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I am a retired adult educator. My wife had a stroke in February 2014 and developed mixed dementia. I was her Care Partner until she passed in October 2025. This Blog has told the story of life as a Care Partner and now focuses on the aftermath of dementia.

Dementia: Seeking Person-Centred Respite

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One thing that Maureen craves is to have more time with her family.  When we went to Nottingham last week she was a different person in the company of her brother and sister. There were times when she functioned so well that it was difficult to believe that she had dementia.  It was lovely to see her with familiar faces visiting old haunts from her childhood.

Maureen forgot that we had been with her family almost as soon as we turned the key to enter our home in Cleethorpes.  A few days later she has little idea how long it is since we have seen her brother and sister.  However, when I remind her of the sites we saw in Nottingham the smile on her face is captivating.  The following video uses a bookcase analogy to explain that the emotional memory remains intact even when dementia marches relentlessly on.

We have no immediate family in Cleethorpes so I have plans to make it easier for us to get together.  On Sunday we will travel to the Buddhist Centre in Pocklington to catch up with one of Maureen’s sons on Mother’s Day.  In April we will create a rendezvous in Lincoln to meet up with her other son. I’m hoping that these arrangements will become regular events in a monthly cycle.  I also hope to set in motion regular respite for myself which will also create more family time.

Maureen has never had a positive experience of Care Home based respite: either being bruised and battered or escaping from ‘captivity’. She has also retained the memory that we have ‘tricked her’ into going into Residential Care.  From my point of view telling Love Lies is a daily coping strategy but blatant deceit about Respite Care is a step too far: it will not be repeated.  Therefore, home-based care is the only option at this point in time.

I’m hoping that we will shortly establish a regular pattern of long weekend breaks. Ideally, this will involve me leaving here after Girl Friday arrives and returning before Girl Monday departs. I’m hoping that carer support will be supplemented by family presence while I’m taking a monthly break: a person-centred- approach to preventing Carer Burnout.  If things go according to plan such arrangements for April and May will be in place prior to the Best Interest Meeting on the 6th of April when Maureen’s future care and accommodation will be discussed.

Dementia: From The Inside

My Support Worker from the Grimsby Branch of the Alzheimer’s Society sent me this video a few days ago:

As I return to posting on this Blog following my self-imposed Gardening Leave the video reminds me that dementia is frequently giving Maureen a torrid time.  Therefore, my role as her Care Partner is to attempt to minimise her distress.

Dementia: RIP Chuck Berry

This is a postcard from my spell on Gardening Leave – a tribute to a great musician:

Update: After checking this out with someone who knows I have just added a further song from Chuck.   We believe this was recorded at the Locarno in Coventry – my birthplace:

 

Dementia: On Gardening Leave

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I have decided to place myself on Gardening Leave from blogging for a while so that I can focus on some important matters.

Our decorator will be here shortly to begin to make subtle colour changes to make it easier for Maureen to find her way around the house.  Later in the morning, I’m scheduled to meet my Admiral Nurse where I want to review how we all aim to support Maureen as her dementia progresses.

With Spring firmly in the air, I also want to spend time in our garden planting seeds and tending my vegetable plot. Our builder is imminent to make our patio safer by replacing paving slabs with concrete.  Maureen loves to be out in the fresh air and there are one or two others things that need to be done so she can bask safely in this lovely sunshine in the comfort of our garden.  I’ll be back soon after a short while on gardening leave from blogging

Dementia: What A Bloomer!

I blew it last night to spoil a really positive start to our short- break in Nottingham. My Bloomer was quite simple: I went to bed and left Maureen listening to music with her brother in his kitchen. When I replay my action I just slipped away and went to bed without even saying goodnight. We all paid for my shortsighted behaviour, fueled by tiredness, later.

Maureen’s reaction to being encouraged to sleep in a strange bed with an old geezer was unsurprising. The old fellow with sleep in his eyes was not her husband, nothing and no one could persuade her otherwise. After a considerable disturbance with verbal abuse hurled in all directions she bedded down on a sofa in the safety of the lounge.

