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: How beautifully put!!! Way to go!! We were at the Cleveland Clinic

in April. We are making a change and I will e-mail the dr with updates.

Keep up the wonderful attitude!! Vivian

> **

>

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home,

> I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about

> medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march

> ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during

> the civil war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer

> use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel.

> We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

> answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have

> to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone

> backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment

> we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it

> with a smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently

> sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at

> all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> the point, isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

> Dec of 2011

>

>

>

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Dear ,

What a wonderful attitude. Squeeze and savor every drop of life while you can.

Helene in NY

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel camper.

We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I took

over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and play

with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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Hi ,

It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

good life together.

I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

Judy

> **

>

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home,

> I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about

> medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march

> ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during

> the civil war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer

> use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel.

> We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

> answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have

> to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone

> backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment

> we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it

> with a smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently

> sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at

> all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> the point, isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

> Dec of 2011

>

>

>

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Hi ,

It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

good life together.

I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

Judy

> **

>

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home,

> I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about

> medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march

> ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during

> the civil war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer

> use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel.

> We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

> answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have

> to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone

> backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment

> we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it

> with a smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently

> sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at

> all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> the point, isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

> Dec of 2011

>

>

>

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Hi ,

It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

good life together.

I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

Judy

> **

>

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home,

> I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about

> medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march

> ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during

> the civil war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer

> use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel.

> We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

> answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have

> to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone

> backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment

> we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it

> with a smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently

> sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at

> all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> the point, isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

> Dec of 2011

>

>

>

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LOVE THIS :) Thank you for sharing your epiphany! Two requests:

1. with your permission I'd like to save this to the Links section -- this post

shouldn't get lost :)

2. this post should also be shared via LBD Stories -- http://www.lbdstories.com/

-- so it reaches more people -- all you do is copy / paste this post on their

online form -- if interested and you don't want to spend the time doing it, I

can do it for you.

THANKS again :)

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel camper.

We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I took

over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and play

with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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LOVE THIS :) Thank you for sharing your epiphany! Two requests:

1. with your permission I'd like to save this to the Links section -- this post

shouldn't get lost :)

2. this post should also be shared via LBD Stories -- http://www.lbdstories.com/

-- so it reaches more people -- all you do is copy / paste this post on their

online form -- if interested and you don't want to spend the time doing it, I

can do it for you.

THANKS again :)

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel camper.

We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I took

over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and play

with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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LOVE THIS :) Thank you for sharing your epiphany! Two requests:

1. with your permission I'd like to save this to the Links section -- this post

shouldn't get lost :)

2. this post should also be shared via LBD Stories -- http://www.lbdstories.com/

-- so it reaches more people -- all you do is copy / paste this post on their

online form -- if interested and you don't want to spend the time doing it, I

can do it for you.

THANKS again :)

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel camper.

We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I took

over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and play

with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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Outstanding.  This is something I need to constantly review.

Thank you so much for sharing.

 

Jeff 

When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first

place. " ~ Unknown

>________________________________

>

>To: LBDcaregivers

>Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 3:37 PM

>Subject: An epiphany

>

>

> 

>We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

>The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

>That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel

camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I

took over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and

play with grandchildren.

>

>And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

>None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

>That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

>His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

>We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life. In

the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their lives

fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

>Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

>

>

>

>

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I'm glad this has struck a chord with others. That's why I decided to share. Of

course, you may upload to the links. I'll put it on the LBD stories.

 

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To: LBDcaregivers

Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 6:14 AM

Subject: Re: An epiphany

 

LOVE THIS :) Thank you for sharing your epiphany! Two requests:

1. with your permission I'd like to save this to the Links section -- this post

shouldn't get lost :)

2. this post should also be shared via LBD Stories -- http://www.lbdstories.com/

-- so it reaches more people -- all you do is copy / paste this post on their

online form -- if interested and you don't want to spend the time doing it, I

can do it for you.

THANKS again :)

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel

camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I

took over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and

play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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I'm very aware of the prognosis. We are in the process of selling our home and

moving into a retirement community that has a wonderful assited care componant.

I think the situation is different when dealing with a parent as opposed to a

spouse.

