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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Saturday, January 21, 2012
In the past (B.A. = Before Alzheimer's) when he got really involved in a "heavy" movie he would be distracted and "lost in it" for a while after (hours at least.) This time his distraction via Alzheimer's showed up during dinner when he didn't know how to cut the peach in his peaches and cottage cheese, started to pull it apart with his fingers, so I cut up his food for him. He was quite confused between his knife and spoon, when he did figure out that the knife was to spread jam on his English muffin he did not really understand the principal of how a knife carries the jam and spreads it.
After his muffin was gone, he loaded up his knife with more jam, "Where am I supposed to put this?" he asked. "Back in the jar," I replied, "you have no more muffin to put it on."
He was aware of how confused he was and (in his few-ly worded way) recognized "How I am after a movie."
Friday, January 20, 2012
Early in the movie I realized that part of telling Ms. Thatcher's story is that she, at 82, suffers from dementia which has been labeled Alzheimer's Disease. Totally unprepared. So you can imagine I cried through a lot of the movie. Not sure how Gregory felt about it. Maybe we'll discuss it in a little while over dinner. Then again, why ruin a good meal. Maybe before bedtime. Then again, why ruin a good night's sleep?
Below is the link to an article I found on the internet which talks about Ms. Thatcher's daughter and her autobiography.
Click here to go to Mary Kenny's article.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Just now he brought me a piece of lunch meat so I could smell if it was OK. Glad he remembered to do that rather than just eating it.
It was spoiled so I said, "It is spoiled. Throw it away and then wash your hands." I heard the cabinet door to the trash open and close but I did not hear him wash his hands. I questioned. "Did you wash your hands?"
"I did," he said.
I saw that he had not. "I don't think you did, please wash your hands."
He did not know what to do. He repeated, "Wash your hands." several times but did not know what to do. I had to show him.
When I ask to see his wallet and he gives me his cell phone. When I ask to see his cell phone, he doesn't remember where he keeps it.
When we arrive somewhere and take off our coats, he doesn't know where to put his hat and gloves. When I remind him, he does not know how to get into the coat pocket. Often when something is in a pocket, he does not know how to retrieve it.
More and more, after drying dishes after dinner, he does not know where they belong.
He forgets how to use his knife and fork so uses his fingers more often. If there are two forks, as at the restaurant, he gets really confused.
When gathering his clothes for the morning he took only one sock. When I showed him, he didn't know what was wrong with the picture.
He put his reading glasses on the bed while he took his pills, then got under the covers and couldn't find the glasses, which had been pushed down under the pillow. I didn't know this but in the morning found his glasses at the bottom of the bed.
And other times, everything still seems normal.
This happens almost all the time now. I have such a difficult time living in his world. I am numb. Where do I take my numbness?
Monday, January 16, 2012
Letters combined into words into sentences,
Making up thoughts, and ideas and stories.
A poet searches for just the right word,
To convey meaning, experience, emotions
The essence of the things of life are told.
A person with dementia searches as well,
Through the emptiness, confusion and fear,
Trying to express the simplest of ideas.
At times the poet is can be articulate,
And often times beautifully lyrical,
But always in control of his words.
The person with dementia can be articulate
But at times cannot express himself at all
And over time the control of words escapes.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
It brings a heaviness to the air that one cannot completely describe and that is yours to carry around during your day to day activities of living. You continue to live as he possibly continues to die. It reminds you of your own fragility as well as your continued strength. You feel a sense of sadness and fear yet numbed versions. Did I say a sense of helplessness. Pray? Not sure how that helps. Hold positive healing thoughts, sounds better to me.
So we continue to wait and hope try not to notice that shadow following us around the house.
Unaware By: Michael A. Horvich (2010)
In a previous post, I may have talked about a call Gregory received from his mother (now deceased) asking, "What is the definition of an optimist?" with the answer "An eighty year old couple who are building a new house!" as a way of announcing their move back to Goshen, Indiana from Florida and buying a house that was newly under construction.
An update on this matter of optimism comes at a meeting Gregory and I had with our lawyer to bring up to date our five year old trust, wills, powers of attorney etc; when Gregory brought Janna up to date on his situation by saying, "You know ... this Alzheimer's thing ... It isn't ... causing ... really any problems."
Bless the Dementia Buffer!