, our sales lady (of the last thirty years or so) came through the open dressing room door to see what fun she was missing.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I was driving on the Edens Expressway, on my way to the dentist, when this one came on. Not easy to drive at 55 mph, through tears. I have adapted the lyrics to apply to "Living with Alzheimer's." The changes reflect the nature of the disease which causes the person afflicted to have good days and difficult days as he slowly disappears and the need to make each day count.
Then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in the summer sky
When our love was new and our hearts were high
When the day was young, and the night was long
And the moon stood still for the nightbird's song
Like no day has been or will be again
We'll sail the sun, we'll ride on the rain
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind
Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand
You must tell the world to stop turning 'til
You return again, if you ever do
For what good is love without
Can I tell you now, as you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly 'til the next hello?
Like no night has been or will be again
I'll sail on your smile, I'll ride on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes that I love so much
Though the good is gone from the word goodbye
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust
Just an empty room, full of empty space
Like the empty look I see on your face
I'd have been the shadow of your shadow
If I thought it might have kept me by your side
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Our prayer for the new year, "It only shouldn't get too much worse."
May you be sealed in the Book of LIfe for Love, Health, and Joy.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
With incorrect understandings it is like trying to cure indigestion with a cold compress to the head. The problem has nothing to do with the attempted cure so its pretty obvious that a cold compress to the head will not cure indigestion. The headache might get better but the indigestion will not. Same with Alzheimer's.
The controversial new theory is that the brain is not destroyed by sticky plaques but by free-floating clumps of protein. The plaques that surround the brain cells of people with Alzheimer's might in fact be trying to protect against the toxic clumps. M.D. Sam Gandy's metaphor for the new thinking is that just as an oyster creates a pearl around a grain of sand to protest itself, plaques may serve as traps for the oligomers that are attacking the brain.
Further implications, if this new theory is correct, have to do with the current drug treatments which attempt to destroy the plaques leaving the toxic proteins behind. This could make the situation worse.
Rudolph Tanzi, director of the Genetics and Aging Research Unit at Massachusetts General HOspital says "The best drugs are yet to come." Here's hoping!
(Idea for this blog taken from AARP Bulletin, September 2010.)
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I asked him to take out the "yuck" which has come to refer by mutual agreement to the "dirty garbage" or all that is not recyclable. It also includes the garbage pails in the two bathrooms and the pail in which we toss zip-locked kitty litter waste. From Gregory's point of view, I can understand how complicated all of this must be.
Usually he knows what to do but just now when I asked him to "Take out the YUCK" he didn't know what I was asking. I reiterated the above information and he stood there, as if in a daze, confused. If I give him all of the information at one time he cannot focus. If I give one piece of the information and wait until he understands and executes the information he waits to hear all of the information. Sometimes he responds as if to say, "Why are you treating me like I am stupid?"
If I get frustrated and explain the difference between one part directions and multi part directions but then he forgets everything we discussed previously. This is usually when I "blow."
We are having company over for lunch. I just finished setting up the buffet, preparing the food, washing up afterwards. I asked him to "Polish the counter" as I placed the paper towel and granite polish in front of him. Maybe he wasn't listening but he proceeded to get the sponge, rinse it out, and wipe down the counter. I stopped him and explained that he only needed to "Polish." His mildly angry response was, "I usually get it right don't I?" To which I responded, "Yes you do but I get frustrated because I asked and showed you what needed to be done and you proceeded to go off in your own direction."
I put a kitchen town down in front of him and asked, "Please get a clean one." He didn't know what to do. I repeated, "Please get a clean towel." "Oh," he responded, "I didn't hear the word towel." Last time I asked for a new towel, I got a bathroom towel because I didn't say "kitchen" even though I handed him the dirty kitchen towel.
So I guess that lessons come in strange ways when you need them. After these several incidents, in which I wasn't at my best but also wasn't at my worst, I turned over one of my daily affirmation cards from Wayne Dyer. It said, "Let go of your ego's need to be right. When you're in the middle of an argument, ask yourself: Do I want to be right or be happy? When you choose the joyous, loving, spiritual mode, your connection to intention is strengthened. I think this applies to today's SIs but will have to think about how it applies to use on the "path."
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
There is nothing in the essays, observations, comments, dream descriptions, or poetry that Gregory does not know about but very often Alzheimer's "protects" the recipient with a buffer from remembering many of the difficulties and changes that take place over time. Also, I freely share my thoughts and feelings in my writings, many of which I do not share with Gregory not wanting him to needlessly feel sad because I feel sad.
Since the story is also his, how could I not at least ask him if he wanted to read it. And he chose to. In fact he is sitting at the kitchen counter, with a cup of coffee, reading it as I type this. I'll let you know how it goes. Meanwhile, please take a minute to leave a comment. It doesn't have to be anything special, just let me know that you have been here. Comment information is at the top of the blog and colored lavender. Thanks.