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Hi everyone,

I'm going to send you the latest letters I have been sharing with my

oldest

daughter and a could of other kids. Her letter is first;

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. I did read your letter

and the other lady's letter in full, and I wanted to think through my

reply.

You know that Don will have to go to some kind of assisted care at some

time.

You have the burden of caring for him now, but also the burden of deciding

when you need to give over responsibility for his care. The woman who

wrote the

letter said, " You have some major decisions to make, and in my

experience,

those have to do with how you will live your life in faithfulness to

yourself

and with the most love for your mom. Love does not require

self-destruction:it does require self-honesty " and she is right. You do

not need to convince

any of us of the cruel extent of his illness -- you are the one that must

accept it. Intellectually, you probably know as much or more about LBD

than most

doctors; but the emotional impact cannot be learned. You are living it

now.

I'm sad that this can't be a sweet pep-talk, but I believe you are beyond

that. You have my love and support. Melitta

Darling, You are so right. I sent that fellow caregiver's letter to let

you

all know what I was facing. I read things similar all the time on the LBD

List. But, I can't make a decision. It is up to when Don gets sick enough

to go

to the hospital.

The only way Don can go to a nursing home, is for him to land in the

hospital, and the Doctor deems him too ill to go home, but first he has to

be in

therapy for three months, and if the doctor still says he can't go home,

then he

can go in the NH on Medicaid, ( we don't have any money otherwise.) I

don't

know if they will take what pay Don makes or not. No one has given me an

answer on that. If they do, I will have little to live on, unless SS says

I can

have a portion of his too. Like they do when the mate dies.

We saw the Medicare's RN that has been assessing me, and overseeing my

exercise and occupational therapy. I asked her what can Medicare do for

us? She

said only therapy, and to watch over us medically such as taking blood

pressure, and fill our weekly pill dispenser. (big deal, I do that

regularly, but I

knew that's what they did, yet had to question anyway)

She asked if we had considered Assisted living. I told her we had, and we

had visited many places to get the lay of it, and they are Way out of our

price

range. She told me not to hesitate to call on our children, and to call

her

if one of us falls again.

We saw Don's psychiatrist this week too, and he has to leave Don on the

medicines he has. He said they only treat emotional problems like

agitation, and

depression, but Don is doing fairly well in that area. He has little

spells,

but nothing bad. He also told me there was nothing that can be done

Cognitively. He will continue to deteriorate in that area. And, he is.

The doctor started to test Don, and Don didn't know the date, (he said 23,

when it was 11th) the month,( he said May) the year, (2006) nor the

season,

(He said fall). And he didn't know the building we were in. They didn't

even

bother with a full test after that.

Don continues to loose weight even though he eats well. Many on the LBD

List

say the same things about their Loved ones too. Don is pretty hunched

over,

and has a hard time getting out of his chair most of the time. He has

chest

pain and when he is confused or hallucinating he doesn't ring the portable

doorbell that has served so well the past few years. He comes to me. At

least

he knows to lean on me. (for now)

Below is a letter I wrote to Jeff and Nessy's families.

Hi children,

Once again I need to call on you as a group to help clean up the remains

of

the tile laying, and cleaning a spot in the store room to stack the left

over

tile. I hope also that someone can take this extra stick-um stuff back to

the tile store and see if they will give us anything back on it. We also

have a

place that was hidden behind the bathroom cabinet that has mold in it.

we appreciate your fine meals more than you can know. I did cook

some last week.

I know you said you would be tied up for a month Jeff, and I know Don B.,

that you are too, but if you can, next month, will all of you please get

together and help finish cleaning up this tile? (it's stacked in the front

of the g

arage, along with three big black bags, and a bunch of boards with nails.

The

back patio is a mess from the tile laying, and none of the piled up leaves

have been raked since last fall.) (hey! all we need is a car on concrete

blocks with no tires, to be real Rednecks. I didn't say this to the other

kids

they have been too busy to finish the clean up job right now, and they had

said

this month would be out)

Don went out in the back yard this morning trying to see if the cat out by

the fence line was all right (a hallucination), and for some reason walked

the

whole area of the back yard, (looking for the cat?) and when he got up

near

the house (what he was doing there is beyond me) he stepped on a loose

brick

(the men that fixed our drain left bricks piled everywhere) and Don fell.

He came in needing the punctures in his hand cleaned up and bandaged. I

thought that was all, but he took his padded coat off and his arm was a

mess. The

coat is a bloody mess inside. So I bandaged that up. I would hate to think

what would have happened without that heavy coat.

