Alzheimer’s Medication Problems

Recent events have caused me to believe some medications are creating more harm than benefit for Victoria. The issue is identifying what may be Alzheimer’s medication problems, or the effects of the disease itself. After missing a couple daily medications, and using a prescribed sleep aid, I have observed a woman who has become less respondent, less able to communicate, and deeply withdrawn.

Frontotemporal Lobe Dementia

Call it Frontotemporal Lobe Dementia, simply Frontotemporal Dementia, FTD, or Pick’s disease, the long term effects caused by the diminishing frontal lobe of the brain are often subtle. In fact it took about ten years for us to get a proper diagnosis for Victoria.

I’ve watched Victoria go from a very strong, compassionate, and competent woman who balanced a nursing career, motherhood, marriage, friendship, and faith to her current totally dependent shell of who she had been. Tear. One of the early symptoms attributed to FTD is the inability to hold a job and in the later part of the nineteen nineties Victoria started moving job to job. Where upon Victoria had never had problems in the past, she was now experiencing workplace conflicts. Then, one day without any signs of distress Victoria collapsed on the floor crying non-stop. A trip to the hospital and Victoria was put on Paxil for depression.

Depression was, I now believe, the first misdiagnosis. I believe the effects from the diminishing frontal lobe caused the frequent pattern of job changes and a misdiagnosis of depression instead of Pick’s disease. This was approximately 1999; and we didn’t get a definitive diagnosis of FTD until 2009.

Hidden Symptoms

The prescription Paxil seemed to control Victoria’s “depression.” When crying symptoms increased, doctors doubled the Paxil. Note that there were never any Radiology or Laboratory testings given to find other causes of Victoria’s condition. Not one primary care physician sought to look for other causes until Victoria’s compulsive behaviors, traffic accidents, continued job problems, and obvious memory issues were so acute we desperately sought help. Granted, my honey is very intelligent and provided appropriate responses to orientation questions. Still, it’s as if hidden symptoms prevented doctors from thinking, from exploring real underlying factors.

Brain Routes

With the diminishing frontal lobe we have experienced changes of behavior, compulsiveness, memory loss or inaccessibility, incontinence, and more. Obviously the brain routes have been effected. What is amazing is there are times when Victoria can communicate, find words, coherently compile complex sentences, and otherwise appear normal. This occurs when Victoria is nearly asleep; when brain routes involving the subconscious are active and can tap areas of the brain the frontal lobe cannot. When treating Victoria with a sleep aid, it appeared there were a few occasions when she again clearly articulated her needs. I’m suspecting the sleep aid brought Victoria into a twilight type sleep and before she actually did sleep, talked.

Medication Change

Unfortunately, the sleep aid was too much most of the time; leaving Victoria like a vegetable. So I wondered, since information is still in the brain, wouldn’t it be nice if we could reroute the brain paths much like siezure patients relearn after having their brain spheres split? I mused about this with my personal physician and after brainstorming I began to suspect that both the Paxil and the sleep aid may be impeding what remains of Victoria’s reasoning and communications. Is it time for a medication change. Like I mentioned earlier, after forgetting medications on a couple days I saw a more communicative Victoria. Yesterday I discussed this with Victoria’s doctor. She found merit in my observations and agreed to reduce and eliminate the Paxil on the premise that it may be the wrong drug for an initially errant diagnosis. Further, my naturopathic physician had read about the sleep aid Ambien having positive results for Alzheimer’s patients. Discussing this with Victoria’s physician we decided it was worth a try.

The experiment has begun. I started Victoria’s first dose of a smaller dose of Paxil. Nothing is one hundred percent, but I’m sure there have been Alzheimer’s medication problems with Victoria’s care. With the differences of Frontotemporal Lobe Dementia we are proactively attempted to improve Victoria’s lot with medication changes; Ambien hoping to capitalize on Alzheimer’s benefits, and a Paxil reduction believing this drug my be causing more problems than allegedly fixing depression. And before anyone gets anxious of our plan, I will watch to make sure Victoria doesn’t show symptoms of depression, or react to the Ambien by wandering, cooking, etc. I know the trouble things to watch. I am hopeful Victoria will benefit from this and have a better quality of life.

