It's cold and snowy today. I'm scheduled to meet with Dr. M. this morning, but I will need to postpone it until next week. It's nerve-wracking to drive when the roads are this bad. The plows and sanders are out, but with the rate of snowfall (which is scheduled to continue until tomorrow morning) and the very cold temperatures, the driving will be hazardous. Especially on the hilly terrain that is part of my route.
I recently updated Jim's progression of his dementia, which you can view here. The care home continues to be very responsive to Jim's needs. They have agreed to supply the gray pull-ups for him to wear. This white ones were never acceptable to Jim, and it was a source of anxiety and anger when it came time for him to change.
Jim's gait seems slower to me. When we walk the halls, he frequently will rest his hand on the railing along the side of the wall for a little extra support. There are a few new residents whom we are getting to know. Yesterday the manger of the unit put a stop sign on Jim's door. Apparently there is one resident who likes to open Jim's door when he is sleeping and proceeds to poke him, trying to wake him up. Manager is hoping the stop sign will deter this resident. I so appreciate their attention to detail, looking for solutions to prevent potential problems.
Since writing my last post, I've thought a lot about the difficulty Jim's brother has with communicating with Jim. As I read what I wrote, it now seems harsh to me. I appreciate the thoughtful responses to the post that helped me to be more sensitive to how difficult it can be for many people to interact with someone with dementia.
As mentioned before, our house is on the market. There have been a couple of showings, but no purchase offers yet. It's a rough time of year for moving real estate, but things always pick up in the spring.
As I wrote this morning in an email to my friend Jabberwalky "It's funny, but I'm definitely disengaging with our house. I kind of feel like I'm just a "holder" until someone else moves in. It's hard to be here, as everywhere I look, there are so many memories and reminders of what I no longer have - a home with my life partner."
Sad as it is, I think it is a healthy response and helps me to move on with my life as I need to, given the current reality of our situation.
I have a friend who lives in New Hampshire. She and I have been friends for many years and actually worked for the same agency in the 1970's. After she retired, she and her husband moved to NH. But we always kept in touch over the years at Christmas time with cards and notes. Last Christmas I shared with her about Jim's dementia. Imagine my surprise when I received some specialty fudge from Provincetown in the mail! She was reminiscing about a trip to Cape Cod we took together many, many years ago. Such a thoughtful way to reach out to me to let me know she cares.
Fellow blog writer Alice wrote a great post yesterday. The dementia journey is different for each of us, but the bond we share as caregivers is so important; it helps to know that we are not alone.
Thanks for stopping by. I so appreciate each one of you!