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A Simple Phone Call

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Cheryl delights in getting phone calls from people. It is a simple way for people to talk to each other on a direct basis. It is not a public conversation like so many on Facebook. Cheryl does not understand Facebook. You say to yourself- what is there to understand. Exactly. Now you know where her mind is.

About a year ago I wrote a long letter to her brothers and sisters in the hope of one or several of them would occasionally call Cheryl on the phone. Perhaps it was too subtle of me to suggest that they could do that in amongst a long list of other things that could and would help her to stay connected. They are not as communicative as I had hoped.

Cheryl, however, is always hopeful. When we return from anywhere – literally anywhere – she always wants to check for messages. She does this even though she is unable to remember how to do that. We still have a “landline” although it is no longer connected to the land. I keep it to give the robocallers something to do. Sometime this nice man in India (or Pakistan) who claims to be Mike with Medicare calls. He rarely leaves a message but once in awhile a real person does like my brother-in-law in Florida or a friend of Cheryl’s who does not understand her plight and still calls on the sort of landline. I can check for messages on my computer by logging into my Spectrum account. I suppose that is too much technology but I like it.

I think I miss the days when the phone was a phone. I think I miss phone books too. It was easier to track down folks that you had not talked to for some time. A method to reconnect was in the phone book. People who did not need connection had their phones unlisted. The roboes did not call as much then.

We used to have dumb phones. Now the phones that everyone carries around are small hand held computers that people rarely talk on. Many seem afraid that we will miss something. My sister-in-law walks around with a single inexpensive earbud in her ear that looks like a cicada in case someone calls. Maybe she is a secret telemarketer like Mike from Medicare.

When I was still working as an engineer, if I was talking to someone in my office, I did not answer the phone on my desk. Once one of the technicians and I were discussing a problem we were having with a machine and the phone rang – with an actual bell. I ignored it and he said – aren’t you going to answer that? My response was – not right now. You and I are working. If it is important they will leave a message or call back. He seemed bemused that I did not answer it right away. Others I knew would and if I needed to talk I called them on the phone even if they were in the next cubicle.

Many broadcast messages on Facebook and twitter and tiktok etc. I think that is like trying to find information in a noisy pub. It takes time to narrow down the source and then details may not be initially forthcoming. You might have to shout your question in a pub – you might have to ask your question in public on social media. It is possible to get an answer from a totally disinterested party. Who needs that?

Call Cheryl on the phone. She really enjoys conversing even though she is not good at it anymore. Be patient. She may really have a hard time finding words. Keeping connected with others is important to parkies and care partners. It gets lonely sometimes on the road. Conversation is crucial to good mental health.

Carpe (the land line) Diem

Sparingly

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Daily writing prompt
How do you use social media?
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Sparingly. Although it does amuse me. Mostly. My immediate life is not driven by my need to read social media posts. I am old I guess. It is much more fun to sit with friends and family, have a beer or soft drink and chat. Face to face. Mano a mano. In close proximity. Body language is part of communication. Social media has managed to strip away everything other than the words.

Words have nuance.

Let Conversation Flow

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On the third Monday evening of each month we gather at the Parkinson Community Fitness facility for our support group meeting. Support groups are not for everyone. I would probably not go if it was left up to me. (I am smiling.) As this disease has taken over I realize that sometimes I just want to listen to other people’s stories. I want to hear what they are interested in. I want to let them tell me what their concerns are. I have to resist telling them how to fix it long enough to discover how they solved that problem or overcame that obstacle. It is part of my personality to jump in with a solution. If I resist the temptation long enough, I learn things. Dad said to me a long time ago that you need to listen to the other guy even if you think he is a jerk because he might have a good idea. I took that to heart and remember it. It was during my early working career. Do not let personalities get in the way of good ideas.

Do not let personalities get in the way of conversation. Little snippets of intimate knowledge and deep personal beliefs and fears emerge in between comments. Listen carefully. Many people are not very guarded in their speech. Many will become comfortable and reveal small but important details that might not be spoken out loud in another venue.

Our group always starts with a list conversation starters. We are not that good. There are plenty of support group resource materials. We always select too many and often use few or none. For our Monday meeting we used these seven.