In the living room he asked if his thigh was alright and I couldn't see a

thing. Later in the kitchen he asked again if his thigh was alright and

pulled

his pants higher. Oh brother! Get more big patches to put there. " Take

your

pants off dear so I can clean them. " An hour later, " Darling will you

change

your pants so I can wash them? " Another hour, Darling you still have your

pants on, will you please change them? " he said, " You never told me too "

He is becoming very, very confused. He can't do anything around here to

help

me. I asked him to lock the inside door when the nurse was here. He

worried

with the burglar door. I said, " No darling, lock the inside door, " He

messed

with the other door some more. I told him " Honey lock the door in your

other

hand. " He didn't know what I was talking about. Finally after several

tries

when I was just about to get up, his mind cleared enough to lock the door.

He

doesn't know in and out, up and down, to the left or right, or " the other

hand. " If he has an object in both hands he has no idea what to do with

them,

and invariably he'll select the wrong one to do whatever he wanted, If he

remembers what he wanted to do.

This is just a small, very small, example of how our days are. The nurse

told me to call her anytime. For what? I will get him to the hospital,

pronto!

Oh I had to do several loads of wash today, and didn't get around to

bathing

Don. It won't be long and someone else will come in and do the bathing.

(That's when I'll call the RN.) He looks terrible. Tomorrow for sure. I

hope he

doesn't go to the hospital tonight. He leaves messes in his underwear, and

he

had a couple days beard on his face. Once he went to the hospital with

mess

in his shorts. It really embarrassed me. I didn't check them before we

left

the house. I had bathed him early, and forgot to check them the last

minute. He

won't wear protective underwear. (YET but he will soon.)

Let us know if you can do clean up for us next month, please. One

afternoon

like you did last fall will be most helpful, and very much appreciated.

We sincerely thank you with all our hearts,

Smile it makes your face look so much nicer, and makes your innards feel

good too.

Love a lot, it's healing,

Mama & Gra'ma Ward

Litty, I have already received two letters. said it would be her

pleasure to help, and Jeff said he will come by soon. Rose's brother had

brain

surgery today, and it is very hard on the family. He has tumors. Yep, more

than

one as I understand. So Jeff was with them. I don't know if I told you,

Jeff

and Rose live in a duplex in an upscale area, We haven't see it. It has two

bedrooms upstairs. (one for office)

I am sure there was more I wanted to talk about. Oh yes, the tile is

helping

my allergies a lot, and we have noticed that the dust in the living room

is

down by over 90%. It has been great for me to have the floor. We are

concerned about falling though. Yet, nearly every time I fell I was either

in the

kitchen or bathroom where the floors were hard.

I know it is going to tear me up for Don and I to have to part when the

time

comes, but by the same token I already mourn for him. I don't have someone

to talk to. To express my thinking to, almost none. I am loosing him right

in

front of my eyes. My dear friend and close companion is fading more all

the

time. And yet, he could get to a plateau and be like this for several years

yet.

I hope I live a few more good years. With exercise, and a clean house I

should be fine.

Love so very much dear,

Mama

So fellow caregivers we are working through " all the problems what be. Or

" all the problems we got "

I am too swamped to get on the List just yet. But, thought I'd touch base.

Love a lot with a smile and keep 'em guessing,

Imogene

Caregiver for my true Texas Gentleman Husband of 37 years. First diagnosed

with Alzheimer's by a Neurologist OCT, 2005. But, on May 2, 2006 Dr.

Schillerstrom, Geriatric/Psychiatrist diagnosed LBD with Parkinsonism.

My precious husband, Don, is taking Zoloft and Razadyne.

A happy personality is contagious. Infect someone today.

**************It's Tax Time! Get tips, forms, and advice on AOL Money &

Finance. (http://money.aol.com/tax?NCID=aolprf00030000000001)

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Norma, thank you, and yes they are all great. Four girls and two

boys. Too bad they don't all life here.

Love a lot,

Imogene

>

>

> Your daughter sounds like a wonderful person, Imogene.

>

>

>

>

>

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LBDcaregivers

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Subject

> 03/14/2008 04:09 Recyled

mail

>

PM

>

>

> Please respond

to

>

LBDcaregivers@yah

>

oogroups.com

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> Hi everyone,

>

>

> I'm going to send you the latest letters I have been sharing with

my

> oldest

> daughter and a could of other kids. Her letter is first;

>

>

> Dear Mom,

>

> I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. I did read

your letter

> and the other lady's letter in full, and I wanted to think through

my

> reply.