Durable Medical Equipment

I’m slow to catch on sometimes. Perhaps the daily proximity with Victoria dulls my senses as to her developing needs. So let’s look at what I see as pending issues.

Dementia By Any Other Name Is Still Dementia

I don’t care if it’s called Alzheimer’s Disease, Frontotemporal Dementia, Early Onset Senility, or just forgetfulness, dementia as a lingering and progressive condition is devastating to the patient, families, and friends. Caring for the patient takes constant attention. Some things are more obvious than others but hopefully patients don’t become anymore frustrated than necessary.

Weight Loss

Victoria was compulsively eating throughout the day. Her weight kept climbing at every doctor’s visit. Yet I was only feeding her three times daily plus snacks. She was raiding the cupboards and refrigerator. I finally put padlocks on cabinets and the refrigerator. The weight loss was phenomenal. Such weight loss, almost seventy five pounds, caught the eye of Victoria’s primary care provider. I actually had to reassure the PCP that Victoria was getting enough nutrition. When the nurse told Victoria her weight during our last visit, the smile and comment about her achieving her wedding day weight was very rewarding. I love seeing Victoria smile. Sorry about the digression from durable Medical Equipment, but the point here was how the disease can spread and one might not see what’s happened. I really didn’t know Victoria had lost weight.

Fear of Falling

Little did I realize that Victoria was afraid of falling. She certainly couldn’t tell me since words fail her. But gee, I should have had a V-8. Victoria has fallen multiple times, I’ve noticed she’s had difficulty getting on and off her rocker. The sign I attributed to simply a compulsion which I had overlooked until reading an article from the Alzheimer’s site, http://www.alz.org, which mentioned a fear of falling and toilet use. Victoria stubbornly refuses to sit on the toilet, apparently preferring to squat, making a terrible mess of the bathroom and herself. Now with this understanding and the newly acquired knowledge, I realize I should have spotted this earlier. Now I need to examine how to place durable medical equipment within the home to assist Victoria.

First piece of equipment is a raised toilet seat with side handles which will help Victoria sit and get up. Hopefully this will prevent some accidents and allow my wife greater comfort.

The second piece of equipment I’ll need to find is a “lift chair,” which uses an electric motor hydraulic system to lower and raise people into and out of the chair.

Viewing online offerings for DME, I observed that these business also sold Depends absorbent underwear. This brought up to mind that perhaps Victoria’s health care plan might help pay a portion of these items since she is disabled. Certainly I’m calling someone after the weekend. If this is the case, it would help our money management considerably.

Caregiver Rest

Yes, the caregivers need rest. I once thought myself invulnerable. Even years ago when I was felled with rheumatoid arthritis did I question that belief. Not seriously though. I can do it all. Then my medications led to another problem, I was hospitalized by and diagnosed with pulmonary emboli, blood clots in the lungs. I laughed all through this. It frightened my daughters. It should have frightened me. I am not invulnerable. I do break, and break down. I need a rest. The caregiver, the husband, needs a rest.

Alzheimer’s Care: Time For a Break

My son and I planned a fishing trip on the Columbia River hoping to return home with some salmon. This fishing charter is about a twelve hour round trip event away from home. My concern is for my wife who has Frontotemporal Dementia. A couple hours on her own is all I can trust. There are too many things she can get into if left to her own devices.

