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Alzheimer’s Benefit–Exposing A Goodness Quotient

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I am prone to cynicism in general. And like a lot of people, I have been more demoralized by the state of the world than usual lately. So I am a bit surprised to find myself celebrating what, for lack of better phrase, I’ll call the goodness quotient in human beings.

Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, Anne Frank, Nelson Mandela, Saint Francis—their lives are awe-inspiring and intimidating in equal measure. They have had their human imperfections here and there, but few of us aspire to their level of goodness. At least I never have. (In fact, I admit to spending MLK Day sitting around the house when I should have been out volunteering.)

But after reading the recent spate of articles surrounding Reverend King and John Lewis as well as a post entitled Gratitude in the Land of Dementia on the blog One of Life’s Little Surprises, I am struck by a reality that I seldom consider, the capacity of so many “normal” people to help others.

In particular, how do so many people find themselves able to accept challenges and responsibilities they never imagined they would face when their loved ones became increasing cognitively impaired. Why don’t they walk away (as I am often tempted to do from a so far less difficult situation)?

Individuals may answer, “I love my husband/ wife/ mother/ father/ sibling/ friend/ partner;” but that’s not it, not in any conventional sense. Of course I can’t speak for anyone else when I acknowledge that whatever emotional chemistry existed between Ralph and me before his diagnosis—whether the early passion or deep marital affinity—has definitely altered since his mind and identity have altered along the Alzheimer’s spectrum. I suspect the same kind of alteration has occurred between other caregivers and caregivees.

So, what specifically is the mix of loyalty, generosity, duty and sympathy/empathy that makes so many of the caregivers I’ve run across (who know who you are, Mary, Nancy, and all you others) tick?

I certainly don’t have an answer, but it is heartening to realize that when faced with the challenge, a large number of flawed, normal people are capable of being kinder and more caring than we expected of ourselves

Alzheimer’s Friendship

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Last week I had lunch with a new friend.

A month or so earlier I received an email from E responding to a post. She mentioned that we once met at a support group meeting run by the Emory Brain Center. I didn’t recognize E’s name so wasn’t sure who she was; because of the distance involved, I attend the support group infrequently at best and haven’t been back for ages.

But as soon as I saw E in person, I remembered her. I remembered sitting across the conference table from an attractive woman whose name I didn’t catch and thinking  she is really angry—angry and exhausted—and what’s more, she’s willing to admit it! She had recently convinced her husband to downsize their home, only to realize in the selling, packing and moving that her husband was more incapacitated than she’d realized. Scrunched down in my seat, listening to E talk so honestly, I recognized that I was not facing my own complicated mix of anger, stress and protectiveness toward Ralph. E’s directness and her honesty were a truly liberating epiphany.

Now here we were over a year later, sitting in a café catching up, and as E said, it was “like looking in a mirror.” Our husbands had different careers but in many ways we shared similar lives before they were diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment within months of each other and began seeing the same neurologist at the Emory Brain Center. Now both men are enrolled in the same Merck study I have written about . They both are devoted to their dog. And E and I are both…. Well, we are that same complicated mix of stress and protectiveness.

As E and I sat and talked over our salads last week One of us would begin a sentence and the other would be able it finish it. We didn’t have to sugarcoat, we didn’t have to explain. The words poured out. Being with E was so relaxing.

We lingered and lingered and then we went back to E’s house and talked some more. I drove away almost giddy with excitement, the way I felt at ten or eighteen when I met a new friend.

When Ralph was first diagnosed, one of the vows I made to myself was that I was going to maintain my life, that I would keep my friendships. And I have. In fact I have a larger circle of friends and more active social life than I used to. I have worked at building a network, professional writer friends, volunteer organization friends, political friends, literary friends, movie going friends, fun and conversation friends, family friends.

And online friends through the Memoryland community—and it feels to me like a community—along with other caregiver/caregivee blog communities.

Now I have an actual Alzheimer’s friend.

A Sympathy Card and Belated Thank You Note to Joan Gershman, The (Ultimate) Alzheimer’s Spouse

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I just read Joan Gershman’s eulogy for her husband Sid Gershman on her site The Alzheimer’s Spouse. Sid died on June 15.

After twelve years of care giving and eight years of blogging about Alzheimer’s, Joan is taking time to grieve. In her eulogy, Joan is her usual down to earth, self-aware self. And loving in a way I can only aspire to be. Of course, I have often aspired to be more like Joan.

I discovered  The Alzheimer’s Spouse the week that Ralph was diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment/Early Alzheimer’s. With dread I turned to the Internet to read up. I found academic articles, scientific studies, platitudinous advice columns. And then I found The Alzheimer’s Spouse.

This was only two years ago so the Gershman’s were already 10 years deep into dementia’s waters while I was just barely wading the shoreline.

Joan’s site has always been rich with information, but it was Joan’s spirit that grabbed me that night, her willingness to say the unsayable, to bare her wounds and scars. Her spirit and her survival mechanism. I remember sitting at my kitchen table pouring over her posts while Ralph slept in the next room. Here was a role model—a woman facing the reality of her husband’s deteriorating condition, sticking with him, but remaining a person in her own right.

I admit I am no Joan. I am more grudging about care-giving a husband with developing dementia. I am less willing to devote a lot of energy to researching the nooks and crannies of Alzheimer’s care giving in order to stay as up-to-date as I should with current knowledge. But that’s okay—Joan would understand. What I so love about The Alzheimer’s Spuse site is that while Joan has made available a library of knowledge about Alzheimer’s, bthe personal connections and revelations have always been paramount.

Each of us taking care of someone with cognitive impairment realizes that no two cases are the same, that despite statistics and research we each face different challenges.  Yet reading Joan’s words always remind me that we have a lot in common as well.