 

My father died in October with Parkinson's. He had dementia toward the end. He

was wheelchair bound the last 3 years of his life and I  helped with caregiving

duties. He was 24 years older than me and my view on his situation was very

different than the one I have with my husband. My husband's illness directly

affects my life. Whenever I left my parent's home, I was able to return to mine

and even though my husband was dx almost 4 years ago, it was still a releif to

get away from the constant care situation my mother was living with 24/7. Mom

got no relief.

 

My epiphany was largely an adjustment in my view on this illness. It's tough to

not feel angry with selling my beautiful 2 story n home and moving into

a 3 room apartment when I am only 54. There are times when I cried myself to

sleep, not only for my husband but for me. I felt as though I was not only

losing my husband, but my home and a big chunk of my life. It's not fair, but it

is what it is.

 

I guess the purpose of my post was to remind myself that life really isn't

horrible. It's different, but no one is beating us, we aren't living on the

street. We have plenty to eat and still have the ability to enjoy life. When the

day comes (and I know it will) that he is bed-ridden and unable to enjoy much of

anything, he'll be receiving the best care available just down the hall from my

apartment. I have to remind myself to prepare for the future, live for the

moment and don't sweat the small stuff. Just a few  moments ago, he couldn't

figure out how to get  his cell phone out of the pocket of his windsuit. (He'd

zipped it in and forgotten).There was a time when that sort of thing would have

upset me.  But, in the big scheme of things, that's small stuff.

 

 

________________________________

To: " LBDcaregivers " <LBDcaregivers >

Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 9:27 PM

Subject: Re: An epiphany

Hi ,

It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

good life together.

I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

Judy

> **

>

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home,

> I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about

> medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march

> ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during

> the civil war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer

> use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel.

> We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

> answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have

> to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone

> backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment

> we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it

> with a smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently

> sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at

> all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> the point, isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

> Dec of 2011

>

> 

>

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I tried to copy and paste onto LBD stories, but couldn't get it to work for me.

If you don't mind doing that, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.

 

 

________________________________

To: LBDcaregivers

Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 6:14 AM

Subject: Re: An epiphany

 

LOVE THIS :) Thank you for sharing your epiphany! Two requests:

1. with your permission I'd like to save this to the Links section -- this post

shouldn't get lost :)

2. this post should also be shared via LBD Stories -- http://www.lbdstories.com/

-- so it reaches more people -- all you do is copy / paste this post on their

online form -- if interested and you don't want to spend the time doing it, I

can do it for you.

THANKS again :)

>

> We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't changed,

which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I always

figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of

sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and

attitude.

>

> The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for is

slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

>

> That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease like

this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments allowing

time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my husband (and

myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we love to do. We

liked to travel—still can. Only now we no longer use our large 5th wheel

camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving became scary, I

took over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out and fish and

play with grandchildren.

>

> And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

>

> None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes, we'll

buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get pullovers. I

know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and evenings out with

friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we have.

>

> That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

>

> His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

>

> We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

>

> Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

>

> wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in Dec

of 2011

>

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Wow, . You're experiencing all aspects of all of this. I think you

are absolutely right about parent caregiving vs. spouse caregiving. And

then there is parent caregiving in your own home, which is what I did until

we moved Mom into a dementia unit a year and a half ago (she passed in

February). That's somewhere between the two. You have the 24/7 care to

deal with - you can't leave and go to another home. But it is also your

parent and if they have had a full life, you can reconcile to the loss -

not easily, but the whole thing, for me, was not unexpected and I could

deal with it.

I've never married, but just reading what others are going through with

spouses, regardless of age, makes it clear to me that it is indeed more

devastating when it is a spouse. You are right. You lose your own life,

or the life you expected to have. In my case, I did the same to some

extent with Mom living with me. But I also expected it, since both of her

parents had some form of dementia. I also think it must be even harder

when you and your spouse are younger than you would expect someone with

dementia to be. You see your dreams for the future fall apart, or at least

alter. If you were looking forward to retirement, you may have to now

retire earlier and everything you were looking forward to doing as a couple

changes drastically.

My heart goes out to everyone caregiving for a spouse. When you were young

you probably didn't picture this as " in sickness and in health. " Bless you

for staying and for caring. I hope your families see your need are are

there to help.

Kate

> **

>

>

> I'm very aware of the prognosis. We are in the process of selling our home

> and moving into a retirement community that has a wonderful assited care

> componant. I think the situation is different when dealing with a parent as

> opposed to a spouse.