  1. A UC Health article shows in a new trial, led by Dr. Espay, says that drugs delivered continuously through a pump was more effective at controlling symptoms of Parkinson’s disease without causing dyskinesia. Also, over a three month trial period, patients receiving ND0612 had 1.73 more hours of daily “On Time”. Does anyone have additional information about this?
  1. What are some fun activities for Parkinson’s Patients?
  1. What are some positive coping mechanisms for managing Parkinson’s Disease?
  1. What are some important goals for caregivers to have in caring for a Parkinson’s Patient?
  1. Can you name any other ways to improve the quality of life of a Parkinson’s Patient?
  1. How can a person with Parkinson’s Disease cope with depression and/or anxiety?
  1. Have you, as a Parkinson’s disease patient, made any adaptations to your diet that have helped you in any way physically and/or mentally?

Our group is a joint group. Some have Parkinson. Some are care partners. Last evening one of the group members needed to talk about her recent experience as caregiver to her husband of many years. They recently changed doctors. (It is important to find a doctor that you trust in.) During the doctor’s initial evaluation, the great ones do not accept what is written in previous records from others, which was supposed to last for two hours, her husband experienced some odd symptoms which extended the visit by several hours. Tests were done. After a team evaluation it was determined that his meds and dosage were incorrect. These were changed and in her words, he is like the man I married again. In a support group environment let the members speak about their concerns at the present regardless of the list of conversation starters that was sent prior to the meeting.

The second topic – fun ideas – produced a long list of activities. We can save the rest for later. Sometimes it is necessary to simply talk to a group that empathizes with your situation in life.

Carpe Diem.

Inspiration, Thoughts and Ideas

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As we progress down the sad road of Parkinson and intermingled dementia I am always looking for ways to help Cheryl or get help for her and me. This web blog by Cheryl Hughes is and has been a source and an inspiration to me.

For the past few days as Cheryl has struggled through various mental clouds I have begun to ask about and look for trusted home health services. She is coming off of a UTI which I am getting pretty good at recognizing just by behavior. Some sort of mild sleep disturbing cough (thankfully not Covid related) has messed with sleep cycles for her and me. All of that is easing as the antibiotics have been used up. We are slowly drifting into our weekly sameness.

The past week of April has been beautiful in Ohio. On Tuesday I road my Rad City bike out of our drive onto the public roads. This is something that I have spent the winter gathering the courage to do. I rode around late morning to early afternoon on residential streets near me so that I did not have to deal with rush hour frantic antics. I greatly enjoyed my ride and although it was not long I realized that I was relaxed when I returned. My cousin-in-law was sitting in the kitchen with Cheryl having lunch and I was pleasantly fatigued.

It is time for me to get some consistent considerate help. It will cost money but there is that story about camels and needles that reminds me of my real responsibilities. Financially rich is not a good description of us but I am acutely aware that Cheryl’s care will cost more as time goes on. I may be too concerned about that but it is something I think about often.

Cheryl Hughes has pointed me to DailyCaring.com which is now sending me email newsletters. This website may prove invaluable as I try to learn more about helping Cheryl. Other friends have pointed me to a home care group that I will contact in the coming week to get established.

Carpe Diem

Sometimes In The Evening

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Late in the evening when I am able to sit quietly and think about where we are with this parkinson thing I start to realize how it is affecting me. I ponder and think about how it is affecting her. Self -doubt pursues me everywhere.

As Cheryl’s confusion and memory lost develop into her dementia, I wonder if she is aware of her disability. I wonder if she knows about what is going on around her. I wonder is if she is scared. I know it scares me. She has always been self reliant. She often resists help. She makes me feel intrusive and yet I know her mind is awash in confusion. (Do I actually know that? Is that a misconception?)

Yesterday we had lunch with our daughter and talked about their family’s planned trip to Florida. We talked about the logistics of getting six differing schedules aligned for a family vacation. I thought it might be nice to go to there with them. I held Cheryl’s hand and asked her if she would like to do that. She was reluctant but interested in visiting with other family. (If we went along would we be a burden to Anna’s family and their time off vacationing together?)

My daughter pointed out to me that I keep track of Cheryl’s health like a hawk. She asked if I was keeping track of my own health. I think I am. But when I drift into deep discernment, meditation, prayer and thought, I am unsure. I think back to times when Cheryl and I went off together somewhere sometimes for a week or so, sometimes with friends we met up with, sometimes for a weekend alone with just us to entertain each other. Once Cheryl planned a special surprise for my birthday, all the kids and grandkids showed up – it was a well kept secret. These are all wonderful memories and it makes me long for those times. I makes me attracted to the idea of vacationing.

