Alzheimers: A Beautiful Spirit Celebrated

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We work to promote moments of success throughout the day, to lift the spirit and maintain a positive perspective. People who are cognitively challenged require more attention and a higher level of security than residents in assisted living. Memory care residences at Peace Village are carefully designed to ensure that residents feel safe and secure. Our program is structured to build confidence in an environment that promotes choice and celebrates accomplishments through familiar schedules and surroundings. This group of symptoms is not a disease per se, but may accompany certain diseases or conditions.

Dementia is irreversible when caused by disease or certain injuries. It may be partially or fully reversible when caused by lifestyle choices, depression or imbalances in certain substances, such as hormones or vitamins. It is a progressive, degenerative disease of the brain, characterized by loss of function and death of nerve cells in several brain areas, leading to loss of recent memories and new learning first, and eventually old memories, too.

An emphasis on familiarity, comfort and well-being. Physician, podiatrist, ophthalmologist and dental consultations available Emergency call response system Administration, storage and reordering of all medications. We were shocked did I cry. I felt she knew who I was. My mums last day in this world not that I knew but her face was really pretty looking younger lost heaps of weight. I told my husband to bring my dinner this was at 4. She was breathing heaving that day but I thought she was okay. Well at approx 4. It was time for a cigarette, so I said to her as I always did mum I will be back just going for a smoke I will be back.

This was the saddest day of my life no matter how old my mum is always my mum. Thank you for sharing your journey. We are reaching this stage with my Mom. Hearing the details of how it may happen makes me feel a bit more prepared. I am so sorry for your loss and grateful for your wish to share what happens with others who have gone or are going through almost exactly the same journey.

It has brought me some comfort to know what is happening. The worst part is the suffering, it is so cruel there is no relief. Our Mother is pleading with us to make it stop and I wish I could. The doctors and nurses only answer us with they are monitoring and responding as things develop.

So thank you again for your words as hard as they were to read. I am so sorry for your loss. This was wonderfully written and obviously difficult to experience and write. My mother is going through this. It is hard on everyone. You helped me understand and I thank you greatly for that. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I am litterally in tears reading this. Thank you. My condolences on your loss.

I, too, can relate to this article and the comments. I thought, I could just remind my mom whom I was, and maybe who she was: an accountant, a golfer, a wife, a mom, a friend, etc. I had no clue about personality changes, illusions, delusions, aggression, fussiness, etc. There are so many things I wish I knew before hand. I think more and more, people are getting a fuller understanding of this dreaded disease. I think the more we know, the more we can harness our collective knowledge and experience to help others. My wonderful husband died on 10th September this year after a long struggle with Lewy Bodies Dementia.

I was his only carer and the rollercoaster of emotions I endured for the past 2 years was unbearable. During that time I knew he was deteriorating, he suffered hallucinations, mobility problems, agitation, anxiety and needed help with all aspects of daily living. Gradually his mobility declined and he started having falls, he lost a lot of weight during the past year and began to lose interest in his food. We had planned to move in to an assisted living apartment and one suddenly became available. I had to make the decision to move , as I thought that was the best for us both.

During the arrangements for the move, I had him attend a day care facility, this was the first time we had been apart in 2 years. He had a couple of falls there and for some weird reason became very hyper active, walking around a lot and moving things everywhere.

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He had a bad fall 2 weeks later and went in to a rapid decline. He started sleeping all the time and ate very little. He went in to a Dementia Nursing Home, I thought he would be rehabilitated and come home after a few weeks. Imagine my shock when they told me he was at the end of his life. The day after he was admitted, they had discovered he was holding food in his mouth and not swallowing, he had become unresponsive by then. They decided to withdraw, fluids and food. I ranted and raved and cried, how could they do this to him.

They explained he could choke or aspirate.

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I had to accept their decision. He spent the next 6 days sleeping, but did not need any medication. I had to get my daughter over from California. When I whispered to him that she was coming he smiled. The night before he died, I stayed in a chair beside him all night, he woke at 6 and opened his eyes, his breathing very slow, I stroked his head and said all the things I wanted to say, he died very peacefully.

My grief is unbearable and I miss him so much. But I know his suffering is now over. I just wanted to say thank you, my Mom has dementia and is 92 now, her memory is great both in long term and short term, her fight is with the hallucinations at night due to the Sundowners she has, that troubles her. I am thankful for your insights and thoughtfulness regarding your Mom, I appreciate the difficulty, and how much it means to me.