>

> My father died in October with Parkinson's. He had dementia toward the

> end. He was wheelchair bound the last 3 years of his life and I helped

> with caregiving duties. He was 24 years older than me and my view on his

> situation was very different than the one I have with my husband. My

> husband's illness directly affects my life. Whenever I left my parent's

> home, I was able to return to mine and even though my husband was dx almost

> 4 years ago, it was still a releif to get away from the constant care

> situation my mother was living with 24/7. Mom got no relief.

>

> My epiphany was largely an adjustment in my view on this illness. It's

> tough to not feel angry with selling my beautiful 2 story n home

> and moving into a 3 room apartment when I am only 54. There are times when

> I cried myself to sleep, not only for my husband but for me. I felt as

> though I was not only losing my husband, but my home and a big chunk of my

> life. It's not fair, but it is what it is.

>

> I guess the purpose of my post was to remind myself that life really isn't

> horrible. It's different, but no one is beating us, we aren't living on the

> street. We have plenty to eat and still have the ability to enjoy life.

> When the day comes (and I know it will) that he is bed-ridden and unable to

> enjoy much of anything, he'll be receiving the best care available just

> down the hall from my apartment. I have to remind myself to prepare for the

> future, live for the moment and don't sweat the small stuff. Just a few

> moments ago, he couldn't figure out how to get his cell phone out of the

> pocket of his windsuit. (He'd zipped it in and forgotten).There was a time

> when that sort of thing would have upset me. But, in the big scheme of

> things, that's small stuff.

>

>

>

>

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: " LBDcaregivers " <LBDcaregivers >

> Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 9:27 PM

> Subject: Re: An epiphany

>

> Hi ,

>

> It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

> husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

> good life together.

> I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

> our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

> and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

> You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

>

> Judy

>

>

>

> > **

> >

> >

> > We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> > changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> > anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive

> home,

> > I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really

> about

> > medication, adaptation and attitude.

> >

> > The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> > for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will

> march

> > ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> > with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea

> during

> > the civil war.

> >

> > That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> > like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> > allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> > my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> > anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no

> longer

> > use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> > When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still

> travel.

> > We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

> >

> > And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti

> or

> > answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I

> have

> > to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> > unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the

> phone

> > backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

> >

> > None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> > we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> > pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> > evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every

> moment

> > we have.

> >

> > That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> > my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said

> it

> > with a smile and he meant it.

> >

> > His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> > months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has

> evidently

> > sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

> >

> > We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> > life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> > spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important

> at

> > all.

> >

> > Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> > of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> > the point, isn't it?

> >

> > wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx

> in

> > Dec of 2011

> >

> >

> >

>

> --

> Sent from Gmail Mobile

>

>

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Thank  you, Kate. You understand exactly what I was trying to say. This disease

is difficult on everyone but in different ways. It's never easy to watch someone

you love fade away little by little. For me, anyway, it was easier watching my

father go through this because he was in his 70's when it got bad and he'd had a

very full and wonderful life.  We know that we're probably going to bury our

parent's someday and maybe even a spouse, but experience has taught us that

these events occur when you're older. I feel very young and everyday I fight

not to be bitter over the hand we were dealt.

 

My husband was a physicist--brilliant, hard working, a natural leader--he is

well known and well respected in our area. One of the toughest things for me to

cope with is knowing news of his illness is spreading through our community. I

hate pity.

 

 

________________________________

To: LBDcaregivers

Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 10:11 AM

Subject: Re: An epiphany

Wow, .  You're experiencing all aspects of all of this.  I think you

are absolutely right about parent caregiving vs. spouse caregiving.  And

then there is parent caregiving in your own home, which is what I did until

we moved Mom into a dementia unit a year and a half ago (she passed in

February).  That's somewhere between the two.  You have the 24/7 care to

deal with - you can't leave and go to another home.  But it is also your

parent and if they have had a full life, you can reconcile to the loss -

not easily, but the whole thing, for me, was not unexpected and I could

deal with it.

