Advances quell suffering for Alzheimer’s patients and caregivers

I’m grateful to write a weekly column for Alzheimer’s News Today. It’s true what they say about writing: It’s cathartic. But I can’t lie. Writing about the events surrounding my mother’s Alzheimer’s disease and our family’s experience with it can be painful.

At times, my writing takes me somewhere I’d prefer not to visit, and such is the case as I pen this particular column. But I’m hopeful that if you’re having a similar experience, you’ll find encouragement here. Perhaps you’ll navigate a similar situation more eloquently by following my family’s history. Maybe something I experienced as a caregiving daughter will help you today. That’s always my prayer and desire.

In addition, my mother was the type of woman, mother, grandmother, and friend who’d be delighted if a reader could gather something positive from her suffering, which brings me to this week’s topic.

Alzheimer’s disease is tough enough

Living with Alzheimer’s isn’t easy for caregivers and certainly not for the person bearing the mind-altering illness. I suppose that for my family and our mother, however, it was as easy as it gets.

In the early stages, the disease was barely noticeable to anyone outside the family. My mother continued her life as she always had. Her husband and we children kept watch from a distance, ready to intervene in case of a misstep, but for the most part, she maintained and enjoyed life.

There were, of course, changes, but they were slight; she began to lose interest in activities she’d always appreciated, for instance. But she was still present.

Losing ground

As Alzheimer’s goose-stepped further, my mother began to lose ground. That made the middle stages challenging, but we were grateful: She was still mostly there. She was always kind, never combative, and remembered her children and grandchildren. She could still attend church, special occasions around the dining room table, and her grandkids’ various sporting events. She couldn’t keep track of the goals, baskets, or scores, but she was there, cheering them on and clapping her hands over her head, which was her signature applause.

Most significantly, in the middle stages of Alzheimer’s disease, Mom could still travel to her doctor appointments. She could walk to the car and climb in the front seat, where my sister or I would help with her seat belt, and we’d be off. She could walk into the office, sit, and kindly (if impatiently) wait her turn. (Alzheimer’s robbed her of time and space. Minutes seemed like hours.)

Through the early and middle stages of the disease, as traveling became more complicated, this routine continued. That meant help was always accessible. My mother could find assistance as long as she could physically make her appointments.

In the late stages, my sister and I could work together to take my mother to the doctor. But in the last week of her life, when she especially needed to be seen, accessibility and assistance ended abruptly.

Last days

For a long while, my mother’s diabetes was under control; then, suddenly, it wasn’t. She wasn’t insulin-dependent, though she took a prescription medication for the condition. But somehow, without explanation, her blood sugar soared the week before her passing. We couldn’t get it down and keep it down, but what’s worse, neither could we gain the attention of my mom’s doctor.

It had become physically impossible to take her to the doctor’s office. We would’ve been satisfied with a phone consultation, but couldn’t even get a callback.

We tried in vain to find a doctor who’d make house calls. Remember, this crisis happened before COVID-19 and the introduction of telehealth appointments.

We learned that hospice doctors would visit if she were enrolled in such a program, so we enrolled her. The organization we used is excellent, but we didn’t know that its hospice doctors would only assess the patient for the disease for which they were enrolled. That was Alzheimer’s, not diabetes. Help for that was available to my mother until she was incapacitated and couldn’t walk into a doctor’s office. She thus suffered needlessly.

But that was then.

Better days

Hospice was a godsend, but our experience beforehand was excruciating. Imagine the frustration of needing answers and having messages ignored. To this day, I’m unsure what was happening on the other side of the phone.

Thankfully, things are different today. COVID-19 introduced telehealth. Through it, most patients have access to physicians and healthcare agencies. Doctors can access health information and even prescribe medications online. Further, visiting nurse house calls are more common, and they can draw blood and deliver it to a lab for analysis.

Such progress lessens the chance of my mother’s experience multiplying. I hope so. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

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