My altenheimers is acting up (No Comments)

I started a wordpress blog a while ago with this exact title.

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However I haven’t had a great deal of time to write much.  So now, rather than trying to manage two blogs and my family and my teaching and my writing, I am consolidating my thoughts on Alzheimers, into this location.

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Growing up, whenever my mom would forget something, normal forgetting, she would say ‘my altenheimers is acting up’ as a joke.

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Now that joke is a reality and my mom is suffering from dementia.  When I say suffering, I mean it.  Sure, she is in early to mid stages still but she is suffering. Emotionally and mentally.  She is worried and anxious, pretty much all the time.

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I am looking into getting her a geriatric specialist now who will follow her as the disease progress.  But I need someone good, who is caring too.  Not someone who is going to separate us at appointments and keep us apart for hours until my mom threatens to call the police on them just so she can go home.  This happened, I am NOT kidding.

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Anyway, my mom is doing okay.  And the good news is that I am handling it better too.  Sometimes it is about me, ok?

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I was crying every day last year when we got the diagnosis.  I took a day and cried until I couldn’t cry any more and I haven’t cried since…ok, not much at least.  I feel like I am better able to cope with it now.

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While my mom is doing ok, the person she was, was gone a year ago.  I’ve mourned that loss.  I’ve even accepted it, I think.  And now we are moving forward.

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My mom is losing her ability to speak properly, meaning she is often having difficulty selecting the words she wants to say and sometimes when I speak with her, she doesn’t know what I am saying.  Like when I asked her to chop something and she didn’t know what the word ‘chop’ meant…she used to know.  This has happened with other words too.

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I am trying to focus on the fact that my mom is still here.  She is still alive.  And she can laugh and smile.  Does she get confused?  Sure.  Don’t we all?!  I grew up being afraid of losing my mother so I am really glad now that I  still have her.

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Sometimes you just have to look at the glass as being half full.

 

Times change (No Comments)

Hello!
This blog used to be only about my family but as time has passed and my kids have gotten older and less cute (heehee) I have realized that it is time to change things up.

I have decided to included other parts of my life in this blog that make up a big part of my life. Two things that I will be writing about are my mom’s struggles with Alzheimers as well as my own journey with my writing career.

I will still include posts about my kids when there is something to share. But for now I think that this makes the most sense.

Happy new year!

St. Anthony- patron saint of lost Ipods (No Comments)

My son spent days looking for his Ipod. He couldn’t find it anywhere and was quite upset and going into video game withdrawal.
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Finally, I offered up assistance in the form of advice. I told him to pray to St. Anthony. Gregory asked me how fast he works. I replied that it depends on how busy he is!
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Later, Gregory sat on the couch and was asking for more advice. I recommended sticking his hands down into the couch cushions and then began doing it myself.
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Within a minute, I pulled the Ipod out from under a cushion.
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Gregory was quite grateful but I wasn’t particularly thrilled. i like when my kids misplace their video games. They talk to me more!

Twin birthday (No Comments)

twins one year old

 

 

 

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My twins turned 11 last Monday.

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Gone are the days of shared birthday parties.  Oh no!  They can’t bear to have a party at the same time, how embarrassing!

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Sabrina’s friends came over on Saturday and first we made individual pizzas and then they went to the decorated basement to build gingerbread houses.  It was very fun! And messy!  And sugary!

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Gregory skulked around, hanging out with me in the kitchen while the girls were downstairs and disappearing into the living room when they came upstairs. He didn’t speak to any of the girls, all of whom he knows well as they are in his class. I found this strange.

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They didn’t.

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I didn’t let anyone go upstairs. Bedrooms were off limits for the party.  My twins share a bedroom and neither one cares to have the others friends look at the stuff or God forbid, sit on their bed!  One time Sabrina’s friend exclaimed, ‘you share a room with Gregory?  Gross!’

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Ahh kids!  In just a few more years we likely won’t be able to keep them apart when their friends are over (if their older siblings are any indication).  Gross!

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Sweet dreams, honey! (No Comments)

Last night, my kids got to bed late because we were out at a basketball game.  I kept calling to my 10 year olds to stop talking and to get into bed but they kept fooling around so I had to go upstairs to let them have it.  I instructed them to stay in their beds and to stop fighting.  They still share a room and aren’t happy about it so bedtimes can be challenging.

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Then I went into my bathroom to get myself ready for bed.  Again, I heard  them fighting.

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I stormed back into their dark room.  They were in their beds, thick duvets piled on top of them.  I couldn’t see their faces.

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“Gregory! If you keep bugging your sister I am going to move your bed down to the basement!” I said sharply.

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There was utter silence.  Gregory is terrified of the basement, even in the daytime.  The threat hung in the room like a bomb waiting to go off.

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I asked if he would like that.  In a trembling voice, he said, “no”.

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“Good!” I replied.  “Don’t test me!…..’k…g’night!  love you guys!”

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Ahhh there is nothing like a little traumatizing of the children to help me get to sleep at night…but guess what?  He didn’t talk again so the guilt was worth it.