Month: July 2023

Like Drifting Sand – some days

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Friday – Happy Friday. We have gotten to the end of the week, almost anyway without any major disasters. This was therapy week. Cheryl’s doctor suggested that she might benefit from PT, OT and ST. Those are speech therapy, occupational therapy and physical therapy in reverse order from my listing of initial abbreviations.

These were the initial visits for evaluation of where she is currently. She did this last year. This disease of Parkinson knows no schedule or any sort of time table but my overall observation of Cheryl is that she is deteriorating at an incredibly slow rate. She is nevertheless deteriorating. I put her in a transfer chair in the morning to take her to the toilet and then later to the kitchen table for breakfast. Eventually she is able to maneuver herself around without my help.

No one dies from Parkinson’s disease, they die with it. Some days however their care partners seriously consider cliff jumping without the necessary safety apparatus. (Sarcasm)

The mundane rigor of it all juxtaposed to the chaos is draining. Perhaps we all need to talk more.

The occupational therapy appointment was at 3:45 PM. The facility is handy. It is about a 10 minute drive from our house to the Drake Center. Cassidy asked Cheryl lots of simple questions about where she is physically and what she did with her day. Questions about cooking, cleaning, sitting and standing. Cassidy also preformed some simple strength and agility testing. Cheryl only misspoke once or twice about her role in the household chores.

My grand plan for the day had been to visit the OT expert and then move on to the Board of Elections. More about the Board of Elections later, but the scheduled appointment to the occupational therapist was almost foiled by a trip to the restroom. At 3 PM I suggested that Cheryl visit the toilet – just in case – so that we had time to make it to the OT appointment at 3:45 PM. Only 5 minutes away but there is that “Please arrive 15 minutes before your appointed time” that medical health services always ask you to do for them. (What makes them so special?) Nevertheless I try to abide by their scheduling rules. Parkinson raised its ugly head and said, “bathroom! Now!” After a little bit of argument we managed to get to the appointment at 3:45 PM. Sadly, there was no 15 minute breather.

In Ohio there is a statewide ballot issue concerning the way we modify the Ohio Constitution. The leg-ups and self-righteous in control of the state government are annoyed with the fact that the OMG’s and the gracious are so easily able to call them to task by proposing a constitutional amendment and forcing them to defend their positions in public. Never mind the fact that graft and greed in the form of direct payment for votes has caused the leader (Householder) to be visited upon by the Feds with gaol (old English) in the offing. The amendment process has survived the rise of the special four who attempted to write themselves into the constitution as the only ones to cultivate cannabis in Ohio if it became legal for recreational use. (I wonder if bars will have special places for them with the tobacco smokers?) So, in the end, the process probably does not need to change.

Early voting at the BOE was not in the offing, however, The OT appointment went longer than I had expected. I do not know what I was expecting. The early voting office closed at 5 PM which was about 4 minutes before we got there. So, after a series of snafus we finished at one of our local pizza stores which was located across the parking lot from the Board offices.

Pizza is a go-to for Cheryl when she cannot decide on anything else. We have often come to this particular pizza palace after church on Saturday evening. We succeeded in landing a table at the empty restaurant at 5:16 in the afternoon just as the skies opened up with a late afternoon thunderstorm. It is Ohio and late July. We enjoyed our pizza and drinks and sat to watch the storm wash our car in the lot. When it came time to leave, Cheryl announced as she often does that she had to visit the rest room. All sorts of things zip into my head when she makes this announcement. Mostly there is a flashback to the many less-than-satisfactory trips to public bathrooms. She refuses to recognize that she needs help more than merely occasionally in the ladies room. I have been in many over the past few months and yet I think she is unconvinced that any help is required. (So I sit and wait to see if she can get back through the door with her walker and seethe while I do it.) Public bathrooms and their cleanliness and the equipment or lack there of is often the main topic of the drive home conversation. (Not the quality or the enjoyment of the food.) It is no doubt just me and my internal opinion but often it seems she is acting like a newly toilet trained child who needs to try out all the toilets they come across because they have this new found ability.

We left the pizza store and drove to one of our favorite soft serve ice cream places for dessert. She wanted to use the toilet there also but theirs was marked closed for repair. I wonder how they get away with that with the health department rules we have.

