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Memory Walks are happening all over around this time. Ours was last weekend, it got rained out. I hope you have the opportunity to participate in your local Walk. It is a grand occasion to meet others who deal with Alzheimer's whether it rains or not. A donation was made for all of us in the name of The Ribbon. The donations are so very important for The Alzheimer's Association to keep up the work helping all of us.
Karen and I started The Ribbon in order to help caregivers and families as they journey through the maze known as Alzheimer's Disease.
We chose to keep it a free publication whether you get it via email or by US Mail. It is our vocation to share what we learn and to do so without cost to you.
We are thrilled when one of you writes to let us know that you are making copies and sharing them with others. That is our whole purpose; to share information, tips, answer questions, and to just share our lives with others who understand what caring for someone with Dementia entails.
What we don't understand is why a lot of others do not wish to share...or...they will share for a fee. Why wouldn't everyone who has any connection whatsoever with Alzheimer's Disease want to help someone else travel the maze?
Our world has gotten so "lawsuit happy" and so "money hungry" that we must be so very careful about what we print and where we send or give out The Ribbon.
Let us as caregivers and families unite and demand that information be distributed and shared without the fear of reprisal. After all, aren't we all just looking for answers in every nook and cranny we can find?
We do run into wonderful people who feel as we do and hopefully others will join in and realize they need to do the same.
The Ribbon will always be shared freely. You always have our permission to copy and distribute it to those in need. We are now working on a flyer that has the web address and Mail address so we can send to Nursing Homes, Senior Centers, Doctor's offices, etc. If you would like a copy sent to you so you can do the same just let us know.
Jamie and Karen
A Deeper Love
Caring for one's mother when she develops Alzheimer's can be sad and frustrating, but it also can bring joy and a deepening of love.
Throughout my life Mother was a loving mother, but a rather domineering woman. I realize now her attempts to control her children's lives resulted from her mother love and what she considered best for them. But this made closeness and confidences difficult, especially when I married.
However, as Mother developed Alzheimer's after my dad's death, it seemed to fall to my husband and me to care for her and attend to her business affairs.
"Why me?" I wondered. "Why Jim and me?"
However, as Mother required more and more care, I began to receive my answer.
It's not easy to care for someone with Alzheimer's, to make decisions for your parent when she resists, to realize you're now the parent to your parent.
There's a bittersweet sadness as you accept the fact that your once vibrant, independent mother is now your responsibility, a woman who might resist you sometimes while accepting your directions with relief on other occasions.
from this care of my mother, I realized my love for her had
This deeper love has developed as I've served and cared for her.
To know I can give her security and comfort and joy, even when she no longer knows me, results in a feeling of satisfaction. But even more than that, there is a love for this person who needs me as she never did when she was independent.
To realize I can bring her pleasure with a hug, a pat on the cheek, or a song becomes a reward I never would have known if I'd refused to care for her as she developed Alzheimer's.
"She knows it's you, Mary," said the nurse as Mother smiled when I spoke to her and held her hand while she sat in her wheel chair.
Whether Mother realized who I was or not, it was gratifying to know I was bringing her pleasure and making a difference in her day.
(c)2000 Mary Emma Allen
(Mary Emma Allen has written a book, "When We Become the Parent to Our Parents," about coping with her Mother's Alzheimer's. Mary also has begun publishing a newsletter, "Parenting Our Parents."