I think Anna was trying to tell me that a vacation would be good. I agree with that thought and in this part of my life and our marriage it would be useful if I was able to get away from the day to day care for Cheryl. Maybe it is time to give that away and return to simply being a husband.

A vacation from caring seems attractive.

As I write this and think about that aspect it lifts my heart. Worry and anxiety are easier to bear if there is occasional relief. I think I need to work on that sort of relief.

It is late in the morning now and she is gently snoring in the bedroom. This is one of those days when the day just seems to be slipping away. I begin to worry that she may not sleep tonight. I wonder how a professional caregiver would respond. I talked to her earlier when I put her meds in the bathroom for later. As I sat on the edge of the bed and comforted her a bit she fell asleep, so, I got up and left her to rest some more.

I am not surprised that she is sleeping late. Although she did not disturb me overnight I think she slept fitfully. I slept my normal get up to go to the bathroom every 2-3 hours. Occasionally she was whispering a list of people out loud as she thought through the planning of a family reunion style gathering that our sister-in-law has taken over but Cheryl cannot let go of in her mind. No amount of “Tari is handling that” relieves her from thinking about logistics. I often hope that Tari will spontaneously call and talk about it but I recognize that she probably will not. (I sent her a text message and requested her to call Cheryl. I will wait and see if she does.)

I mentioned – return to simply being a husband. I big part of that idea is not doing Cheryl’s things for her.

Many things wander through my thoughts as I checked on Cheryl again and got cleaned up, brushed my teeth (now the coffee tastes funny) and put on clothes for the day. I can hear my mother’s voice as she told me years ago, “I do some of my best sleeping in the morning.” When Mom was still alive if I visited her before noon, she might be just barely awake. Once or twice I made her breakfast and sat with her for awhile. I start seeing that happen with my wife. (I suppose I do not want that for us. I want us to be young and vibrant or, at least, think we are.)

I know that she wants to go to church services tonight. It is just before Easter. Easter is a big deal for Cheryl. She has been talking about coloring eggs for several weeks. I have extra eggs in case I cannot get out of doing that. It is getting late, so, as a husband I will get her up and listen to the complaint while I do that.

She is up now at 11 AM. I made her favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with grape jelly toast. She told me that after she was done with breakfast she wanted to lie down again.

Carpe Diem.

So Much is Repetitive

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A few minutes ago she asked me, “Are you alright?” She is having a really slow day.

She did not sleep well. Stayed up “reading” until 12:30 – 12:45 AM. Jumped back out of bed at 3 AM after having soaked the bed in an incontinence episode that has not happened for quite awhile. After changing everything and everyone we got back to bed. I woke up at 7 AM or so. It is not an unfamiliar episode.

I got her up about 9:30 AM. We had planned to go out to lunch with a friend of hers but her friend is not feeling well and canceled.

By 10:30 AM Cheryl was no longer in a hurry to get dressed and moving. She took a shower. And the world slowed down.

I listened to a podcast called – “When Life Gives You Parkinson’s.” Now I want to find a chemical manufacturer and kick his ass. Or maybe a dry cleaner and do the same thing. Idiopathic my ass. Crap on a crutch. What are we doing to ourselves?

So, at 1 PM after I had gotten her a snack and her glasses and after she was telling me about some apparitional animal outside the back window and I was staring off into space with my thoughts about our future and my worry about getting more care for her she became suddenly lucid and asked, “Are you alright?” I replied, “yes, I am fine.”

That was a baldfaced lie. Pretty soon today I will take her to an ENT doctor to be sure that her hearing problems of late are not simply due to wax or some other problem.

No I am not okay. I worry more and more about how I can care for her. I have a call in to a social worker associated with her neurologist group.I need to talk about this to someone who might give me some guidance.

My heart is broken right now and I am tired. And just maybe I need a good night’s sleep. Little small steps are in the offing. It is scary.

Carpe Diem.

Making it Through

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About 6 or 7 o’clock in the evening is prime anxiety time for me. I start to carefully assess Cheryl and look for things for us to do together to use up the evening. I spend too much time obsessing about what might come. I could wait and see instead of obsess and fret.