When we returned home, she spent many hours sitting in her office touching and reading her cards. We eventually went to bed at midnight. She seemed to know where she was then although she had spent the better part of an hour in our from guest bathroom. (Lots of bathrooms are in this story.)

She awakened today at 9:30 am. Spontaneously! I attribute that to a new medication her neurologist prescribed along with the OT, PT and ST. He felt that some if not all of her sleep problems were due to smoldering anxiety and depression issues.

After breakfast and after getting cleaned up and dressed we had a funny little discussion.

“When did I get involved in this play? Who was that girl that put me in it?”, she asked after we had discussed the weather and Jill’s Christmas in July party tomorrow. I thought she was kidding about her situational awareness of her disease. I was wrong. She believes she is in a play that may never end.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely Players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts…

As You Like It — William Shakespeare

Carpe Diem.

Occupational Therapy

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Today we go to OT. Next week we see the speech therapist for the second time as is true for the physical therapist.

On Tuesday of this wek the speech therapist gave me as caregiver a homework assignment. I am to keep track of what Cheryl eats and whether she has a coughing fit while eating whatever it is.

Yesterday I wrote: She had scrambled eggs and bacon with toast and orange juice for breakfast. I aways put water on the table near her just in case. She did not cough (or hack) while eating any of this. Earlier when I gave her the morning meds she coughed a bit while sipping water through the container with a straw. This often happens but less so when I get her to sip a little water before she takes her meds.

She coughed not at all again until our late afternoon grill out on the patio. Again when she was sipping a little water.

I have to admit that I have paid little attention to how Cheryl eats. She eats more slowly than I do. I am a wolfer. She is not. She drinks very little liquid while eating.

Thinking back, her mother drank very little at supper time when we had her over. Her mother had a swallowing problem as she aged, often her throat worked bacwards for her. (She would become embarrassed and refuse any kind of help. I would take her home.) I wonder if Cheryl worries about this problem her mother had. I wonder if Cheryl worries that she might develope the same problem.

On this morning we had Pillsbury refrigerator rolls. These are a favorite of hers so I try to make sure we have some hanging around in the refigerator. She always has orange juice but this morning I also gave her some applesauce. She has been requesting this more when she takes her pills. After eating the applesauce and two and most of a third roll she complained of “nausea”. I do not know what she is actually feeling. She has not vomited since I went to visit my sister two years ago in California. (Then she was extremely constipated.)

She coughed for a bit and I gave her a chewable Tums smoothie with which she sipped a little water. All was well afterwards.

It is remarkable how little water she uses to take her meds. I encourage her to drink more water. It is remarkable how repetative it all is. It being daily life.

Carpe Diem.

Today – Is it Christmas?

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Yesterday evening when we went to bed she told me that today she wanted to put up the Christmas tree. My response was sure tomorrow is a good day for that. She slept undisturbed overnight.

Earlier after a breakfast of pancakes and fruit she told me that today she wants to put up the Christmas tree. We have a niece who has a party theme of “Christmas in July” around her newly rehabilitated back yard pool. (Jill lives five doors north of Sherlock Holmes. For those who read Sir Arthur you can deduce her address.) I have been keeping Cheryl apprised of the decorating progress as Jill has posted pictures on her Facebook Party page.

We went to Jill’s party last year. Of course we will go again this year. I will not remind Cheryl about her idea to put up the Christmas tree. I want to see if she remembers it for a longer period. (Overnight does not count. She often remembers her dreams from overnight.) And to be honest about it I do not want to put it up. Only I will be doing it and I have to rearrange furniture to do it.

So today I will live in terror of having to put up the Christmas tree. Or I could embrace it. The jury is still out.

Carpe Diem.

I Suppose it is True

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One cannot be certain where the day is going when the person you care about most is dealing with Parkinson, memory loss and rapidly developing dementia. I have not spent much time away from Cheryl in my mind lately but Edie’s words made me think.

NEVER REGRET A DAY IN YOUR LIFE: GOOD DAYS GIVE HAPPINESS, BAD DAYS GIVE EXPERIENCE, WORST DAYS GIVE LESSONS, AND BEST DAYS GIVE MEMORIES.