In Passing: Those We Must Remember
Dearest Karen, well my dreaded moment has come and now gone. I lost my Mom...my friend who was always there for me no matter what...on Labor Day September 4th. The last two days of her precious life was so sad. I can't say enough about the Hospice angels for the last two days they were here back and forth most of the day. They were even going to stay the day she died so I could get some sleep. Hospice was a blessing for me as I knew when Mom came home this last time that I didn't know what to do. Here I had cared for her the whole time and had done everything and I was stumped. I was scared I didn't know what to do and Hospice was suggested. They came in and took charge of everything I didn't have to do anything except try to get Mom to eat. They handled every thing that came along. They corresponded with the doctors and made sure that Mom was not in any pain. They explained everything to me right thru to the end. She was comfortable until the end and medication was increased as it was the end and the medicine hadn't been being absorbed the last day. I truly don't know what I would have done had they not been here. I watched this horrible horrible disease right thru to the end. God Bless you all who have loved ones with this disease and for me...I'm lonely without my one friend I could tell everything to. She always guided me, always there for me with a listening ear. I will miss that....Ginny
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The Heart Remembers
I have of late
begun to gather and appreciate quotes as they convey much in a
few words. As much as I like poetry and write some from time to
time, I have never been able to remember and recite any from
memory. But quotes are a different story -- short, sweet and to
the point. Relationships are sometimes very hard to define, but
the quote from Lord Byron, "Man's love is of man's life a
thing apart, 'tis woman's whole existence," really seems to
sum up relationships of many in my era and before. Katherine
Hepburn wrote: "Love has nothing to do with what you are
expecting to get, only with what you are expecting to give, which
is everything." -- This was pretty much how I entered into
my partnership with my husband. And when my children came it was
miraculous the unknown void in my heart that was filled --
Something a man can never really understand this early in life I
don't feel -- the completeness it brings to one's being, for the
depth of a mother's love is truly immeasurable. My husband even
admitted when our daughter was 5 or so and was in for stitches
from a fall, that he hadn't realized just how much he loved her
till her plaintive cries of "Daddy, don't let them hurt me,"
pulled at his heart and he was helpless in the situation. But
women are different creatures. Our life is centered on our home,
husband and family. Doing our best to create a loving, secure
home, a safe haven from the world. I don't mean to sound
'Pollyanish', for truly my family's life would not be likened to
'Ozzie & Harriet'. A roller coaster ride for sure, and at
times the familiar sameness of a merry-go-round. But through it
all the love and security of our relationship remained.
I shared my article with a friend, another diagnosed with Alz. D to see if he could or would like to add anything from perhaps a man's perspective. He is someone whose opinions that I value and trust. The following was his reply. -- I found his closing sentence most touching. - Jan
I don't think there's a separate "man's" point of view--I think the answer is in the heart, and that's universal.
Editor's note: Jan is an occasional contributor to The Ribbon. She has been diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's Disease. I truly admire her and now Morris for keeping us aware of their point of view. It is important for those of us who are caregivers to know what they think and feel.
Saturday, November 18
An informational workshop free of charge with emphasis on how to deal with healthcare professionals, preventing isolation, taking care of yourself, and financial and legal planning.
For further information call Aging & In-Home Services at (800) 552-3662
The Fallout of Alzheimer's
I have made a vow to never be less than honest with the readers of this wonderful newsletter and as hard as this will be to tell, I can't stop now. Last Thursday night I had decided that I could not do this any longer. There were too many burdens and I have been doing them alone far too long. There were so many things that preceded this to cause me to temporally lose my mind I'm not sure I can even remember them all. First of all I have been sick for a week with diarrhea and couldn't shake that virus. I lost 10 pounds in less than a week. Yes, I desperately want to lose weight but not this way. I ran out of toilet tissue and I am one of those people who always have extras so I never run out of anything. I was down to using Kleenex. The new commode in the hall bathroom broke. The taxes on the houses I had sold were so delinquent by the time I found out they had been turned over to an attorney for the City to take them. I haven't had any money on those houses or the house they rented next door for their daughter in 4 months and that is how I live. I was hit with almost $10,000 back taxes and they had to be paid or the property would have been auctioned. To have to worry and try and decide what and how to do is overwhelming. We are in the process of having to get John a new leg and here we go again with another uphill battle with workman's comp. to pay for it. He had called me crying two weeks ago saying his leg hurt and when I got there and saw his stump I could have killed off half of HH. They just assumed that because he always has something hurting that it was his arthritis. He pulled that blood, pus, soaked