I am truly sorry for you loss. During the past 4 weeks he has not eaten much and has lost 1st. I take food to the home which I know he likes and sit there trying to encourage him to eat. He is now being given milkshakes to try to build him up. He has arthritis throughout his body and is in lots of pain. I am dreading talking about giving him patches because it will make him drowsy and he wont be able to eat at all.

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I thank you for sharing your story. Sobbing my heart out as I write this. God bless you all. My mom is 84 yrs old and lives 20 hours from me and is in late stage decline with AZ. I found your article and appreciate your candid and heartfelt story about your mom and family journey. That road is not always clear and your story shines light on what to expect.

Thank you! She is on home hospice so I am her sole caregiver. Watching a loved one die a slow and painful death is emotionally exhausting. I kept searching for answers on what to expect and am so thankful for your article. It has given me great comfort. Thanks again. Thank you… this was so well written. I am at the end of the journey with my mom. Your words brought me such comfort. I will cherish these last few weeks. My sisters and I are on day three of our vigil. The staff here and the hospice staff have been amazing. They have been very honest about each step we are to go through… so far we are on the same path you have documented We too are walking down memory lane.

We have laughed and cried and laughed until we cried. She is the center of the stories. As we share the tales she is in her bed in the center of the three of us, mouth agape , taking long breaks between breaths waiting for eternal peace. We share a kindred tale. Before her disease had progressed too far our mother made it clear she wanted to donate her brain so it could be studied to help find a cure. She did not want another to endure this disease; as a patient, a caregiver, a child, a parent.

No matter how it touches , you will never be the same. This is the most difficult thing I have ever done. I vacillate between selfishly wanting her to lay here a bit longer so I can continue holding her hand and stroking her brow and then hope that our good Lord allows for her peaceful exit soon.

One thing for sure is I hate this cruel disease and pray we will never have to go through this again. Thank you for sharing your painful story and I am sorry you too had to fell this unbearable pain. I appreciate the frankness of knowing what is yet to come. Peace and Blessings. Sorry Icould not read all of your story tonight! I will be their every step of the way with him, I pray to god that it progresses slowly. Deeply touched at how beautifully you have penned down each detail. Your mother is alive through your words. Lots of hugs to you for having bravely fought these years and building up memories to cherish!

I Have been scoring the internet looking for some kind of time line or what to expect. My grandmother has declined so drastically in the past 4 weeks. She is barely eating, if at all, minimal drinking and near constant sleeping. Tonight I called the nurse in her room to ask her to watch how she was drinking. Unfortunately I was just getting ready to tell her about the coughing. I laid with her for hours tonight crying uncontrollably.

I just went through this exact same scenario with my mother. She was diagnosed at 64 and just passed away at 74 from pneumonia due to complications of swallowing. After 10 years of constant worry, guilt and a grieving process that became a form quite like PTSD, I and she are finally free. She passed away peacefully on Morphine with me.

What I did not expect was the physical reaction I would have afterwards. As if every cell in my body had been holding the constant grief finally let go. The pain was excruciating. It only lasted anout 12 hours, but this is something I had not expected nor had been warned about. I am happy and relieved for her. She lost her job as a dental hygienist after working 30 years in that field. Her grown children are scared and in denial. Her second husband is divorcing her.

I am left with caring for her. Your story was painfully enlightening. I will always be there for my sister. I am terrified. I so appreciate this article but it confuses me as well. I think about her with everything I do, every where I go. I am already a high anxiety person and this is terrifying because I have no control. And it will not get better for her.

Father God, please help me and all those going through this horrific disease. Please know that the end can also be more merciful. A dear man for whom I became legal guardian was still able to recognize people, walk and eat one day, yet died two days later. All of his systems shut down very rapidly and he was given morphine. I knew we had been incredibly fortunate that it was not more prolonged; may it happen this way for others. Dealing with much the same with my mother. Feeling horrible guilt for placing her in a care home.

Each time I see her, it seems a little more of her is gone. With a possible Lewy Body Dementia too. What I do know is, there is nothing that can prepare you to watch a loved one die slowly a little piece at a time like this.

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The hardest thing is the long-term grieving process. At least when someone dies you can grieve and attempt to move on, with dementia etc. You become a fragile shell of your former self. Finding the strength to continue is almost impossible at times. Some days I spend home from work, just to cry the day away.

Alas, all I can say is, thank you for sharing and my hope is they find a cure soon, before we are all struck with this horrible disease. My mother passed in almost the same, excruciating way yours did, almost to the last detail, 5 days before yours. I am so sorry. It will haunt me forever. I must confess though that I completely disagree with the last paragraph. I wished he would have had a sudden event that would have taken him instead of watching him not eat or drink. It was torture to see him wither away and the feeling of hopelessness was unbearable for me.