— from Edie Kynard (a friend on Facebook)

The past few days are oddly jumbled up in my head. Yesterday we continued to track down Cheryl’s cousins-that-she-has-not-seen-for-awhile and had lunch. We picked up Lois and in keeping with our plan went to eat in a restaurant we had not been to before. Wild Mike’s it was called. Sort of a cross between a diner and a sports bar. In Cincinnati how you tell that is the place sells boneless chicken wings, real chicken wings, hoagies and hamburgers. It was a good time and we stopped in with Lois for an hour or so and Cheryl went through her family reunion book with Lois.

This afternoon two of Cheryl’s friends came to visit for awhile. I went to the barber for a much needed tune-up. I enjoyed the camaraderie of the barber shop that I have been going to for 50 years or so.

In the evening I made dinner in the oven as rain was predicted and I did not want to grill out in the wet. We ate on the back patio waiting for the rain that never did come. Cheryl pronounced it good and ate most of it. We did not argue. We enjoyed a random conversation about plants and rocks and things in the woodsy area behind our condo. She told me about some kids in the trees that I could not see. I asked her what they were doing. Just hanging there she said.

And today, although it was not best, is a good memory. Tomorrow she said as I helped her to bed – I want to put up the Christmas tree.

Carpe Diem

Cheryl likes Cookies

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Today is Snicker Doodle Day again. These are simple sugar cookies. I added a new twist and put in a teaspoon of almond extract into the cookies dough. (Maybe two tsp. next time) I also added a tablespoon of psyllium husk power for added fiber. Parkies need as much fiber as they can get.

This basic recipe comes from the Betty Crocker Dinner for Two Cookbook. Cheryl has been making these cookies for 50+ years. Her face lights up when I make them.

Carpe Diem.

It is a Messy Disease

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Cheryl never likes it when I suggest she should take a shower. She accepts that information as me telling her that she stinks. She does not but I keep track of how often she washes herself in the shower. She can no longer remember that information. So, when I ask if she needs any help taking a shower and getting cleaned up and she snaps at me, I ignore it as I am able to do.

It hurts occasionally and I react to that sometimes but I feel in my heart she does not recognize the hurtful comments she makes sometimes.

Another “goal” is to keep her safe and not walk away no matter the vindictive.

Carpe Diem.

What are My Goals?

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My sister said that maybe I should reevaluate my goals for Cheryl. I interpreted that as not specifically goals but what am willing and wanting to do for her care. Considering myself and my health in that same equation.

Hmm, lots to think about there. Recently I bought a new transfer chair to help me maneuver Cheryl around various places that I felt were too far for her to walk. My original thought was graduation and parties. We had some of those coming up.

It was a convenient method of transport so much so that I opted to take it to Florida on our little trip and not Cheryl’s super-walker from U-Step. In retrospect it was both a mistake and a smart move. I did take her “in house” walking frame. She had support at night and in our rental condo. A beach wheelchair was free for the asking we merely had to make a phone call to the life guards.

I pushed her across the street to get ice cream a couple times. that would have been a car trip if I had not had the transfer chair. — Convenient. Getting her into and out of the ladies handicap bathroom/stall — INConvenient. Live and learn mom used to say. We will keep using the transfer chair. It is how I get her out of bed to the toilet to the kitchen. It works great for that. I have not had any back issues. She does partially support herself.

I have started to think — actually I have for some time — I need to get my act together before I start helping her get her act together. In that instance I am not in a hurry for me and I can be calmer (I am still not good at that part.) at least while I am helping her. I have learned to anticipate her moves.

When we were at the neurologist earlier this week he asked if we would like to talk with a doctor associated with their practice that specializes in palliative care. We will see how this all plays out. Are we near the junction with another road?

Carpe Diem

Doctors Week is Tiring

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This week for lack of a better description was doctors’ week. We saw both our personal care physician and Cheryl’s neurologist a movement disorders specialist. He made some minor adjustments in her meds schedule and added one new one to help with anxiety and perhaps some depression he detected by interviewing Cheryl.