wool sock and I just lost it. How had he been walking? When he had someone call me and tell me his leg was hurting I told them to tell him I would be there. By the time I walked in, and yes I hurried he was sitting there at his dining table with his head almost in his plate and tears were falling into his food. I did everything I could and knew that the place we go to have work done on his prosthesis would be open only half a day the next day. I left three messages on their machine telling them we would see any technician but he had to be seen. I got him there and I have to go into the very middle of downtown Houston. I have already called his primary physician about the infection. They adjusted it as much as they could, said he had to have a new leg, he was put on complete bed rest and I took him back to HH. On the way to Houston there was a lady in a white Ford Explorer who got on the freeway at the same time we did. Her left rear driver's side's tire was almost totally flat and traffic is heavy. This woman seemed to stay in front of me, beside me or behind me. Now I have never had a blowout or flat driving 60mph but with so much traffic I'm convinced that there would have been a wreck so I am trying to stay away this woman without alarming John because he had already said she was going to kill us all. I could see a HPD sitting on the side of the freeway in front of us and she pulled up right behind me, I changed lanes, she did the same thing and I did the same thing. The next thing I am being pulled over written a ticket for not signaling when I changed lanes. This cop was the biggest jerk I have ever encountered. He would not let me say one word in my defense, told me to tell it to the judge. Now all I have done is change lanes without signaling and if you put everyone in one big place that drives I10 every single day and doesn't signal when they change lanes it would fill a city the size of Chicago. So here is another worry, do I fight this thing, have to go downtown to a place where I know nothing about the court system and know that I don't have a prayer of winning or do I try and find the money to pay it? Do I go and spend a day and as much money as the ticket taking defensive driving and all the problems of getting that set up? I had used up every cent I had in savings to pay those taxes. I am terrified of having no money and it looks like my worst fear is upon me. I lose my box of checks. My checks, the Miller Fund, everything and it cost me $70.00 to get me checks by Monday. My house looks like a tornado went through because I was frantic looking for those checks.
The tremendous burden of the strokes has left me financially ruined and had another one last week and one the week before when I almost bled to death when I fell and cut my mouth and the blood thinner wouldn't let the bleeding stop. A night in ER. Last week I fell and my head hit the concrete and I had a knot on my head the size of a goose egg. I saw my neurologist and was told this last one was much worse than all of the others put together.
That night I had hit rock bottom and actually saw no way out of this mess. I cry every day of my life for the loss of the man I love. I cry for all of the things he will miss in the grandchildren's lives. My heart breaks because he is failing more each day and he is starting to fall. His mind has diminished so much, I can barely stand it. So all of these things are going through my head and I kept thinking. "What am I going to do?" I can't even take care of myself, much less John. I came over to the computer and put everything down for Dan and Lisa, I took a shower, and went to bed. Then I started taking pills. The ironic thing if there is one is that I have maintained my entire life that I would never take my life. Clinical depression runs in my mother's side of the family and when she tried to commit succeed I can remember thinking how utterly selfish she was. How dare she? But that lonely night when I felt that I couldn't take another step it seemed the only thing to do. As you can see, I didn't succeed, I ran out of pills. But that night gave me so much insight into the way things really are. Houses are merely that, something material. So is the ticket, something that can be managed. The money problem will somehow solve itself and if it doesn't it won't be the end of the world. I hurt and disappointed a lot of people that night and I now realize that I was not solving a problem. I was creating one that could have never been repaired. So I am very disappointed, frantically furious at myself for even thinking of doing anything so stupid and foolish. But there were lessons learned that night.
I have seen my Family Physician and we realized the reason for the depression. The Prozac which incidentally is the ONLY thing I can take is $284.00 a month and I had cut the dosage in half and the medication that was working with it, I had increased. I was shooting myself in the foot. The medication is straight, my mind is healing. and my body is slowly healing. But I want everyone to know that the past 12 years have been one nightmare after the other and it has been me and me alone doing all the caring and I felt I couldn't do it anymore. I turned it over to God and I would allow him to have it for a while but I always reached over and took it back. No one but me could care for John. But taking my life was not the answer for any of us. It would have destroyed what is left of this family and what a legacy to leave your grandchildren. I have shared this with you as I have every aspect of my life but if you are going to be critical of me please keep your feelings to yourself. I am still too fragile to deal with anything negative. There is nothing you can say to me that will make me feel any worse than I do, believe me. I love you all.