Last evening after Cheryl’s rough day I started to think this way again. As I wrote the paragraph above I thought to myself – you know what? – que sera sera, dude! Foohhget about it! Let’s just see where this all goes.

Later we went to bed like normal. I read for awhile. She was still awake when I came to bed. I helped her roll over. Ultimately she fell asleep.

Huh?

We got through it.

Perhaps it is time for me to let God do his thing.

Carpe Diem.

Scrambled Eggs

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This was a strange morning so far.

Cheryl was interested (it seemed to me) in going to bed at the normal time about 10 PM. I helped her through all the normal changes and toileting. Afterward I sat up to read but could not wrap my head around the story I was reading. I came to bed at 11 PM.

After I laid down and got comfortable she started talking to someone. I thought at first she was talking to me but listening I realized she was having a conversation with whom – several people – she was seeing in her head. She has had these episodes in the past but not for some time. Last night and early morning her hallucinations were strong. At least three people were in the room – Nancy and a couple of smaller children and Zachary. They talked about church topics. They talked about playing. they talked about what was best to eat. They talked about books and stories. They talked about breakfast.

After an hour or so of this I got up. I must have gotten used to her murmurings and fallen asleep for awhile but I awakened at a little after 1 AM and could not return to blissful slumber. I got up and pulled the sofa-bed apart with the intention of sleeping in the living room for a couple hours but that did not work out as I heard her moving around shortly after I got up to switch rooms.

When I reentered the bed room she was perched on the edge of the bed trying to get up in her hop-hop mode. I helped her up and she needed to put her imaginary earrings on the dresser in our bedroom.

I suggested to her sleepy, dreamy, hallucinatory self that she sit on the toilet while we were up and she did that. I changed her overnight incontinence stuff and while I was doing that she saw imaginary wetness on the floor as well as several imaginary insects moving about. We captured the imaginary insects after getting off the toilet and searched for more. Afterward she announced that she wanted scrambled eggs and ham. I sadly reported that we were out of ham and I would have to go to the store the next day and fix that but I could do scrambled eggs and toast. She was okay with that modification.

I made her scrambled eggs at 2 AM.

After she ate we returned to bed. I did not hear the living room clock strike three but that may have been because I stopped its pendulum while I was laying on the sofa-bed earlier next to it counting the ticks and the tocks.

It is 10 AM and she is still sleeping and I am wondering how long to let her sleep. We plan to meet one of her friends for lunch today at 12:30 or so. And what should I offer her for breakfast. This day is starting out very hard for Cheryl and very slowly.

Carpe the breakfast Diem.

Just let go of it

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Time to let it go?

In a discussion last evening about bread knives with my daughter, I admired the bread knife that I bought her for some occasion in the past after discovering that she did not have a large knife for slicing the bread I had made for it. The knife that I have and use at home is a knife that has been around since my childhood. I do not really know the detailed story but Mom and Dad had this knife in their kitchens through life and they used it to slice breads and cakes.

As a child I always thought of it as “The Knife”. It is not the knife I used as a child of six years or so to slice open the back of my left index finger. The Knife was made by Federal Cutlery Co. N. Y. That is stamped into the side of the blade. The handle however looks to be my father’s handiwork. He made a couple pieces of wrought iron furniture when he was in Hughes high school. It would not surprise me if he had repaired this knife at Hughes and kept it for my Mom. Or found it somewhere in New York when they lived there shortly after the war. I was a toddler then. I do not know the story. I should have asked when Dad was still alive.

It does not cut as well it once did. Perhaps it never really cut that well but because Dad had repaired the handle and injected his love into it, it had never been let go. That is where my discussion with Anna went as I was admiring her knife and how smoothly it sliced the Irish Soda bread I had made. Perhaps it was time to let “The Knife” go?

Maybe if Dad was still alive he would tell me he did not really like how the handle do-over turned out but Mom really liked it. Dad was always trying to find the right gift for Mom. This was especially true on her birthday and Christmas. I went shopping with him a couple times. Looking back, he had a mechanical man’s sense of what would be the perfect gift but he loved her dearly.

The Knife will still be in the knife drawer but underneath the new bread knife I ordered identical to the one Anna has. The Knife and I have history together.

There are other things such as these that I have let go or am working on letting go. Some are physical, some are attitudes, some are worries.

Carpe Diem