I wanted to feed him. My heart aches for him and that he had such a terrible time over several years. The mental anguish I suffered watching this happen before my eyes has been something I will never get over. It is comforting to see though that we are not alone in our pain. My heart goes out to all who have had to deal with this. Thank you all for sharing your stories. We, his family are so worried where he will end up, and how long this ghastly disease will continue to rob him of himself, bit by bit: his mobility, continence, ability to string a sentence together, dress himself, feed himself, to read, write or draw he was formerly a talented artist have all gone.

A particularly distressing aspect is that he is so agitated and is, at times, shouting out and swearing profusely — he would be horrified if he knew. His only signs of pleasure is when we feed him ice-cream. It certainly is a hideously long and painful goodbye. My heart goes out to all of you touched by this cruel disease. I needed to read this.

Sharing your experience will help me start to do so. Again, thank you. He is receiving hospice care at home. It has been a long journey. He is year old, he is tired and not eating. My sister who is another state made one request that he not receive Morphine. Of course, there is some resentment on my part since she has not been around.

She is retired and has more time than I do. I have just read your article and this is exactly what my poor mum went through. From being quite ok in July and living in her own home she passed away in a nursing home on the 30th Dec age Thank you so much for sharing your heart felt, very personal story. I think we are always looking for answers and ways to cope.

Looking for what to expect in the coming years or months.

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Thank you for letting other people know of your experience. Bless you and your family. I know how difficult it is. My Mom stayed home with us at the request of my Dad and the help of Hospice care — they were amazing. I guess there were a few good things that came out of this terrible time. It unified we siblings in a way I never thought possible.

God Bless all who are touched by this disease — patients, families, friends, medical staff and researchers. Thanks for this insightful and educational article. It is hard to see my father who was active and loved to eat , not want to eat or leave his bed. One positive of the disease is he had lots of regrets about not seeing his family for a long time and now he has forgotten that period. It has allowed us all to go back in time with him and cherish the great times and love we share.

I am so sorry to everyone, to read the pain they have suffered and are suffering, from the author to all the comments beneath it. I am sat in my office and could quite easily shed tears were co-workers not around. It fills me with absolute dread that other family members could suffer from it. Prays and thoughts to everyone connected with this brutal disease x. It has given me much comfort to read such personal stories about the devastation that is alzheimers. I thank every one of you for sharing. I too along with my brother, sister and my dad who suffered a massive stroke just four months after losing mum watched my beautiful mum deteriorate very quickley to the end stages of alzheimers in It has affected me deeply over the last few years.

No one can prepare you, for the end. My mum that that i loved so much starving to death, losing the function to swallow. Someone who had taken time and pride in preparing meals, enjoying their food, and caring for family, deteriorating faster then your own mind can deal with. My mum died in her own home which was a blessing.

I pray that one day soon a cure to this awful disease named alzheimers will be found. I am in tears. My grandma passed away a few years ago with the same illness. It comfort me to know she was not aware she was going to die. Sometimes I wish I could go back and time and hug her. I miss her so much. Thank you for sharing what was a very difficult time for you and your family. It has answered many questions for me. I hope your memories of your mother in a healthier state bring you comfort.

I was 17 when my mother started forgetting my name. My mother was a strong woman did everything in the house. To see her slip away broke me in to one thousand peices. I saw her get a sizure it was so scary she fell back and her eyes went all the way upwards and grinded her teeth. Once she thought it was time to go to church at am. We had to put special locks so she could not open the door. I would bathe her fix her hair put her night Gown. My brothers and sisters would help too.

My dad was devastated. Hoping for a cure soon. My heart goes out to all of you. We all share the same pain.

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Thank-you For openning and sharing. This is a real eye-opener, thanks. My prayers of peace and comfort for you and your family and for anyone who directly or indirectly is going through this. My mother was diagnosed with early on-set dementia and is now on the last stage of DA God bless us all. If you can please reply to my text A. P that would be nice.

I have an aunt fighting with this disease. I just cried for the first time in months, maybe over a year. I am 23 years old right now and live with my parents. I have watched her decline for over 6 years since her original diagnosis of MCI. We recently put her in a memory care facility. Its been a few weeks since I had read this article but I must say it has helped me come closer to acceptance in regards to the progression of this disease.

Life is a blessing and I know now more than ever how it must be cherished. Thank you for the article! Tears are in my eyes as I read this. My mom has dementia and the ability to feed herself has declined. It is very similar to what my mother experienced. And it helps to explain some things that I either did not know or had forgotten. Thank you for sharing your story about your dear mother. May she rest in paradise.