I recently visited you web-site and think you are doing a wonderful job with The Ribbon. I wanted to make you aware of a resource that may be of interest to your readers. I am the Clinical Social Worker for the University of California, San Diego's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center. Last year a book I co-authored with seven persons with Alzheimer's was published by W.H. Freeman Publishers, New York.
"Speaking Our Minds - Personal Reflections from Individals with Alzheimer's" may be of interest to your readers as it gives caregivers insight into the subjective experience of the disease. You can find out more about the book on Amazon.com, and if you have any question about the book and the work,please feel free to contact me.
Again, thanks for all of your good work on behalf of families.
I am a national advisor for Sigma Kappa Sorority. We raise money and support alzheimers. I would like to recieve the news letter and see if you can help me in locating a "speaker" for my collegiate chapters in Indiana on Alzheimers. Thank you for all that you do. Paula
Editor's note: Is there anyone who can help? I think it's wonderful that young people are getting more and more involved.
In latest addition of
The Ribbon newsletter you mentioned a family getting
That family was mine, the husband was my dad. The benefit is based on need. It is not an automatic entitlement. In other words, if you need it, if there is not enough money for the widow to support her needs (long term care), then the benefit is forthcoming.
You must apply for it, there are reams of paperwork, and evaluations to determine if the widow truly requires 24/7 care. As I said in the article, we initially got some help in paying for in-home care and just a few months after that was in place, Mom got physically ill, was hospitalized and we moved her from the hospital to a care facility.
It took about 3-4 months for the VA to "reevaluate" her case and for the increased amount of money to start coming in.
I hope this answers your question, Gayle....if not let me know.....Karen
Replies to Jamie's question
Dear Jamie, My husband is now in full time care but he was very much against day care at first and so what I did was take him and then tell him they needed him to help with the other folks in there and it would be like a part time job now that he was retired. He complained a couple of times, but I kept telling him that he really was needed and they could not do without him and soon he was looking forward to going and "helping". I know that is one of the difficult stages that I had with him. But now that he is really not knowing anyone and very frail looking I look back and realize that that was a good time since at least he knew who I was.
Love, Sally (Sals62@aol.com)
Janalee and I wanted to get Mom interested in the day care, we
went with her and stayed there and talked with everyone for 2-3
hours....making it seem very fun and interesting. We went to see
a play they had; we entered their craft fair. It wasn't easy, but
Mom started seeing familiar faces and it helped.
You might try an activity that we have been doing with patients in Day Care. It is called "collage conversations". We place magazines and,or, photos in front of them, when they see something that they like, or brings back some fond memories, we cut them out and paste them onto a colored poster-board. (if there are words chosen, use them as well as images!) When the board is filled, adhere it to a wall, on a table or any place where they can enjoy looking at it. It can be laminated for safe keeping. It will give her pleasure every time she looks at it, and be proud that the collage was her art piece. Please try it, and give me some feedback. I want to know her reaction and how well it worked. Along with the making of the collage, try some conversation about the chosen images. It really works! This is part of a program called "RETURN TO INNOCENCE". It's still in the developemental stage, but we are already doing workshops with family caregivers, and it's been very successful.
Helen Fleder, Sarasota, Florida E mail address firstname.lastname@example.org
Lost With Words
What do you say
to your friend when someone close to them dies,
I feel the hurt
inside along with your fear,
I feel the
darkness and loneliness and sense how strong you try to be,
close to you that person is gone,
I stand next to
you to let you know I am there,
We start out so small, curled up inside.
I see you as a
child; lost looking for a way,
I have to accept
that one day you will be gone,
You can read more from and about Lynn by going to www.poetry.com and entering her name under "Search for a poet".
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Hugs and Peace,