3 or panties pads and depends but is not incontinent. Stage Alz is moderate severe stage 6. Wants to go 24/7 but won't associate with the other residents. She is challenged with the phone as well but it's phone not her she picks at her back and has sores we put meds on but she will go scrub it off because it will get on her clothes but won't let it dry as we ask She is insistent she can get her own place and get a car so she can run around sleeps in straight back chair will NOT sleep in the bed.
long as possible!
However, you have no choice with your mom! You're in my thoughts and prayers! People who haven't gone through this have no idea how difficult it is!
I don't know if this analogy helps but, it sure did make the "light bulb" go on in our heads and explain alot! Best wishes on your journey.
I don't know what stage she's at now, but she's skin and bone, eats next to nothing and is pretty much bed ridden. As she's so very weak the tantrums have recently stopped. When I visited yesterday she looked like she was coming to the end of her time. We've never been close, not even friends really, and I don't know what I feel ... just sort of going day to day in a vacuum/no mans land waiting for the other shoe to drop.
My eldest cat is 16+. I've been nursing him along for some time. He's in no pain but he can't go any further so this afternoon he will slip quietly across the Rainbow Bridge. Sometimes I think we're kinder to animals than we are to people.
Thanks for your answer! It makes sense! Mom has dementia - Good days and bad days! She still fusses because I sold her car to help pay for caregivers and keep her from driving! I've quit arguing with her about skipping medicine doses! She'll say she didn't need it that day! It's so frustrating to me though that I often leave in tears!
A form of confabulation added in, I suppose. We all need to make sense of our worlds, and when your world is bent out of shape so will your methods for making sense of it be.
I would say between 2007 and 2010 her memory started to go. She was 80 in 2007. She still could manage things and talk coherently. She still lived in her beloved house by herself. I used to live in CA and when I would come visit I would notice that things around the house were not so organized anymore. I had her gardener mention to me that she was not writing her checks to him on the lines and was very sloppy with some dates incorrect. She would ask me where things were and I told her. I mentioned to her that she might be starting to get dementia and she agreed with me and then changed the subject. She also has macular degeneration, so that contributed to the handwriting mistakes and un-organization. When I would fly home to CA I would always get a call asking me where such and such was and I told her where. She would say I was wrong and I asked her to stay on the phone with me and go look where I said. One time when she found what she was looking for in the place I told her, she said "I hate it when you are right". I loved that moment.
I took her on a trip to Raleigh, NC in mid 2010 to look at assisted living arrangements to be near my sister. We stayed in separate motel rooms and while getting reading in her motel room to go out in the morning, I noticed that she placed her shoes on the wrong foot and her blouse was not buttoned properly etc. And more stuff like that. I knew the time was getting near where she had to be looked after.
Anyway, by December of 2010 she had fallen a couple of times and I had noticed she had left things on, like the iron or stove when I was there and I said that she needed some help. She finally relented and we got some caregivers to come in for 4 hours a day to help her. Instead she took them to lunch and basically entertained them. After a few more falls during the next 3 to 4 months, I put my foot down and told her we were moving her to assisted living. We found an excellent one nearby her house, but it was not a memory care facility. At that time she could have used one, but we were accepted thankfully.
The day we moved her, her legs just stopped working. It was psychosomatic, but nevertheless, the trauma of leaving her home and going to assisted living had an effect on her. She also had visions of people in her kitchen that morning and was able to tell me in great detail how many there were and what they said. It was very sad. That was the first of many more times she encountered hallucinations.
Once she was in assisted living things went downhill fairly quickly. She started to accuse the nurses of stealing things and she hit them. Within a year we were asked to move to a dementia care facility where she would have better care. We found a great skilled nursing center nearby that specialized in memory care and within a few months she was in a wheelchair fulltime. Her legs had started working again, soon after she moved into the first assisted living facility, but she had to use a walker. Her answers to questions were incomplete or sometimes totally off subject. We got used to that.
So it was in 2011 that her memory really started to go. She could still have conversations with me, but they weren't as coherent. But at least she recognized me by voice. Her ability to eat by herself diminished pretty quickly from 2010 to basically using her hands by mid 2011. In 2013 we moved her again to live closer to me, and for financial purposes, but to another assisted living facility with a dementia wing. With each move, there is a bit of trauma and increased disease progression as they are taken out of familiar surroundings and familiar voices and routines. This was in late 2013
Her short term memory was completely gone by then, but she still recognized names from the past, and knew words to songs, and could do multiplication tables as math was her forte. She would garble her words and I would tell her she was creating a new dictionary, or asked her if she had one too many gin and tonics already in the morning. We laughed endlessly at that.
Today, she is yet in another facility, (we had good reason to move her again and I will leave it at that) and being well taken care of. She kind of knows who I am, but not really. If I mention a relative whom she was really fond of from years and years ago, I see a glimmer of remembrance in her eyes and she will perk up. I also take her outside some days and just play big band music from the 40's on Pandora for her and she loves that.
The key to this all is to accept the situation and learn how to communicate effectively so as not to antagonize them or make them sad. Know how to redirect conversations to get them in a better place. I have to tell white lies most of the time, but I know the minute I leave, she has forgotten about it, so it does not bother me so much any more. The most cherished things she still has memory of, at least in concept. One day, nothing will come out of her mouth and that will be a very sad day. For now, I enjoy what little I can and try to make her laugh and it usually works. I will tell you that the best thing is consistency of environment and people and finding the right combination of meds for them. That should prolong the short term memory somewhat, but as I have learned, each person is different and there is no way to predict anything. NO WAY, no matter what doctors or experts tell you. Your loved one could go downhill in an instant or stay the same for years. There is no rhyme or reason to this disease, except that one day it will take your loved one from you and leave them a shell of themselves. Please try to make the most of it while they are still able to talk with you and create new memories for yourself you can cherish. Hope that helps.