I've never married, but just reading what others are going through with

spouses, regardless of age, makes it clear to me that it is indeed more

devastating when it is a spouse.  You are right.  You lose your own life,

or the life you expected to have.  In my case, I did the same to some

extent with Mom living with me.  But I also expected it, since both of her

parents had some form of dementia.  I also think it must be even harder

when you and your spouse are younger than you would expect someone with

dementia to be.  You see your dreams for the future fall apart, or at least

alter.  If you were looking forward to retirement, you may have to now

retire earlier and everything you were looking forward to doing as a couple

changes drastically.

My heart goes out to everyone caregiving for a spouse.  When you were young

you probably didn't picture this as " in sickness and in health. "   Bless you

for staying and for caring.  I hope your families see your need are are

there to help.

Kate

> **

>

>

> I'm very aware of the prognosis. We are in the process of selling our home

> and moving into a retirement community that has a wonderful assited care

> componant. I think the situation is different when dealing with a parent as

> opposed to a spouse.

>

> My father died in October with Parkinson's. He had dementia toward the

> end. He was wheelchair bound the last 3 years of his life and I  helped

> with caregiving duties. He was 24 years older than me and my view on his

> situation was very different than the one I have with my husband. My

> husband's illness directly affects my life. Whenever I left my parent's

> home, I was able to return to mine and even though my husband was dx almost

> 4 years ago, it was still a releif to get away from the constant care

> situation my mother was living with 24/7. Mom got no relief.

>

> My epiphany was largely an adjustment in my view on this illness. It's

> tough to not feel angry with selling my beautiful 2 story n home

> and moving into a 3 room apartment when I am only 54. There are times when

> I cried myself to sleep, not only for my husband but for me. I felt as

> though I was not only losing my husband, but my home and a big chunk of my

> life. It's not fair, but it is what it is.

>

> I guess the purpose of my post was to remind myself that life really isn't

> horrible. It's different, but no one is beating us, we aren't living on the

> street. We have plenty to eat and still have the ability to enjoy life.

> When the day comes (and I know it will) that he is bed-ridden and unable to

> enjoy much of anything, he'll be receiving the best care available just

> down the hall from my apartment. I have to remind myself to prepare for the

> future, live for the moment and don't sweat the small stuff. Just a few

> moments ago, he couldn't figure out how to get  his cell phone out of the

> pocket of his windsuit. (He'd zipped it in and forgotten).There was a time

> when that sort of thing would have upset me.  But, in the big scheme of

> things, that's small stuff.

>

>

>

>

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: " LBDcaregivers " <LBDcaregivers >

> Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 9:27 PM

> Subject: Re: An epiphany

>

> Hi ,

>

> It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

> husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have a

> good life together.

> I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages. But

> our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

> and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

> You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

>

> Judy

>

>

>

> > **

> >

> >

> > We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> > changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> > anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive

> home,

> > I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really

> about

> > medication, adaptation and attitude.

> >

> > The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> > for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will

> march

> > ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> > with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea

> during

> > the civil war.

> >

> > That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

> > like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

> > allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind

> > my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> > anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no

> longer

> > use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> > When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still

> travel.

> > We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

> >

> > And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti

> or

> > answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I

> have

> > to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> > unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the

> phone

> > backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

> >

> > None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

> > we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> > pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

> > evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every

> moment

> > we have.

> >

> > That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked

> > my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said

> it

> > with a smile and he meant it.

> >

> > His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> > months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has

> evidently

> > sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

> >

> > We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> > life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> > spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important

> at

> > all.

> >

> > Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass

> > of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's

> > the point, isn't it?

> >

> > wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx

> in

> > Dec of 2011

> >

> >

> >

>

> --

> Sent from Gmail Mobile

>

>

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Thanks again -- I'm going to PRINT your epiphany for my support group

meeting tonight! :) PS when you do the LBD Stories posting... be sure to add a

photo (even if you're just using a generic image) b/c the one thing wrong w/

that site is that it picks up other images that people post if you don't post an

image yourself with your text -- something flukey thing they can't seem to

figure out... My story is on there -- it's the story with the picture of my

mom's dog... the Capgras dog... :D

> >

> > We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase anything, I

always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an

epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really about medication,

adaptation and attitude.

> >

> > The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope for

is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will march ahead,

claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds with its

destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea during the civil

war.