The old geezer managed to get her in bed beside him at half two after she emerged from the bathroom. Maureen bedded down beside her husband like a lamb and has slept fitfully since.

We are planning to see Maureen’s sister this morning. This will be a major distraction for us all: visiting someone who lives alone and has serious memory problems of her own. My guess would be that Maureen will be at her compassionate best this morning as she coaches her little sister on how to cope with her own memory issues!

Dementia: Cynophobia -Maureen’s Fear Of Dogs

Image result for Cynophobia PictureMaureen’s extreme fear of dogs (cynophobia) dominated yesterday afternoon.  It is the result of witnessing a dog bite her mother when she was a little girl and seeing blood flow from a leg wound. She is, therefore, uncomfortable with any dog near her and will cross the road to avoid them.

The dog issue emerged following a conversation with our next door neighbour who we chatted to following a short afternoon walk.  He informed us that a new dog was pending following the death of a previous pet. This conversation led to Maureen thinking that I was going to have a dog and is indicative of how easily she gets confused at the moment.

Once we were in our house, Maureen was convinced there was a dog in our lounge.  She was said their smell had permeated the house and our clothing.  Despite my reassurance to the contrary, this theme continued for some time with Maureen venting her negative feelings about canines. In fact, she said she was moving out because of dogs in the house.

There are no dogs where I’m hoping we will be around noon.  Dan the Man, our chauffeur, will be here this morning to take us to visit Maureen’s brother and his wife.  I have shifted my aspirations from the Buddhist Centre near York as I think Maureen will warm to some family time, rather than being in unknown surroundings.

It will be good to be back in Nottingham visiting old haunts that are familiar to Maureen.  I have a distant memory of being told as a teenager that was where there were lots of beautiful girls: I have been privileged to share my life with one for over a quarter of a century!

 

Dementia: Moderate To Severe?

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In my opinion, there is a need to review Maureen’s current presentation and her diagnosis of moderate to severe dementia. The last time any review took place was eight months ago. In the last few weeks, there have been significant changes in her presentation along with a further decline in her cognitive and functional ability.

I am meeting my Admiral Nurse on Thursday and will request an assessment by Occupational Therapy from the Memory Service.  They will be able to advise me on suitable adaptations for our home and how to continue to be a supportive Care Partner

One thing I am clear about is how Maureen thrived on Thursday during our ‘Away Day’ in Coventry.  She was in such good form in my brother’s Nursing Home that the audience grew as news of her dancing spread.  Dan the Man will be here again on Tuesday and we’ll be off again for another break from Cleethorpes.  The following week offers even better opportunities for taking ‘Maureen to the Mountain’ with an important 18th birthday party and Mother’s Day.

I don’t see any rush for the forthcoming Best Interest Meeting and I’m hoping that those who have to be wary of the Mental Capacity Act will have the grace to cut us a little further slack so we can add a little more normality into our lives.

Maureen is always keen for ‘Ginger’ to come to see us and I sincerely hope that in relation to the BIM our Key Worker is the only person who visits our home in the next two weeks!

 

Dementia: All The Way

Maureen’s self-image was under further attack yesterday when we visited a relative who has her own troubles at the moment.  Unfortunately, her aunt added further fuel to the fire by failing to pay much attention to how Maureen was feeling.  As we walked home I listened as Maureen told her tale of woe and drove a further nail in her coffin ‘that nobody loves her’.

On our homeward journey, Maureen returned to her her theme that visitors to our home are now few and far between.  Although she forgets when people have been, and understands that family members have busy lives, she has a point. The words of her late daughter are worth recalling here: she often said ‘I have a lot on my plate because I put a lot on my plate’.  Her plate was always full but she was our most regular visitor until her condition weakened her so much that she could no longer make it to Cleethorpes.  Maureen really misses her daughter knowing her action spoke louder than any words could ever do.  Celine and Frank have a few words to say on this front:

It has been another difficult night with Maureen lashing out on several fronts.  Theft has been a constant theme of her discourse with the initial focus being on me stealing her car and warnings about the consequences of taking it again.  At 2.30 this morning I was again the guilty party for failing to prevent thieves from stealing her clothes. It has been one of those occasions when Maureen has an unplayable hand and empathy – even a cup of tea – have made little difference.

