FOR GREGORY. He was not a VICTIM of ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE, he was a HERO!

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Thoughts on a life.


Thoughts on a Life

Perhaps my success is that I have been able to create for Gregory, a life in which he can truly live in the moment, in which his now and his world are all that matter. 

I have organized our life fully and carefully. This gives Gregory a certain sense of consistency  and control and allows me to make sure that what needs to be done gets done, especially because I am the one who has to do it ... all. It allows him to enjoy his life day to day without having to worry about any details.

The purpose of this essay is not to brag about how much I do, to say look at me, but rather to show you what must go on so that Gregory can live in his moment. How often have you stopped to think about all the things you do to run your life and that of your loved ones? These thoughts on what it takes for us are mine, shared.

Gregory wakes up, cleans up, and puts on his morning "Sweats" which I laid out the night before. He has breakfast, which I assemble and put on a tray, including cereal with bran buds, fruit, and soy milk; a glass of orange juice; yogurt; a mug of tea; a few prunes, apricots, and dates; a handful of assorted raw nuts; and on alternating days - sausage, Canadian bacon, or tinned fish on crackers. On the days he can, he cleans up after breakfast but usually leaves several things on the counter, not knowing where they go. On the days he cannot, I take over.

Then Gregory sits at his desk spending several hours with the New York Times, which I have arranged to be delivered every day. My idea to do this was successfully based on the fact that Gregory still reads, likes his news, but is no longer able to navigate his computer (we used to get the newspaper on-line.) I kidding call this concept "using a brand new technology" since we have never had a newspaper delivered to our door before this."

Some days Gregory can select what he wants to wear, other days I have to help. He is not easily able to relate a temperature number to the season to what kind of clothing to put on. Sometimes I have to notice that his underwear is on backwards. Sometimes he attempts to put on two pair of jeans so I help him through. Often he forgets his belt which confuses him about where to hook his cell phone and keys.

So far he can still make a large salad for his lunch. I help when he gets confused and on some days clean up after him. Often we plan a lunch out around our errands. He always goes with me because I cannot leave him home by himself any more but also because we continue to enjoy each other's company. I decide what he will order as well as what I will order for lunch (same for dinner out for that matter.) I used to ask: "Do you feel like having meat, chicken, or fish tonight?" That no longer works so I just decide. Usually he "goes on" about what a good choice I made and that makes me feel good.

Recently I put together a process for "interviewing, letter of applicationing, background checking, and letter of agreementing" a Companion to spend time with Gregory. I created a process for this with which I was comfortable and which insured the Companion's, Gregory's and my "rights and responsibilities." Part of this includes a brief history of Gregory's dealing with Alzheimer's, what the Companion might encounter, and how to deal with it.

I currently have two college students acting as Companion, each of whom spends 4-8 hours a week with Gregory. This enables me to get out for a meeting or appointment when I have to leave Gregory home alone but also gives me some free time away from my 24/7 responsibilities, just to be able to go out and "play" by myself or with friends.

The interesting part about having a Companion is that I feel like a mother with a young child having to add to my "duties" scheduling, planning, thinking ahead, dealing with actual and potential Companion late arrivals, illness, cancellations. But it has been working well and Gregory has been enjoying the company of "young blood" which provides a different environment for him than having me around 24/7. So this seems to be working well for both of us.

I plan and prepare dinners at home, set the table, serve the food, dress and salt and sauce whats needs dressing, salting, and saucing. I turn on the music we always have at dinner, deciding Chopin, Beethoven, or Sting. After dinner I clean up, sometimes Gregory will dry, I put things away, wipe and "daily spray" the granite counter.

He will ask, "Can we have a little something?" referring to watching a saved TV show, or a NETFLIX movie. I decide what we will watch and run the TV/DVD controls. I make the popcorn or cut up some fruit to have during intermission. After watching a DVD, I put it back in its envelope returning it to sender.

I select an assortment of chocolates for him to have at bedtime. He loves his chocolates! I suggest when it is time to take a shower. I put out new towels when needed. I point out toothbrush and toothpaste when he gets confused over their use or location. I remind him to put on body lotion and help with the parts he cannot reach. I apply the cortisone treated tape to a few areas on his hand and leg that have begun to show psoriasis.

We turn down the bed together after I have brought our water glasses in from the TV room and put his nighttime meds in a small bowl on his night table as well as putting tomorrows out on the kitchen counter. I pull down the shades, turn off the lights, check the thermostat, make sure the front door is locked, and set the alarm (to wake me in the event of his wandering in the middle of the night.)

We read for a while and then lights out. Sometimes he can figure out how "on/off" works and other times I have to pop out of my side of the bed to go over and turn off his lights. The nice ending to every night is that we fall asleep together holding hands.

