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We know that sometimes we, as caregivers, get overwhelmed with our responsibilities. We are coming up on Thanksgiving and We'd like for you to take a few minutes each day until then to find at least one thing to give thanks for. You will be surprised how doing that little thing will brighten up even the most hectic day. Now that I'm thinking about it, why don't you all send us short notes entitled "Thanksgiving" to share with all of us. We'll just make it a Thanksgiving issue if we get enough responses. The deadline for getting them to us will be November 21. Medical News From NotelyJoan The Spain report reveals that people taking an antidepressant from the selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor family of drugs -- which includes Prozac (fluoxetine) and Paxil (paroxetine) -- have a threefold greater risk of upper gastrointestinal (GI) bleeding. Please read the entire article at AllHealth.com. Dementia Guide Created For Doctors In Passing: Those We Must Remember From IMISTY123 It is with sadness that I will tell you that my father, passed away yesterday afternoon. He had been afflicted with Alzheimers and we cared for him. I have often stopped in the chat rooms to discuss my issues and found people there who helped.. My dad was diagnosed about 5 weeks ago with stomache cancer which had metastasized to his liver, lungs & bones...So very suddenly, they said nothing could be done. He returned home from the hospital on hospice home care, and the alzheimers complicated his situation tremendously. He suffered a double whammy, a horrible physical illness, plus the alzheimers...Now, he's at rest. He died with myself and mother present along with my pastor.. He's not in pain anymore... Thank you for all the wonderful work you do...I will be in touch... AnnMarie.... E-Mail Bag From JDunn56760 Mina,my prayers are
with you. I pray also that you find and accept the reason for
this. My husband is in a home now and had standard AD for 5 years with
3 being diagnosed. Last night at an affair at the home he lives in. I watched my
husband and others and I finally realized that the Lord has given
me a reason to live. I spend my time visiting and loving those that seem to be
forgotten by their loved ones. It gives me joy to say hello, give a pat and acknowledge them as
human beings, they love me as I love them. It is the purpose for me. If my husband had died I would never
have had the opportunity to be as I now am. I lead a support group in hopes of helping others to accept.
I will continue to do what is now my job. This is a wonderful
place for a 70 year old to be, as I am needed by AD victims and I
need them. From SARAHGODD Thank you so much for
your latest volume of The
Ribbon. In reading what others have written
recently, it seems there are more than one type of dementia ...
Alzheimers Disease, Dementia, and Vascular Dementia to name a few.
How can it be determined just what type of dementia one has? I
know it must be done thru a specialized physician; however, is it
determined by x-rays, cat scans, MRI's, or.......? What test
should I specifically ask for from my mom's doctor? I know she
has dementia, but I'd like to know WHAT kind of dementia. (I've
been told it doesn't matter, so I guess I shouldn't make a big
deal of it, but for some reason, I feel I need to know for sure.)
Does it make a difference of what type dementia she has regarding
treatment? The Old Woman
From LILAUTHOR1 I read Mina's article with more interest than the average bear, since she is another EO AD patients with whom I have networked, and participates in our patient-only posting list. I want to congratulate you for printing the article from Mina, because I do believe We the People have something left to give, something to contribute to the cause of fighting this disease which robs as a thief in the night. There have been times in my experience when my articles or posted
messages on caregiver-oriented agenda sites were received with
churlishness. I hope this will not be the case regarding Mina's
article, because she has joinedothers and me in advocacy, and has
not yet been jaundiced by flinging herself at windmills. Her
participation in Memory Walks and other promotion for the
Alzheimer Association in California is valued not only by them,
but by me. She believes as I do that we can best keep ourselves
mentally stimulated by such participation. It takes more than resolve and a facility for speaking or writing
to be an outspoken advocate when you are also a patient. WAY TO GO, MINA! Forget Me Never, From BELL OF WV Dear
Friends.. From Cwadephill Hi, Mina Editor's note: I
forwarded the information about a link to be able to subscribe to
Kevin, I'm sure he will do what ever he can to fix a quick link. I really appreciate the info, THX! funny thing, I worked in 'social services' kinds of jobs, both as a volunteer and as paid staff for almost ten years, and thought I knew 'the system'. Turns out I didn't know jack. Out of 3 brothers-1 lives here, the others in MI, the only real support comes from one bro in MI. The one that lives here stopped taking Dad for Sunday brunch as he'd been doing for years when he discovered he could no longer hit Dad up for cash anymore. Gordon, from MI came for an Easter-time visit that was supposed to last for a week, so we could sit down and decide how we were going to handle finances, etc. He left after two days, leaving all decisions to me. PaulE actually came down for two weeks when Dad was in hospital in Feb.and cleaned house, put in hospital time, and really *helped*. But he's now on a new job and won't have vacation time again for a year. now that Dad is in a supervisory home, it doesn't really make sense for him to relocate, as he was thinking of doing. I've been online for four years now, and have found in unusual situations like this, this is where the best help is to be found. People generally seem to think there's only two things that happen when people get old--they die or go to a nursing home. Unfortunately, there are so many degrees in between you don't really know about until you get there. even the professionals who are supposed to be working in this area apparently *don't know*, which is amazing to me. anyway, thanks again! Trudy in Yuma From DKThomp Good morning all: November 7, 1999. Six years ago today Dr. Lindes, our family doctor, told Ann and I that we needed to have some tests run on Ann to see if what he suspected was true. He also suggested we go see a neurologist after the tests to get a more accurate diagnosis of her problem. I don't think I had heard much about Alzheimer's Disease, but what I had heard it sounded very frightening. By February of 1994, we had been to two other doctors and both had concluded probable EOAD. These six years have gone very fast it seems to me, and the changes that have occurred are very profound. Many changes but by the grace of God we are still making each day count. A PSALM OF LIFE
Something to Make You Think From VGrgory A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before
supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on
the floor. he asked the child sweetly, The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. Hugs and Peace,
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