My mother has Dementia and has been in my care for the last 7 years. It is very hard.

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I stumbled across your website by search as I always do when my mother is falling asleep in her chair the moment she starts eating and I google a new behavior thinking that their maybe an answer, a ray of hope, something that will help me feel better about what I witness everyday. I wish this upon know one. It is difficult to watch. The only thing that saves me from crying every single day and night is that I have put myself in a place of a caregiver and not my moms daughter. I had to accept that long ago. Otherwise I would be a complete mess and could not function.

I pray abundant blessings for all that have shared stories of there love ones and to those still in the trenches.

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We all have a story, a journey full of pain and anguish; this disease is horrific! I read countless articles and nothing prepared me for the final months of her life. This is part of the memory that gets destroyed that has the largest impact on them and those who care for them.

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Fortunately, I realized before it was much too late, I diligently cared for her along with others—trying to explain that I was her brain and without others that understood this and took this same approach she would have suffered even more. She would have developed even more bed sores, she did have one that was considered unstagable aka severe developed before I realized the impact of the disease.

I turned her every 3 hours through the evening and a night when I was her sole caregiver in hopes of healing this and preventing others. Those who care for them are their brain, in the most basic way. If they are unable to get up, it would perhaps be best to keep them in bed. Instead of using diapers, use disposable bed protectors or chucks. Diapers are not good for bedridden people because you do not want feces to stay and accumulate. Beneath those use cloth chucks which can be used to turn and pull up the patient.

I seen research that it does not increase lifespan or quality of life and they have their own complications. I would only do a feeding tube as an absolute last resort. It would require a hospitalization to get it inserted but just overnight or even short-stay. Death can be a very lingering process. I suppose hospice plays a part feeding them narcotics which would hasten the process but the disease process is going to kill them anyway. My mom was diagnosed in Sept , but was showing signs for several years prior to that. My father took care of her, and she hid it pretty well.

In August , my father passed away. I thought maybe with some visiting nurses and outside help, she could still live on her own for awhile. When we got back to her house from the hospital from when my dad passed, I purposely waited for her to unlock the front door, she could not do it. Immediately I knew she could not live by herself. I tried having her live with me and my family, I have a wife and 3 daughters.

This lasted about 3 months, as I work a demanding job and my wife was done with taking care of her. My wife threatened to leave, and I chose my family over my mom. We placed her in an assisted living facility, and things were ok, but not long after she started wandering. So we placed her in a more secure facility, but eventually her bathroom habits deteriorated, and we were forced to move her again. Now she is in a full memory care unit, a very depressing place.

I still remember the first time I came to see her and she looked right through me — unaware of who I was. That is the case every time I see her now. I know she would not want to live like this it is in writing. I wonder if it really will be a relief when she passes or not, at that point I will have no living parent. My mother did not know who I was either.. Have you showed her any pictures of herself when she was younger? I put together a photo album of pictures of my mom that spanned her entire life.

She rarely recognized the older her but would identify with younger pictures ie high school graduation. I hope you have her in a nice place. Unfortunately, not all are nice… its dreadful what happens when they are in horrible places they exist and no one is going in to check on them. Squeaky wheels get grease…..

Watch over her as you would want someone to be watching of you. Thanks Lori. I used to show her photos of my girls and ones from her albums, and that was an activity we really enjoyed. I do check on her and have another family friend that does the same. I think they are doing the best they can. My mom fights them when it is shower time and before she got sick she was the most gentle person I knew.

Like you, I worry mightily about whether myself and my brothers will suffer the same fate. Even more than that, I worry about my daughters. Hi Again John, Curious, have you checked to see what medication they are giving your Mom? She still needed anti-anxiety medication PRN and they switched her to Seroquel in the evening which helped her sleep. This is an awful disease and is unfortunately not fully understood. I do wonder if the medications prescribed to control their behaviors is actually causing more harm than good.

Might be worth checking… Good luck. We are going through this exact thing right now. Daddy has already ceased eating and drinking because of the swallowing issue. So much of what you wrote about, I needed to read. Thank you for being straight and bold. God bless you and your family. Bunny is my mom and she was diagnosed with AD last week.

It came as no surprise to anyone, she has been struggling with memory. Bunny was the baby of 8 and out of the 8 she is the 5th to get this awful disease. The other 3 siblings died under the age of 40, so we will never know if they would also get AD. We started noticed a change when my older brother died of cancer, he was Prior to his death, my mom lost her last 2 siblings to AD.