> >

> > That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a disease

like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little increments

allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to remind my

husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing anything we

love to do. We liked to travel†" still can. Only now we no longer use our large

5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels. When his driving

became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still travel. We can still eat out

and fish and play with grandchildren.

> >

> > And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti or

answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I have to

help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble unlocking his

car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the phone backwards or

orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

> >

> > None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his shoes,

we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels and

evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every moment we

have.

> >

> > That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor asked my

husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said it with a

smile and he meant it.

> >

> > His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6 months

ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has evidently sunken in.

And that's when it hit me.

> >

> > We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with life.

In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who spend their

lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important at all.

> >

> > Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a glass of

water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And that's the point,

isn't it?

> >

> > wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx in

Dec of 2011

> >

>

>

>

>

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Would getting ahead of the rumor mill be something that would work for you

- like sending around a brief note to the neighbors, family, etc. saying

something like " This is our situation. You can find information about this

condition at www.lbda.org. Please don't treat me or my husband any

differently. LBD doesn't mean that my husband doesn't understand what you

are saying - he understands perfectly. " This is awkward phrasing, but I'm

sure you can word it better.

One thing that worked well for me when I took Mom out shopping, to

restaurants or get-togethers was to have some little business cards that I

could give to someone to either prevent offensive behavior or stop it. Mom

would get so upset when people talked to me instead of her - like people do

with small children. The card said " My mother has Lewy Body Dementia. But

she understands you completely. Please speak directly to her. " In that

way, I could tell people how to act with her without publicly calling

attention to her. Again, the wording needs to fit your husband, but I did

find this helpful.

I found that people are generally uncomfortable around any kind of

disability and don't know how to behave. Telling them ahead of time how to

best interact with you and your husband makes everyone more comfortable.

On the other hand, pity can be quite useful. I remember that when my

father passed in the early '70s, our male neighbors all came together to do

the things Dad would have done if he were there. My younger sisters never

had to shovel snow from the driveway. Pity that accompanies help isn't so

terrible and eventually it turns into simple caring rather than the

stereotypical version of pity.

Kate

> **

>

>

> Thank you, Kate. You understand exactly what I was trying to say. This

> disease is difficult on everyone but in different ways. It's never easy to

> watch someone you love fade away little by little. For me, anyway, it was

> easier watching my father go through this because he was in his 70's when

> it got bad and he'd had a very full and wonderful life. We know that we're

> probably going to bury our parent's someday and maybe even a spouse, but

> experience has taught us that these events occur when you're older. I feel

> very young and everyday I fight not to be bitter over the hand we were

> dealt.

>

> My husband was a physicist--brilliant, hard working, a natural leader--he

> is well known and well respected in our area. One of the toughest things

> for me to cope with is knowing news of his illness is spreading through our

> community. I hate pity.

>

>

>

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: LBDcaregivers

> Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 10:11 AM

>

> Subject: Re: An epiphany

>

> Wow, . You're experiencing all aspects of all of this. I think you

> are absolutely right about parent caregiving vs. spouse caregiving. And

> then there is parent caregiving in your own home, which is what I did until

> we moved Mom into a dementia unit a year and a half ago (she passed in

> February). That's somewhere between the two. You have the 24/7 care to

> deal with - you can't leave and go to another home. But it is also your

> parent and if they have had a full life, you can reconcile to the loss -

> not easily, but the whole thing, for me, was not unexpected and I could

> deal with it.

>

> I've never married, but just reading what others are going through with

> spouses, regardless of age, makes it clear to me that it is indeed more

> devastating when it is a spouse. You are right. You lose your own life,

> or the life you expected to have. In my case, I did the same to some

> extent with Mom living with me. But I also expected it, since both of her

> parents had some form of dementia. I also think it must be even harder

> when you and your spouse are younger than you would expect someone with

> dementia to be. You see your dreams for the future fall apart, or at least

> alter. If you were looking forward to retirement, you may have to now

> retire earlier and everything you were looking forward to doing as a couple

> changes drastically.

>

> My heart goes out to everyone caregiving for a spouse. When you were young

> you probably didn't picture this as " in sickness and in health. " Bless you

> for staying and for caring. I hope your families see your need are are

> there to help.

>

> Kate

>

>

>

> > **

>

> >

> >

> > I'm very aware of the prognosis. We are in the process of selling our

> home

> > and moving into a retirement community that has a wonderful assited care

> > componant. I think the situation is different when dealing with a parent

> as

> > opposed to a spouse.