It is not easy to be at your best when you are woken in the early hours to find Maureen in full flow; particularly when the changes in presentation are so dramatic that you can never predict what you are going to be up against. As I  tried to stem the tide at 2.30 I wondered where the compassionate woman had gone who a couple of hours earlier had been attending to my needs as if I was a young child who was feeling unwell.

I’m hoping that Dan the Man will help me to change things for the better on Tuesday.  He is booked and I’m hoping a day of peace, love, and tranquility at the Madhyamaka Buddhist Meditation Centre will have a lasting impact on us both.  If the going is really good we might even stay overnight.

Maureen found me in the garden early this morning digging a trench for this season’s kidney beans.  She called out: ‘granddad it is too cold for you to be out there’.  I didn’t mind her confusion as she always knew how much he cherished her and he was from a generation that was never too busy to see his family: he loved her all the way!

 

Dementia: Dan The Man To The Rescue

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There is little doubt that we have had a narrow escape from the traditional route that Care Partners consider when they are jaded: seeking Respite Care for their loved one.

We both feel rejuvenated from our trip to Coventry on Thursday.  Whenever we think of the smile we put on both my brother’s and mother’s face we know that we got that part of our journey right.  When I think of the route I might have taken to deal with my tiredness I shudder when I remember the result of that path for my brother.

Respite Care led to a disaster for my brother.  His wife was worn out and placed him in Respite Care.  He struggled with his new environment was eventually accused of assaulting a member of staff and was Sectioned and taken to a Mental Health Unit.   They detained him for six months as no Care Home felt able to cope with the resultant challenging behaviour.

My brother has never been a violent man.  Alzheimer’s has clearly changed him and he is now a shadow of his former self.  What on earth they medicated him with defies belief  He didn’t speak on Thursday: words are rare from this lovely gentle man.  He sat in his favourite chair smiling at us on Thursday  – perhaps we were a distant memory in his damaged brain.

My mum’s story is rather different she is in her Care Home by choice  When dad died she couldn’t cope with living alone.  She was adamant she wanted somewhere where there were no men.  Her Care Home is small former farm house where she is well cared for.  However, I often wonder if she has prematurely lost the ability to walk unaided as sitting looking at the centre of the room seems to be her main activity.

When I was jaded earlier in the week I explored Respite Care for Maureen.  I’m so pleased that she declined my attempt to have a break from my role as her Care Partner.  What a mistake that would have been: we would have missed out on bringing such joy to my mother and brother.  I feel rejuvenated that we have found a better way forward: we will remain on this journey together as we vowed when we married.

We’ll be on our travels again next week.  Airport Travel is an excellent local company and they are very attentive to our needs.  I have a couple of ideas where ‘Dan the Man’ could take us to next week: I’ll just have to see where Maureen fancies going on the day!

 

Dementia: A Good Result

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Maureen was in great form throughout our trip to Coventry yesterday.  She was at her compassionate best as we entertained both my brother and mother.

My brother and mother may not have known who we were but it was obvious they enjoyed our company.  It is such a shame that safeguarding prevents me from sharing the joy on my brothers face as we danced holding his hand as he sat in his favourite spot in the residents dining room.  Mum is certainly keeping my big brother and me safe 70 years ago in the photograph.  She was lifted so much by our antics yesterday that one staff member suggested a regular booking: hearing her sing along to Nat King Cole; fluttering her eyes to Unforgettable was heartening.

Yesterday gave me a stark reminder of Maureen’s basic needs if she ever goes into  Respite: just what my mum enjoys a Women Only  Care Home.  One thing my mum and Maureen have in common is they are both frightened of men.

On our homeward journey were both very tired but pleased with what we had achieved during our visit to Coventry.  We had even managed a late lunch with our granddaughter and her dad.

I’m not sure we will attempt a day trip again as an overnight stay would have given us an opportunity to catch up with more relatives.  That is a minor lesson from yesterday compared to reminding myself of Maureen’s fear of men!