> You know that Don will have to go to some kind of assisted care at

some

> time.

> You have the burden of caring for him now, but also the burden of

deciding

> when you need to give over responsibility for his care. The woman

who

> wrote the

> letter said, " You have some major decisions to make, and in my

> experience,

> those have to do with how you will live your life in faithfulness

to

> yourself

> and with the most love for your mom. Love does not require

> self-destruction:it does require self-honesty " and she is right.

You do

> not need to convince

> any of us of the cruel extent of his illness -- you are the one

that must

> accept it. Intellectually, you probably know as much or more about

LBD

> than most

> doctors; but the emotional impact cannot be learned. You are

living it

> now.

>

> I'm sad that this can't be a sweet pep-talk, but I believe you are

beyond

> that. You have my love and support. Melitta

>

> Darling, You are so right. I sent that fellow caregiver's letter

to let

> you

> all know what I was facing. I read things similar all the time on

the LBD

> List. But, I can't make a decision. It is up to when Don gets sick

enough

> to go

> to the hospital.

>

> The only way Don can go to a nursing home, is for him to land in

the

> hospital, and the Doctor deems him too ill to go home, but first he

has to

> be in

> therapy for three months, and if the doctor still says he can't go

home,

> then he

> can go in the NH on Medicaid, ( we don't have any money otherwise.)

I

> don't

> know if they will take what pay Don makes or not. No one has given

me an

> answer on that. If they do, I will have little to live on, unless

SS says

> I can

> have a portion of his too. Like they do when the mate dies.

>

> We saw the Medicare's RN that has been assessing me, and

overseeing my

> exercise and occupational therapy. I asked her what can Medicare

do for

> us? She

> said only therapy, and to watch over us medically such as taking

blood

> pressure, and fill our weekly pill dispenser. (big deal, I do that

> regularly, but I

> knew that's what they did, yet had to question anyway)

>

> She asked if we had considered Assisted living. I told her we had,

and we

> had visited many places to get the lay of it, and they are Way out

of our

> price

> range. She told me not to hesitate to call on our children, and to

call

> her

> if one of us falls again.

>

> We saw Don's psychiatrist this week too, and he has to leave Don

on the

> medicines he has. He said they only treat emotional problems like

> agitation, and

> depression, but Don is doing fairly well in that area. He has little

> spells,

> but nothing bad. He also told me there was nothing that can be done

> Cognitively. He will continue to deteriorate in that area. And, he

is.

>

> The doctor started to test Don, and Don didn't know the date, (he

said 23,

> when it was 11th) the month,( he said May) the year, (2006) nor the

> season,

> (He said fall). And he didn't know the building we were in. They

didn't

> even

> bother with a full test after that.

>

> Don continues to loose weight even though he eats well. Many on

the LBD

> List

> say the same things about their Loved ones too. Don is pretty

hunched

> over,

> and has a hard time getting out of his chair most of the time. He

has

> chest

> pain and when he is confused or hallucinating he doesn't ring the

portable

> doorbell that has served so well the past few years. He comes to

me. At

> least

> he knows to lean on me. (for now)

>

> Below is a letter I wrote to Jeff and Nessy's families.

>

> Hi children,

>

> Once again I need to call on you as a group to help clean up the

remains

> of

> the tile laying, and cleaning a spot in the store room to stack

the left

> over

> tile. I hope also that someone can take this extra stick-um stuff

back to

> the tile store and see if they will give us anything back on it. We

also

> have a

> place that was hidden behind the bathroom cabinet that has mold in

it.

>

> we appreciate your fine meals more than you can know. I

did cook

> some last week.

>

> I know you said you would be tied up for a month Jeff, and I know

Don B.,

> that you are too, but if you can, next month, will all of you

please get

> together and help finish cleaning up this tile? (it's stacked in

the front

> of the g

> arage, along with three big black bags, and a bunch of boards with

nails.

> The

> back patio is a mess from the tile laying, and none of the piled

up leaves

> have been raked since last fall.) (hey! all we need is a car on

concrete

> blocks with no tires, to be real Rednecks. I didn't say this to the

other

> kids

> they have been too busy to finish the clean up job right now, and

they had

> said

> this month would be out)

>

> Don went out in the back yard this morning trying to see if the

cat out by

> the fence line was all right (a hallucination), and for some

reason walked

> the

> whole area of the back yard, (looking for the cat?) and when he

got up

> near

> the house (what he was doing there is beyond me) he stepped on a

loose

> brick

> (the men that fixed our drain left bricks piled everywhere) and

Don fell.