> >

> > My father died in October with Parkinson's. He had dementia toward the

> > end. He was wheelchair bound the last 3 years of his life and I helped

> > with caregiving duties. He was 24 years older than me and my view on his

> > situation was very different than the one I have with my husband. My

> > husband's illness directly affects my life. Whenever I left my parent's

> > home, I was able to return to mine and even though my husband was dx

> almost

> > 4 years ago, it was still a releif to get away from the constant care

> > situation my mother was living with 24/7. Mom got no relief.

> >

> > My epiphany was largely an adjustment in my view on this illness. It's

> > tough to not feel angry with selling my beautiful 2 story n home

> > and moving into a 3 room apartment when I am only 54. There are times

> when

> > I cried myself to sleep, not only for my husband but for me. I felt as

> > though I was not only losing my husband, but my home and a big chunk of

> my

> > life. It's not fair, but it is what it is.

> >

> > I guess the purpose of my post was to remind myself that life really

> isn't

> > horrible. It's different, but no one is beating us, we aren't living on

> the

> > street. We have plenty to eat and still have the ability to enjoy life.

> > When the day comes (and I know it will) that he is bed-ridden and unable

> to

> > enjoy much of anything, he'll be receiving the best care available just

> > down the hall from my apartment. I have to remind myself to prepare for

> the

> > future, live for the moment and don't sweat the small stuff. Just a few

> > moments ago, he couldn't figure out how to get his cell phone out of the

> > pocket of his windsuit. (He'd zipped it in and forgotten).There was a

> time

> > when that sort of thing would have upset me. But, in the big scheme of

> > things, that's small stuff.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > ________________________________

> >

> > To: " LBDcaregivers " <LBDcaregivers >

> > Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 9:27 PM

> > Subject: Re: An epiphany

> >

> > Hi ,

> >

> > It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

> > husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have

> a

> > good life together.

> > I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages.

> But

> > our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

> > and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

> > You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

> >

> > Judy

> >

> >

> >

> > > **

> > >

> > >

> > > We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> > > changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> > > anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive

> > home,

> > > I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really

> > about

> > > medication, adaptation and attitude.

> > >

> > > The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> > > for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will

> > march

> > > ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> > > with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea

> > during

> > > the civil war.

> > >

> > > That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a

> disease

> > > like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little

> increments

> > > allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to

> remind

> > > my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> > > anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no

> > longer

> > > use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> > > When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still

> > travel.

> > > We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

> > >

> > > And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti

> > or

> > > answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I

> > have

> > > to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> > > unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the

> > phone

> > > backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

> > >

> > > None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his

> shoes,

> > > we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> > > pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels

> and

> > > evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every

> > moment

> > > we have.

> > >

> > > That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor

> asked

> > > my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said

> > it

> > > with a smile and he meant it.

> > >

> > > His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> > > months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has

> > evidently

> > > sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

> > >

> > > We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> > > life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> > > spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important

> > at

> > > all.

> > >

> > > Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a

> glass

> > > of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And

> that's

> > > the point, isn't it?

> > >

> > > wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx

> > in

> > > Dec of 2011

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> > --

> > Sent from Gmail Mobile

> >

> >

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We actually haven't told out that he has dementia yet. The news of his

Parkinson's diagnosis has been bad enough. Our close friends know, but we

decided to keep the other part under wraps for now. Many of the people who know

him well have already figured out that " something " is wrong. It'll slip out

eventually.

 

 

________________________________

To: LBDcaregivers

Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 3:56 PM

Subject: Re: An epiphany

Would getting ahead of the rumor mill be something that would work for you

- like sending around a brief note to the neighbors, family, etc. saying

something like " This is our situation.  You can find information about this

condition at www.lbda.org.  Please don't treat me or my husband any

differently.  LBD doesn't mean that my husband doesn't understand what you

are saying - he understands perfectly. "   This is awkward phrasing, but I'm

sure you can word it better.

One thing that worked well for me when I took Mom out shopping, to

restaurants or get-togethers was to have some little business cards that I

could give to someone to either prevent offensive behavior or stop it.  Mom

would get so upset when people talked to me instead of her - like people do

with small children.  The card said " My mother has Lewy Body Dementia.  But

she understands you completely.  Please speak directly to her. "   In that

way, I could tell people how to act with her without publicly calling

attention to her.  Again, the wording needs to fit your husband, but I did

find this helpful.

