My Love has memory loss. We began this circuitous journey together over eight years ago. Right now, I can tell he is rounding the bend in full view of late stages of Alzheimer’s disease looming ahead. There is no road map we follow on this journey The limited verbal skills that are developing are the newest bumps appearing along the road. I know these next months require intense around-the-clock care.
Recently, I have experienced the biggest dipsy-doodles of our ride, just like thank-you-mums when they tickled the tummy … these bumps got my attention
My Love’s daily routine has been changing, showing me he appears to be crossing the border between stage 6 and stage 7 along the Alzheimer’s spectrum,
- My Love has been getting up between ten and eleven in the morning, instead of nine, giving him nearly 14 hours sleep.
- Sometimes he stays up beyond his normal nine, until eleven at night, and then sleeps in the daytime, shifting his sleep pattern.
- Daytime hallucinations are increasing and lasting longer.
- I help him shower and shave. I must remind him and help him.
- He is not sure how to pick clothes or how to put them on. He knows wearing pjs is not right in the daytime, but can’t figure out how to change them.
- He knows he must ‘change to something else’ before bed, but needs help with knowing what that means.
- His ability to verbalize his thoughts, or to understand my words, has diminished significantly…repetition and rewording on my part does not help him.
The past few days I witnessed these intensifying shifts going on and, like the tickle in my tummy, his altered routine has gotten my attention.
Yesterday morning, My Love came out to the living room, after just waking up, still in his pjs. He seemed on a mission and darted straight over to me, where I was sitting at my computer.
“I am so sorry for all the things I did. All the things I did to you,” he blurted out at me. “I did not mean to do them. I am sorry. I mean it.”
“What are you talking about?” I said, holding my hands out to steady his wavering body, while looking into his eyes to be sure he was, indeed, awake.
There was no usual dramatic entrance, no “good morning,” or even a normal “hello.” I wondered if his anosognosia had lifted, or even was miraculously gone…after all, he suddenly remembered things he was not proud of in his past! Why else would he feel compelled to apologize for something he just realized he had done?
Is this how we do when we want to make amends?
Definitely, I wondered what happened.
When I asked what he meant, he said, “That’s what those people told me to say.”
“What people,” I asked, not ready for any new visitors.
“The people back there,” he answered, pointing to the bedroom.
Yes, a shift is happening.
Am I watching a movie and I am in it, but I am not controlling me? It all feels very strange. Similarly, I wonder how he feels being in the late stage of Alzheimer’s, yet I know he does not even realize anything is wrong at all.
I ignore so much or I’d feel life was too bizarre!
So, are these new morning people in his sleep-dream state or are they hallucinations? I am not sure. These ‘people’ are talking to him?
In addition to the new morning ‘visitors,’ My Love has ‘visitors’ who come between four and seven in the late afternoon. Evidently, his guests, who have been appearing for months, just sit and then leave without saying a word to him. He never can describe them but always asks me if I know where they are or if I have seen them.
I routinely tell him I was in the kitchen and must have missed seeing them leave. He accepts that.
I doubt it is the pills, because we have not changed the pills. Although, slowly he is using fewer. But since I have been told before, “take note of new or altered behaviours, and if they cause pain or persist, ask a doctor so they know what is going on.” I have done that, and, I will, again, in our Dr./Zoom conference coming up this week.
Then, this morning he came out to the living room, without a stitch of clothing on, asking, “Can you please help me?” as he turned to walk back down the hall.
Stunned at his nakedness and the speed he was moving, I got up and followed close behind him.
Through watching his gestures and seeing his nakedness, I (brilliantly) determined he needed to know where his clothes were. He was trying, without words, to ask me to help find his clothes. He did not know what to put on.
He has been on this limited vocabulary track for some time, but, I must say, this was the first time he was in such a hurry to get dressed.
I usually put his clothes out the night before and he dresses himself in the morning. He has never asked me to help him find his clothes. But this day, he had no idea what he needed and where to find ‘it.’ There is no pattern of how his memories fade…this time he happened to bundle his losses.
A couple years ago, when he had elevated calcium, I had to help him dress. Back then, he needed my assistance for eating, walking, and dressing because the swelling was excessive, and the pain was great.
But this is different. Most of the time, now, I notice he needs reminders/assistance – so much involving functional, procedural and emotional memories.
Every day he declines a bit more. For a good part of the day we cannot ‘really’ converse. Often, lately, he can’t say words, and he doesn’t always find a substitute word, he can’t even find a gesture that mimics his need. He just cannot get the words in his brain into an area (hand gesture, words, motions, even charades) where he can communicate. This has reduced his activities because he chooses to do very little.
Declining verbal abilities are part of late stage of Alzheimer’s disease. Sadly, I await more dipsy-doodle thank-you-mums ahead on this bumpy road.
😥 It is sad to go through this. But as always, he is ever happy. I am the sad one.
~ LEARN MORE: Conversation Blackout, about words. ~
What are his sleep-dreams or hallucinations related to? Medication or just Alzheimer’s disease? Things change so quickly, will I ever know?
Does it matter?
“Thank-you Mum” (c) 2020 Judith Allen Shone
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