>

> He came in needing the punctures in his hand cleaned up and

bandaged. I

> thought that was all, but he took his padded coat off and his arm

was a

> mess. The

> coat is a bloody mess inside. So I bandaged that up. I would hate

to think

> what would have happened without that heavy coat.

>

> In the living room he asked if his thigh was alright and I

couldn't see a

> thing. Later in the kitchen he asked again if his thigh was alright

and

> pulled

> his pants higher. Oh brother! Get more big patches to put

there. " Take

> your

> pants off dear so I can clean them. " An hour later, " Darling will

you

> change

> your pants so I can wash them? " Another hour, Darling you still

have your

> pants on, will you please change them? " he said, " You never told me

too "

>

> He is becoming very, very confused. He can't do anything around

here to

> help

> me. I asked him to lock the inside door when the nurse was here. He

> worried

> with the burglar door. I said, " No darling, lock the inside door, "

He

> messed

> with the other door some more. I told him " Honey lock the door in

your

> other

> hand. " He didn't know what I was talking about. Finally after

several

> tries

> when I was just about to get up, his mind cleared enough to lock

the door.

> He

> doesn't know in and out, up and down, to the left or right, or " the

other

> hand. " If he has an object in both hands he has no idea what to do

with

> them,

> and invariably he'll select the wrong one to do whatever he wanted,

If he

> remembers what he wanted to do.

>

> This is just a small, very small, example of how our days are. The

nurse

> told me to call her anytime. For what? I will get him to the

hospital,

> pronto!

>

> Oh I had to do several loads of wash today, and didn't get around

to

> bathing

> Don. It won't be long and someone else will come in and do the

bathing.

> (That's when I'll call the RN.) He looks terrible. Tomorrow for

sure. I

> hope he

> doesn't go to the hospital tonight. He leaves messes in his

underwear, and

> he

> had a couple days beard on his face. Once he went to the hospital

with

> mess

> in his shorts. It really embarrassed me. I didn't check them

before we

> left

> the house. I had bathed him early, and forgot to check them the

last

> minute. He

> won't wear protective underwear. (YET but he will soon.)

>

> Let us know if you can do clean up for us next month, please. One

> afternoon

> like you did last fall will be most helpful, and very much

appreciated.

>

> We sincerely thank you with all our hearts,

> Smile it makes your face look so much nicer, and makes your

innards feel

> good too.

>

> Love a lot, it's healing,

> Mama & Gra'ma Ward

>

> Litty, I have already received two letters. said it would be

her

> pleasure to help, and Jeff said he will come by soon. Rose's

brother had

> brain

> surgery today, and it is very hard on the family. He has tumors.

Yep, more

> than

> one as I understand. So Jeff was with them. I don't know if I told

you,

> Jeff

> and Rose live in a duplex in an upscale area, We haven't see it. It

has two

> bedrooms upstairs. (one for office)

>

> I am sure there was more I wanted to talk about. Oh yes, the tile

is

> helping

> my allergies a lot, and we have noticed that the dust in the

living room

> is

> down by over 90%. It has been great for me to have the floor. We

are

> concerned about falling though. Yet, nearly every time I fell I was

either

> in the

> kitchen or bathroom where the floors were hard.

>

> I know it is going to tear me up for Don and I to have to part

when the

> time

> comes, but by the same token I already mourn for him. I don't have

someone

> to talk to. To express my thinking to, almost none. I am loosing

him right

> in

> front of my eyes. My dear friend and close companion is fading more

all

> the

> time. And yet, he could get to a plateau and be like this for

several years

> yet.

>

> I hope I live a few more good years. With exercise, and a clean

house I

> should be fine.

>

> Love so very much dear,

> Mama

>

> So fellow caregivers we are working through " all the problems what

be. Or

> " all the problems we got "

>

> I am too swamped to get on the List just yet. But, thought I'd

touch base.

>

> Love a lot with a smile and keep 'em guessing,

> Imogene

> Caregiver for my true Texas Gentleman Husband of 37 years. First

diagnosed

> with Alzheimer's by a Neurologist OCT, 2005. But, on May 2, 2006

Dr.

> Schillerstrom, Geriatric/Psychiatrist diagnosed LBD with

Parkinsonism.

> My precious husband, Don, is taking Zoloft and Razadyne.

> A happy personality is contagious. Infect someone today.

>

> **************It's Tax Time! Get tips, forms, and advice on AOL

Money &

> Finance. (http://money.aol.com/tax?NCID=aolprf00030000000001)

>

>

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