Of a day, bills are received, reviewed, and paid. Mail is collected, sorted, and handled. Same with e-mail. Birthdays are remembered as are important anniversaries of family and friends. Great nieces and nephews and God-Children are gifted on their birthdays, at Christmas, on graduation, at confirmation, when bar (or bat) mitzvahed, and eventually will also be gifted if they choose to marry and have children.

Household equipment is maintained, serviced, repaired. Walls are washed, erased, or touched up with paint. Clocks, thermostats, and timers set. Laundry sorted, washed, dryed, folded (sometimes Gregogry helps with the folding but I have to double check because he mixes up the variously sized underwear and sox.) Our housekeeper is instructed, directed, and at times corrected (we are grateful for her help.)

Refrigerator, pantry, and larder are stocked and a running list created so everything needed is remembered. When one thing is used up, another is in waiting, and when taken off the shelf has its name added to the running shopping list. Meals are planned executed and eaten. Dishes are set, cleared, washed, and stored.

Friends are e-mailed, telephoned, chatted with, entertained, joined for dinners out. Parties are planned, invitations sent, R.S.V.P.s received, menus planned, food purchased and prepared, buffets set, food replenished, drinks poured, dessert served, clean up accomplished. When we get together with friends, I tell my stories and I tell Gregory's stories. He enjoys hearing his stories told since he cannot manipulate the words to tell them himself.

A pair of reading glasses has been located in each room, labeled for ease of redistribution when Gregory inadvertently looses or moves them around, and new bedtime books selected when he needs a new one.

Doctor appointments are made, symptoms checked out, lotions applied, cuts covered, bruises watched. Dentist cleanings, eye examinations, skin doctor, neurologist appointments made, driven to. Information is discussed with doctor, results listened to, actions for the future remembered and taken as needed.

Again, the purpose of this essay is not to brag about how much I do, to say look at me, but rather to show you what must go on so that Gregory can live in his moment.

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When he wonders about later today or tomorrow, he asks as well as he can (language difficulties considered,) and I tell him again our plans. He will reply with "Oh Goodie" or the like. Often he asks again or is surprised when the plans take place. This periodic wondering seems to be enough for him when it comes to regarding the future.

The past comes up now and then. It is a little more complicated as usually it causes a guessing game about what he is trying to remember. After thirty five years of living with and knowing him, we usually are successful in remembering. Sometimes, not!

Perhaps my success is that I have been able to create for Gregory a life in which he can truly live in the moment in which his now and his world are all that matter. The problems and confusion of dealing with Alzheimer's Disease/Dementia arise when I ask him to live in my world or our world. Sometimes he tries to live in our world and then stumbles, feels confused, and sometimes gets frustrated when he realizes that he is no longer able to do so. I am continuing to learn how to avoid this but am not always successful. I am continuing to learn how to live in his world but am not always successful.

Things he knew how to do yesterday, he does not necessarily know today, and may or may not remember tomorrow. I never know what to say or not say, to ask or not ask, to wonder or not wonder. I never know if he understands what I mean when I ask him to help me with something. Using words like above, below, in, out, over, under, etc are a crap shoot. As mentioned in a previous post, I do not know which is worse: when he doesn't understand something or when he thinks he understands something. 

Life continues to be a thin, thin line between trying as much as possible to live our life as normally as possible ... or better ...  to help him live his life as it is normal to him. Life continues to be a thin, thin line between treating him like a five year old while at the same time respecting him as the 64 year old adult he is. He senses the difference and when I am able to do so successfully he doesn't mind. When I am a little impatient, he gets a little short with me. Can you blame him?

Every night before he goes to bed, he recites aloud the three words he read in a poem and had me print on a post it to put on the side of his night table drawer: Simplicity, Patience, Compassion. As I hear his repeating his mantra, I recommit myself to being as good of a caregiver partner as I possibly can be.

What I wonder is: "Will I ever again be able to live in the moment in which my now and my world is all that matters?" I dread and yearn for that time!




2 comments:

  1. Ah, Michael-

    This is so powerfully articulate and poignant. You have put into words a mile of sorrow, nested in genuine compassion and joy. You live your life fully and meaningfully and honestly. The journey that you and Gregory are now on was clearly not anticipated, but your negotiating the distance and the direction, while scraping and abrading your soul and your heart, has stretched your horizon. You both are an inspiration to me. And, fuck the New York Times.

    Love-
    Jan

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  2. Have you ever thought that maybe you should have waited to write your book? Or perhaps a second book will be in order in the future. I’m not trying to discount what you are doing here but it’s almost as if you could put together a “how to” care guide at the end. Think of all of the people’s lives you might change by sharing your successes/techniques /etc… so that someone with A could live in their now and their world for as long as possible. There is a part of me that feels that many people with A might progress faster than they have to because of the crappy approach of their caregiver. And no disrespect to any caregiver! It’s all a big unknown and while the these things/techniques come to you, they may not for others and your book could be an incredible resource for all caregivers, not just same sex.
    CM

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