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Money Talks….

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According to a recent article in the New York Times: “As Cognition Slips, Financial Skills Are Often the First to Go.”  financial cognition is one of the first skills to go. According to Ralph: Money talks, bullshit walks.

When we first met, Ralph was something of a hippie entrepreneur. By the time he was thirty, he’d dropped the hippie part and considered himself a real estate entrepreneur—buying, renovating, managing and leveraging small apartment buildings–while I pursued my less than financially lucrative writing ambitions. Then his longtime bookkeeper quit suddenly and I had to take over the day-to-day bookkeeping. At the time I didn’t want to take on that responsibility, but in retrospect I am really glad I did. When I needed to liquidate the business two years ago, I knew the basics, like where the checking accounts were, but also the larger framework of how to run the business the way Ralph did. He remained the one who made the serious financial decisions, but I watched and learned.

And what I learned was to be obsessively careful. I used to tease him about the way he analyzed and re-analyzed every business decision, going over and over the worst case and best case scenarios, ‘running the numbers’ as he called it. So what struck me in reading the Times article was this line: “It may become more difficult for people to identify the risks in a particular investment, and they may focus too much on the benefits.” Ralph’s last three investments were frankly terrible.

Luckily those were his last investments. Unfortunately, they were his last investments because Ralph’s follow-through was also going. Ralph always took great pride in being “a closer.” So what I saw as his flagging interest in following through caught my eye as a problem sooner than his forgetfulness. I realize now that he probably no longer trusted his own judgment. He went through the motions, but he had checked out at least a year before his diagnosis. He sat in his office reading catalogs and magazines while letting his assistant and me run things. Fortunately, he’d done such a good job training us that we did fine for awhile.

We may have lost some money due to Ralph’s MCI, but I am kind of glad Ralph had that time to loosen his hold on the business. A grace period.

Because once we had the official diagnosis of Mild Cognitive Impairment, there was no pretending. And by the time I decided to sell the business, Ralph’s impairment was greater while his interest in anything financial had dropped to zero. The man who loved to spend days doing profit loss projections can no longer figure the tip on a restaurant tab.

What If My Memory Goes Next?

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I can believe I haven’t thought of this before (i.e. remembered) while trying to empathize with Ralph’s cognitive impairment, but  I have actually experienced a similar discombobulating state of memory loss myself: a short spell of amnesia years ago after falling 10 feet down from a filled hay wagon:

I was helping Ralph gather up bales in the field of our farm. The last thing I remember is how sticky, itchy miserable I was standing at the very top of five layers of hay bales  in the old Chevy truck-bed as I declared to Ralph that I would never help him bring in the hay again.

Then I was lying on the ground, or so I’ve been told.

For the next few days I continually asked Ralph to remind me the basic facts about our lives. I don’t know what the exact questions were, but I do remember continual foggy confusion and jagged moments of panic, then the enormous relief as facts returned to my consciousness.

Now Ralph lives with what is probably a more difficult mix of confusion and panic on a regular basis and there’s no relief in sight. While  his daily menu of donezepil, namenda and lexapro keeps him stable for the time being, he knows damn well there’s  no real cure, that his lost facts are not going to miraculously return.

Meanwhile, my memory in most areas–not counting names, numbers and my car keys–is  relatively sharp.

What makes me nervous is an article I read  that people with a history of concussions are prone to memory loss as they age.  I have also read, somewhere else, the worrying possibility that Alzheimer’s spouses are more likely to show symptoms of Alzheimer’s themselves.

I would offer a link to those articles here, if I could only remember where I found them.

Into the MCI Maze: Starting From Today

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My husband, whom I am calling Ralph at his request (see “About” above), has the Condition called Mild Cognitive Impairment. His MRI and spinal tap show that he has plaque build up consistent with the disease called Alzheimer’s, but as his doctor repeats, he does NOT yet have the DISEASE CALLED Alzheimer’s. He has  the CONDITION called MCI.

Some people with MCI slip quickly into Alzheimer’s or dementia. Others reach a plateau and stay there. For now, because of his medicines,  because he’s lucky, or because I’m in avoidance, Ralph seems to be on the plateau.

I admit I have not kept track of the changes in Ralph as well as I should have. I missed the starting line. And living with him day to day, I can easily miss  gradual alterations that others who see him less often find shocking. Since greater changes may be coming—ok, will be coming—I need a point of reference going forward, and here it is:

What he remembers:

Facts—He watches Jeopardy every night and is still a strong armchair contestant.

His meds—As long as I fill his weekly pill boxes (Namenda and Donepezil for memory and generic escitalapram for depression and anxiety).

His daily routine—He feeds the dog, takes a walk,  takes a nap, maybe spends a couple of hours every day in his workshop “organizing my tools.” Now that the weather has warmed up, he does a lot of mowing. By mid-afternoon he’s sitting  on our front porch, whatever the weather, listening to the radio and smoking a cigar. (I know smoking is bad but this fight isn’t worth fighting right now.) Mondays he drives himself to see his psychiatrist. He eats lunch at Burger King beforehand and stops at the post office afterwards.

How to drive— His actual driving skills remain strong although he drives more slowly, maybe a good thing. As long as I am there to give directions, he can drive anywhere day or night. Alone, he can find his way to certain key locations : his psychiatrist, Burger King, and our daughter’s house.

What he forgets:

Who people are—not just names but also that certain people exist.

Conversations—often enough that I assume anything I have told him will be forgotten–scheduling details, financial decisions, family issues. Of course, the upside is that I can tell him a secret and know it is safe. Plus he forgets arguments immediately.

Memories, Especially Bad Memories—Despite common assumptions, his long term memory is not much better than his short term but it is selective. He has forgotten quite a few specifics of his past, but they come back with prodding. What he has more trouble remembering are arguments, why friendships went awry and family estrangements occurred. Even when he’s reminded, he doesn’t feel the old angers. An unexpected benefit.

Who he is:

Sweeter than he used to be; less aggressive; more patient; less easily bored (because he doesn’t remember the twenty minutes of waiting for the doctor once it’s over); more in the moment.

But also less ambitious; less energetic; less adventurous; more passive; more dependent.

Still passionate about his farm and his dog; still able to fix anything with his hands; still a voracious reader (he says he can’t remember what he’s reading until he opens the book); still adept at analyzing numbers, facts and human nature (even if he can’t remember his analysis five minutes later)—in other words, although  I’ve been warned there’s no telling how long before MCI begins chipping more deeply into his identity, Ralph is still himself in the most important ways.