Prior to these visits over the past couple days Cheryl slept poorly. This morning she is sleeping in. She was relieved last night when I helped to bed with the fact that we had nowhere to go today. We had no doctor visits. She did not have to be on her toes to answer questions about how she feels that could make her feel sad. I think she is very aware that she can cry easily and is unable to control that response. Her neurologist is very gentle and recognizes her disease’s progression in her body.

It was very hard to maintain her showtime persona yesterday and the day before. I am gladdened by the fact that it is over for a few months.

I helped her up out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast but I was premature. She kept her eyes closed in the kitchen. She seemed uninterested in breakfast after all. I asked her if she wanted to sit in the lounge chair and doze for a bit. She did.

I talked to the physical therapy folk to schedule the PT recommended by her neurologist. Eventually she awakened as I put a pillow under her left side because she was drooping that way in the lounger.

I rolled her back to breakfast. She ate and looked at the paper. She did not work the puzzles.

I talked to my Portland sister. She often makes me rethink things. The doctor has diagnosed Cheryl with some mild anxiety and perhaps depression. The brain floats in a sea of proteins and chemicals. Parkinson messes with that. I do not always recognize my own needs as a care partner.

The next phase begins.

Carpe Diem.

Today Cheryl took my Breath Away

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Allison is a wonderful young woman who has been cutting and styling Cheryl’s hair for some time. She had been operating out of a salon on the second floor of a business front in our old neighborhood for some time. Many years ago when Cheryl had foot surgery I asked her if she could come to our house and do Cheryl’s hair while she was stuck in a chair waiting for her foot to heal. Allison said of course she could. She had several clients that she took care of at their house.

Cheryl visited her in the salon for a couple years after her foot healed but eventually it became too much – the stairs. I asked Allison if she would visit us on a regular basis and a new relationship of service started.

As Allison was getting ready to leave and I handed her a check she said let’s set up a date for here next hair visit. I got out the calendar of all knowledge and we looked at August dates. Weeks-wise the next date would be August 23rd but that date interfered with something for her son Paulo. She suggested either August 30th or September 1st. I picked August 30th.

August 30 is the anniversary of the day we met. It was August thirtieth of 1966. It was a blue moon. Cheryl remembers that. I would to report to you that I remember it succinctly but I would be lying or at least making up stories about my youth. She remembers that it was a full moon. That fact caused me to look up astrological data to find out it was a blue moon. It is a blue moon this year too. I told Allison the story of our meeting.

After Allison left Cheryl talked about her death, something that every human is able to imagine. Cheryl said to me, “She is such a nice young woman. She didn’t mention that I won’t be here then.”

I replied, “What do you mean by that?”

She said, “I will be dead by then.”

I sat down to have a conversation but I was too dumbstruck to speak for a minute. I wanted to know where that thought had come from. She did not have an answer but she was adamant about it. “I’ll be here in spirit”, she said. (Wow. I thought.)

I don’t know what to make of that idea that she has or had for that moment in time this morning. What I do know is that I will be more alert to her needs for the next few weeks.

Carpe – blue moon – Diem.

An Anagram for Heart

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I am happy to learn things wherever they come from. This morning working on the Wordle from the NYT I happily learned that heart is an anagram for earth. It makes me think.

I have often thought that I might have a touch of dyslexia. I have thought this ever since I learned what dyslexia is probably sixty years ago.

Early in our married life I would say that I have date dyslexia. By this I meant that although I knew exactly when Cheryl’s birthday is, I felt no urgency to react to the fact that my wife’s birthday was coming up in a few days. That is probably not the best example but it is one that I used often.

Maybe it is just numbers that somehow fascinate me. Even though they are in order I do not look ahead on the line.

Riding my bike today I stopped to take a picture of a plant that I did not know. A friend told me about “Seek” which is an app that identifies flora and fauna that you take a picture of. It works great when the fauna sit still.

Flora are easier. I found an American Black Elderberry. A quick search of Wikipedia revealed that The fruits can be used to make wine and jelly. I think there is a song that mentions elderberry wine.

One never knows where a snippet of knowledge will come from. The unripe fruit contains cyanogenic compounds but less so than apples. The Iroquois used the inner bark to treat toothache.

Enjoy the Earth around you.

Carpe Diem.