I found that people are generally uncomfortable around any kind of

disability and don't know how to behave.  Telling them ahead of time how to

best interact with you and your husband makes everyone more comfortable.

On the other hand, pity can be quite useful.  I remember that when my

father passed in the early '70s, our male neighbors all came together to do

the things Dad would have done if he were there.  My younger sisters never

had to shovel snow from the driveway.  Pity that accompanies help isn't so

terrible and eventually it turns into simple caring rather than the

stereotypical version of pity.

Kate

> **

>

>

> Thank  you, Kate. You understand exactly what I was trying to say. This

> disease is difficult on everyone but in different ways. It's never easy to

> watch someone you love fade away little by little. For me, anyway, it was

> easier watching my father go through this because he was in his 70's when

> it got bad and he'd had a very full and wonderful life.  We know that we're

> probably going to bury our parent's someday and maybe even a spouse, but

> experience has taught us that these events occur when you're older. I feel

> very young and everyday I fight not to be bitter over the hand we were

> dealt.

>

> My husband was a physicist--brilliant, hard working, a natural leader--he

> is well known and well respected in our area. One of the toughest things

> for me to cope with is knowing news of his illness is spreading through our

> community. I hate pity.

> 

>

>

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: LBDcaregivers

> Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 10:11 AM

>

> Subject: Re: An epiphany

>

> Wow, .  You're experiencing all aspects of all of this.  I think you

> are absolutely right about parent caregiving vs. spouse caregiving.  And

> then there is parent caregiving in your own home, which is what I did until

> we moved Mom into a dementia unit a year and a half ago (she passed in

> February).  That's somewhere between the two.  You have the 24/7 care to

> deal with - you can't leave and go to another home.  But it is also your

> parent and if they have had a full life, you can reconcile to the loss -

> not easily, but the whole thing, for me, was not unexpected and I could

> deal with it.

>

> I've never married, but just reading what others are going through with

> spouses, regardless of age, makes it clear to me that it is indeed more

> devastating when it is a spouse.  You are right.  You lose your own life,

> or the life you expected to have.  In my case, I did the same to some

> extent with Mom living with me.  But I also expected it, since both of her

> parents had some form of dementia.  I also think it must be even harder

> when you and your spouse are younger than you would expect someone with

> dementia to be.  You see your dreams for the future fall apart, or at least

> alter.  If you were looking forward to retirement, you may have to now

> retire earlier and everything you were looking forward to doing as a couple

> changes drastically.

>

> My heart goes out to everyone caregiving for a spouse.  When you were young

> you probably didn't picture this as " in sickness and in health. "   Bless you

> for staying and for caring.  I hope your families see your need are are

> there to help.

>

> Kate

>

>

>

> > **

>

> >

> >

> > I'm very aware of the prognosis. We are in the process of selling our

> home

> > and moving into a retirement community that has a wonderful assited care

> > componant. I think the situation is different when dealing with a parent

> as

> > opposed to a spouse.

> >

> > My father died in October with Parkinson's. He had dementia toward the

> > end. He was wheelchair bound the last 3 years of his life and I  helped

> > with caregiving duties. He was 24 years older than me and my view on his

> > situation was very different than the one I have with my husband. My

> > husband's illness directly affects my life. Whenever I left my parent's

> > home, I was able to return to mine and even though my husband was dx

> almost

> > 4 years ago, it was still a releif to get away from the constant care

> > situation my mother was living with 24/7. Mom got no relief.

> >

> > My epiphany was largely an adjustment in my view on this illness. It's

> > tough to not feel angry with selling my beautiful 2 story n home

> > and moving into a 3 room apartment when I am only 54. There are times

> when

> > I cried myself to sleep, not only for my husband but for me. I felt as

> > though I was not only losing my husband, but my home and a big chunk of

> my

> > life. It's not fair, but it is what it is.

> >

> > I guess the purpose of my post was to remind myself that life really

> isn't

> > horrible. It's different, but no one is beating us, we aren't living on

> the

> > street. We have plenty to eat and still have the ability to enjoy life.

