Caretakers of people diagnosed with Alzheimer’s or other
forms of dementia know that even the most fluid and comfortable daily routine
can be interrupted by the slightest thing: a stuffy nose can be cause for
alarm, a clumsy stumble into a chair causing a bruise, water going down the
wrong way and causing a coughing fit. Most of what one reads about this disease
creates a picture of slow, steady decline, but in my experience the reality is
more like a boat on the sea. It can be calm and beautiful, peaceful and serene
for a bit, and then the wind picks up and there’s a gentle bobbing up and down
that eventually feels manageable. But if bigger waves arrive, you cling to the
side of the boat, fighting nausea, and wanting the motion to please, please
just stop.
Nerves and neck bones don't always get along |
So it has been for us the past week. First, there was a
return of neck pain due to cervical radiculopathy, a pinched nerve that can
cause tear-inducing pain through the neck, shoulder, and arm. In desperation,
because it was a weekend, I gave my mother the medicine she had previously
taken about a year ago, Gabapentin, which is effective but we were glad to get
her off it. Although it worked to help the pain subside, it caused great drowsiness.
I tried my best to help my mother do the regular exercises that I learned from
her physical therapy back in New York, but she was increasingly stiff and
unable to turn and tilt her neck. Still, she managed a dental visit to have a
permanent
crown fitted, and a Thanksgiving weekend visit with our friends from
Reggio Emilia complete with a big roast turkey lunch, and even dinner out the
night before. Sunday we went to see our friend perform in a comedic play, and
the week that followed was pretty normal, with a social invitation for tea with
our neighbors Sunday afternoon.
Our traditional Thanksgiving plate |
The following Monday we celebrated because I passed my
driving road test, the final hurdle to obtaining an Italian driver’s license.
This had been weighing on me since the summer, and it had taken two tries to
pass the true-false theory exam as you can only get 4 questions wrong out of
40, and about 10 are really tricky even if you study as if you have to pass a
bar exam. But my mother was
weaker and started using her cane again, and by
Thursday I had rented a walker. Friday was spent mostly asleep in bed, but I
managed to get her to the doctor’s office for a 7pm appointment. Her regular
doctor was away, and had reassured me on the phone that her colleague would
handle whatever was causing the decline (and that might simply be a curable
infection). Doctor Bacci was so charming, and having spent a few years in
Cleveland and Brooklyn, spoke perfect English. He listened carefully to her
lungs and heart, and prescribed a course of antibiotics, switching her from
Gabapentin to Tylenol with codeine at half a dose, and ordered some blood work.
Mimi knows when my mother needs her |
By Sunday she could no longer walk or even stand for more
than a few moments. The blood work revealed anemia, so we began treating her
with iron and vitamin B12 shots. The company that handles her lab work, Bios,
also provides at-home nursing care, so I got badly needed help in bathing her
in bed and getting other tests done. She continued to eat and drink, although
this was all more difficult, but we figured out what worked best (thank
goodness for children’s sippy cups). I bought a bedside commode so she could
be spared the indignity of giant adult diapers, which she kept trying to rip
off at night. As usual, patience and humor paid off and now she seems to have
turned the corner back to healing and health and I am finally breathing sighs
of relief.
What I have learned is that the unexpected setback, even the
most difficult one, is a kind of test to see how to manage stormy seas. Like
other challenges in life, it can be viewed as a learning opportunity and
provide a window into how to better manage the next curve ball life throws at
you. Watching the nurses, I learned a few tricks about moving my mother’s body
without hurting her, and found the strength needed to get through nights of sleeping
and waking not unlike what new parents go through as their babies try to adjust
to life outside the womb. I thought about the young people from my driving
school who also passed the road test and now were going to have to cope with
the wild west traffic of Rome (although having lived here they are probably
more used to it than I am). It takes a close call, or even a fender bender to
appreciate the importance of being extra cautious when driving in city traffic.
I know it seems strange, but I feel more ready to accept the
end of life when it is coming. My gratitude for the help in seeing my mother
through the unexpected setback gives me renewed joy in every precious moment we
get to share, no matter how hard.