I Still Do

February 13, 2010

Survival Strategies

I’ve been asked many times how I’ve coped with caring for Ed during the past 12 years.  There’s no one answer that fits all (just as there’s no one size that fits all), but over the next couple of weeks I’ll share some strategies that have helped me.     I won’t address them in any particular order—at different moments and during different disease stages, they vary in their value.  Please let me know which issues concern you, and I’ll be happy to try to address them.

There are some survival strategies that I’ve learned—or relearned—that improve my communications with everyone in my life.  For example, don’t take the behavior personally.  You know that silverware that your mother put in her closet?  She didn’t put it there to drive you crazy.   And when Ed’s wallet disappeared for two weeks before turning up in a rarely-worn shoe, he didn’t put it there because he likes to watch me tear the house apart.  And when your wife decided to stay in her bathrobe and you missed your doctor’s appointment, it wasn’t about you.  Sure, the frustrating behavior is being done by them and it’s affecting you—but the AD patient is trying to deal with their topsy-turvy world as best they can.  Their behavior makes sense to them at the time.  So don’t take it personally.

Learning to relax in the face of confounding behaviors I can’t control is a healthy way for me to live—whether I’m dealing with someone with AD or with the security lines at the airports.  It’s not personal, it’s not personal, it’s not personal …

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February 6, 2010

Unintended Irony at Disneyland

I just returned from Anaheim, California where I gave the keynote address at the Alzheimer’s Association Memory Walk Awards and Recognition Dinner.  It was a great event, with energetic and inspirational people who care very much about increasing awareness of AD and creating change.  But I found an unintended irony in the setting for the event—Disneyland.

Walt Disney’s world is a fantasy, of course.  A very clean, polite, stage-managed fantasy.  No trash, no dying flowers, no peeling paint, no unhappy employees  cast members.   In this hyper-controlled environment, we were talking about a disease that is currently beyond our control.  We were discussing a disease that’s messy, that causes decay, that runs amuck.  Even though I want to see a world without Alzheimer’s, I don’t want  a world without the unexpected or  unanticipated.  Life with disease and death is tough—but there are also riches and growth and precious moments that arrive when they’re least expected and unplanned.  There can be pain—but also beauty—in our human vulnerabilities and fragilities.   And  a flower can be glorious even when it’s faded.

So, in an odd way, I was glad that it was literally raining on our parade and on the hall in which the dinner was held.   And when I looked out

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 the resort window, I was perversely pleased to see the palm trees moving in the wind and rain and almost obscuring the large billboards that proclaimed “Fun in the Sun for Everyone” and “Just another day in Paradise.”  There are some things even Disney can’t control.

February 3, 2010

Grandchildren, AD and sfmoma

I just returned from trips to San Francisco and New Orleans, where I spoke to 2000 health care professionals.  The people to whom I spoke were engaged and energetic and really interested in talking about what it’s like to live with AD.  I was particularly touched by grown grandchildren who had experienced the gradual loss of a grandparent to the disease, and who often watched their parents take on the role of caregiver.  I know how special a grandparent-grandchild relationship can be and I think the pain AD brings to a grandchild is often overlooked.  I think the grandchildren to whom I spoke were glad to be able to talk about their grandparents and Alzheimer’s.  My grandson chose to write about Alzheimer’s for a class project—I know he and my granddaughter understand things about the fragility of life that other children their age might not.

On another note: when speaking before groups, I often don’t see more of a city than an airport, hotel room and venue (Convention Center in New Orleans.)  When in San Francisco, though, I did have the opportunity to spend a few lovely hours in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art—which was, not coincidentally, right near my hotel.  I often head first to the photography exhibitions—and this time was no exception.  But I was also struck by the design of the museum.  I’m attaching some of my photographs from sfmoma; if you’re in San Francisco, try to find time to make a visit.  I think you’ll enjoy it.

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June 10, 2009

Conversation for Alzheimer’s Caregivers

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — Judith Fox @ 2:34 pm

We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — ”Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.”

—John Steinbeck.


My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease eleven years ago—the stigma and misinformation surrounding Alzheimer’s weighed us down as  we began learning to live with it.   We were helped by talking with others who were traveling with us on this journey none of us ever wanted to take.   We benefited from each other’s stories and we were warmed by our connections.  

One of the reasons I created the book I Still Do … Loving and Living With Alzheimer’s, was to contribute to the discussion we—as individuals and as a society—must have in order to clear the clouds of fear and whispers surrounding this disease. I am telling my story so that someone else will be more comfortable telling their own.

I’d like to ask you to expand the conversation surrounding Alzheimer’s by telling your story here.  I believe that everyone who chooses to be a caregiver is made of special stuff, and I’m interested in knowing who you are, why you chose to take on such a challenging role and how it’s changing your life.  It’s a story only you can tell.  

Ultimately, this site is yours and you will decide what you want from it.   But—for my part—I’d like this to be a place where stories are shared.

 

This is the story behind the creation of my book I Still Do: 

My life was upended in 1998 when my husband, Ed, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. We had been married for three years. I was recently widowed and he was divorced when I fell in love with this accomplished man who ate the right foods, exercised and completed his crossword puzzles in ink. There was no history of the disease in Ed’s family, but Alzheimer’s doesn’t play favorites and it doesn’t play fair.

The future, as we had planned it, wasn’t going to happen.

For a couple of years after receiving Ed’s diagnosis, we evaded reality and denied growing evidence of the illness. It was true that Ed had trouble with his memory. He didn’t track conversations the way he used to and he was sometimes uncharacteristically irritable. At the same time, he also avidly read his medical journals, became an active partner in a start-up business, and played tournament golf—amazingly sinking his third and fourth holes-in-one.

 Searching for answers, I bought a stack of books on Alzheimer’s. It took me two years to open the first one.

 During this period, I was actively involved in making, exhibiting and selling fine art photographs. I focused my eyes and my camera on strangers and, occasionally, took superficial snapshots of the man I love. I’ve always seen things more clearly through my camera lens, and I wasn’t ready to confront—to literally zoom in on—what was happening to Ed.

 Eventually, the dancing and the denial stopped. I began making photographs of my husband, my friend, my lover, and muse. I photograph Ed to remember him, to celebrate him and to keep him close as he’s leaving.

Ed’s support, encouragement, and partnership as we worked together on what started as a photography project and ended as a book,  resulted in a great gift to me—personally and professionally—but I ache because we can no longer share the results of this special collaboration.  Ed’s Alzheimer’s has progressed to the point where he has severe visual agnosia and his brain no longer makes sense of what his eyes see.   Photographs and written words hold no meaning for him.  And he’s forgotten that we created a book—together.

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