> > When the day comes (and I know it will) that he is bed-ridden and unable

> to

> > enjoy much of anything, he'll be receiving the best care available just

> > down the hall from my apartment. I have to remind myself to prepare for

> the

> > future, live for the moment and don't sweat the small stuff. Just a few

> > moments ago, he couldn't figure out how to get  his cell phone out of the

> > pocket of his windsuit. (He'd zipped it in and forgotten).There was a

> time

> > when that sort of thing would have upset me.  But, in the big scheme of

> > things, that's small stuff.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > ________________________________

> >

> > To: " LBDcaregivers " <LBDcaregivers >

> > Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2012 9:27 PM

> > Subject: Re: An epiphany

> >

> > Hi ,

> >

> > It's wonderful to read your very good attitude. You are lucky that your

> > husband is still able to communicate with you and you can manage to have

> a

> > good life together.

> > I am lucky to have had some good times with my mom in the first stages.

> But

> > our family thankfully didn't lose sight of the prognosis for the disease

> > and we tried out best to plan for the future ! I'm glad we did !

> > You sound like you deeply love your husband - he is very lucky !!

> >

> > Judy

> >

> >

> >

> > > **

> > >

> > >

> > > We just returned from the Cleveland Clinic. My husband's meds weren't

> > > changed, which is a good thing. Anytime they don't need to increase

> > > anything, I always figure that's good. While making the 5 hour drive

> > home,

> > > I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a progressive illness is really

> > about

> > > medication, adaptation and attitude.

> > >

> > > The medicines they have will not cure the disease. The best we can hope

> > > for is slowing it or making it easier to deal with. The disease will

> > march

> > > ahead, claiming brain cells as little battles of victory as it proceeds

> > > with its destructive path. Not too unlike Sherman's march to the sea

> > during

> > > the civil war.

> > >

> > > That's where the adaptive part comes into the picture. Luckily, a

> disease

> > > like this one doesn't happen overnight. It eats away in little

> increments

> > > allowing time for the patient and family to adapt. I often have to

> remind

> > > my husband (and myself) that the disease hasn't stopped us from doing

> > > anything we love to do. We liked to travel—still can. Only now we no

> > longer

> > > use our large 5th wheel camper. We bought a minivan and stay in hotels.

> > > When his driving became scary, I took over that chore, BUT we still

> > travel.

> > > We can still eat out and fish and play with grandchildren.

> > >

> > > And really, does it matter when he puts salad dressing on his spaghetti

> > or

> > > answers the remote control instead of the phone? Does it matter that I

> > have

> > > to help him sign in to his email (every time) or that he has trouble

> > > unlocking his car door to get out? Who does it harm when he turns the

> > phone

> > > backwards or orders me a cup of coffee when I don't drink coffee?

> > >

> > > None of those things really matter. When he can no longer tie his

> shoes,

> > > we'll buy slip-ons. When he can no longer button his shirts, we'll get

> > > pullovers. I know that eventually his condition will stop our travels

> and

> > > evenings out with friends, but until then, we adapt and enjoy every

> > moment

> > > we have.

> > >

> > > That's where the attitude thing enters the picture. When the doctor

> asked

> > > my husband how he was doing, he said, " I think I'm doing well. " He said

> > it

> > > with a smile and he meant it.

> > >

> > > His answer surprised me. Things are definitely worse than they were 6

> > > months ago, but my constant insistence that we're doing fine has

> > evidently

> > > sunken in. And that's when it hit me.

> > >

> > > We really are doing fine. We really are adapting and moving ahead with

> > > life. In the big picture, we're better off than many of our friends who

> > > spend their lives fretting over small stuff that really isn't important

> > at

> > > all.

> > >

> > > Life gave us a lemon. We might not be able to make lemonade, but a

> glass

> > > of water with a twist of lemon will still satisfy our thirst. And

> that's

> > > the point, isn't it?

> > >

> > > wife of Henry dx with PD in 2009 at the age of 56. LBD added to dx

> > in

> > > Dec of 2011

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> > --

> > Sent from Gmail Mobile

> >

> >

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Wow....Thanks so much for sharing these words. I really needed them and

they've help make an attitude adjustment.

Robin R.

>

While making the 5 hour drive home, I had an epiphany of sorts: Managing a

progressive illness is really about medication, adaptation and attitude.

>

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