These horrible losses all happened within an 18 month time period. Bunny never bounced back. Riddled with depression, we thought it was her memory loss etc was from all of the grief. She lives with her husband an hour away from the rest of our family. Even though it is only an hour it might as well a million. This will be a long haul and it is breaking my heart.

In late , we moved her into a long term care home, and she never really recovered her mental faculties. She mostly knew us, but she was often aggressive, hostile and rude with her caregivers not my mother at all! They would call me to get her to calm down and she would scream out her fear and anger at me and I would try to stay reasonable and kind but then hang up and cry for a long time. At the end of February , I read your story, Jasja, and shared it with my siblings.

I had been looking for information about what the end might look like. Mom had been catatonic on several occasions just staring off into the distance and was often so deeply asleep in her chair that we could not awaken her. She was also needing more and more help with eating. Reading your story helped me be more prepared when Mom began to fail on April 26th. Although they thought she would die that day, she lasted 10 days and passed away on May 7 at 4 am. The care home brought a cot, and I was able to sleep beside her each night, listening to her breathe and hopefully comforting her a bit with my presence.

The wonderful staff at the care home occasionally sat with me in the late evening and told me funny stories about Mom and about how they had grown to love her. My mother is funny! She managed a tax department! She travelled the world! She could make anything with her hands! She raised five children! But the staff at the care home had accepted Mom exactly as she was. They did better for her, in that regard, than I did. During her last 10 days, Mom did seem to know us occasionally, or at least knew that we were people that loved her.

She occasionally tried to talk and sometimes a sentence or two made sense. She would raise her hands as though reaching for someone and sometimes seemed to point. Her words were unclear, but we could tell she was comfortable and happy and laughing. Then Mom stopped talking for a day or so and really seemed to not be aware of us, though we continued to talk to her and sing songs so that she could hear us.

Just in case. Her breathing got a lot sharper, more like a pant, over the last day May 5 night and most of the day May 6. At around 10 pm on her final night, her breathing suddenly sharpened even more and got ragged and she seemed to be struggling. I rang the bell and the doctor came. He and the nurse reminded me that this would hasten her death, but we were prepared for this decision and I agreed. As it turns out, my Mom lasted several hours more and they gave her two more shots of morphine.

Eventually her breath stopped sounding so scary and began to slow down. My husband, brother, and son had joined me and we sometimes counted up to 50 seconds between breaths. I even dozed off a bit, but my husband woke me up and alerted the others when he heard a change. We all listened, holding our own breaths, and finally heard her exhale three short gentle peaceful breaths.

And that was that. I cried and talked to her, and said good-bye to the small marks on her body that I knew so well. I combed her hair and tried to smooth her face her mouth was hanging open. I drew a white blanket up over her waist and arranged her hands so that she looked peaceful. We noted how smooth and calm her hands became — they no longer showed the knotty pain of arthritis or the raised veins of age. It was so peaceful and dignified.

So healing. Jasja, thank you again for sharing your story. My thoughts are with all of you on this page, and elsewhere, who have walked or are walking along this difficult path. Thank you for your brutal honesty. It was so brave but so heart wrenching to read. We have already said and done everything God had planned for us to say and do.

I am so grateful God trusted me with the care of his child and allowed me to become an advocate for your well-being. You are the strongest woman I have ever known and I miss everything about you and thank God for you and have enjoyed keeping in touch with your friends which have become my friends. I am happy beyond words that the Lord chose you to be my mother and to have raised me to the best of your ability.

God has shown me many things through a journey that started and ended with you and I thank him for giving us this special time together to reconcile our previous life experiences and allowed me ample time to be able to express to you all things I felt needed to be conveyed to you from the bottom of my heart and allowed me the ability to be able to console you and keep you as comfortable and safe as possible. I could speak volumes about your love for God at a young age, delicious cooking of special foods we love, your good looks, your beautiful smile, your funny ways, your kind heart, the love you freely gave to all placed in your path, family or not, your strong will and determination in life and being a fantastic and strong woman, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, auntie and friend and when you could no longer express yourself freely, silence still did not allow a total shutdown of the love that I felt from the depth of your heart, spirit and soul everyday I was with you.

I now have my own testimony of the goodness and greatness of the highest calling I have ever experienced in my life besides the birth of my children and hope I am able to help and encourage others as a result of this special gift of grace. I am forever grateful for everything I have learned, created and experienced with you daily Mom and have truly and thoroughly enjoyed your unconditional love every moment of the day and night we slept and spent together in the same room this past ten years, it has been my highest honor and great pleasure to provide care to and for you as you have also willingly done for me and mine over the years and I hope and pray I have met all of the highest expectations of our heavenly father as you have and as I have expressed to you how very proud I am of you.

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