Substitute Care

Originally the fishing trip was scheduled for early August, however our chartered fishing guide cancelled on us. That’s a story for a different blog site. Our resolve was to fish; soon we found another guide willing to take us on the Columbia River on September 4th. The person we had originally scheduled to provide substitute care for Victoria had other plans for this date. Since she couldn’t make it I asked my eldest daughter to sit with her mom. Megan agreed to the date and prior to our leaving was given instructions regarding personal hygiene, medications, meals, and expected compulsive behaviors to be encountered. Note: we planned for substitute care to provide the services I do when I’m home. Getting away for a rest requires planning to assure substitute care is adequately provided.

Itinerary Left

Part of our planning was an itinerary that included the name of the skipper, our starting point, estimated time on the water, and expected time home. I also left phone numbers of the Clatsop County Sheriffs Office and the US Coast Guard.

Caregiver Rest Achieved

Approximately twelve hours had passed when we returned home. The weather was warm with a slight breeze, the water relatively flat, the companionship relaxing, the fishing exciting, fun, and fulfilling. My son and returned with pictures and our limit of four salmon. I didn’t worry about Victoria because I knew she was in good hands. The time away was necessary for me. I returned tired, happy, and refreshed. As the primary caregiver, rest had been achieved. The rest is not like that achieved when napping, no it’s a refreshing of my spirit and body. So much tension was relieved in a very short time.

Caregiver Rest Conclusion

The care of loved ones is more than an act of love, it’s demanding, stressful, frustrating, rewarding, aggravating, compassionate, loving, supporting, and so much more. Caregivers, especially spousal or other family members, living this responsibility twenty four hours a day need rest to prevent burning out. I got my rest with a fishing trip. I’m sure other activities will suffice and highly recommend that fellow caregivers make the decision to rest. Thank you Megan for sitting in.

Alzheimer’s Moments

Through so much with this. It isn’t fair. A severe form of Alzheimer’s Disease is FTD.

My wife Victoria suffers Frontotemporal Dementia. Most blogging about her activities is done at http://www.copingwithfrontotemporaldementia.com .

Care Requirement

Victoria is dependent upon me for her personal hygiene, healthy feeding, dress, medicating, appointments, entertainment, housekeeping, laundry, and life. Visiting the above site will provide perspective into Victoria’s condition.

Blog Topics of Interest

  • Wait, wait, Wait! Chew and Swallow; One Bite…
  • Compulsive Focus
  • Exelon Patch
  • Balls to the walls boys!
  • Very Bad Week
  • Zoo Trip
  • A World Apart
  • Choking is a Problem
  • Time to Walk
  • Hemmorrhoid Cream and Heating Pad
  • Escalating Expenses
  • Purpose
  • where’s my purse, my phone?
  • Howl’s Moving Castle
  • What to do…
  • Uncharacteristic Morning
  • In a Separate Place
  • And So The Lock
  • Dining Out

It seems a piece of me dies every day as Victoria’s condition deteriorates. Thank God for our children’s support which rejuvenates me daily.

Alzheimer’s Support Group

I believe there is an Alzheimer’s support group meeting locally on the fourth Thursday of each month. If I can remember, I plan on attending. Attending that is if I feel confident leaving Victoria for that period of time.

I recall when I was seventeen and speaking with a neighbor who was caring for his terminally ill wife. He was always calm, kind, and soft spoken. His wife had her lower jaw removed because of cancer, yet he faithfully cared for her. His strength encourages me to this day. I wish I had half his strength. At least the strength he exhibited.

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Disease: Frontotemporal Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease
Topics: Compulsive behaviors, eating disorders, personal hygiene
Audience: understanding, coping, caregivers, family, friends

Communication Frustration

It was a good day for the most part for Victoria. Yes she still did all the compulsive behaviors she’s adopted, and yes she distracted herself with a computer game and television. The pronounced frustration became evident when Victoria tried speaking. She pointed, stammered, paused, stumbled with word alternatives all the while trying to find easy words to describe what she wanted.

This was a reminder that Frontotemporal Dementia attacks the patient’s ability to put words to objects or actions. You can see the frustration, you can feel the frustration.

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Disease: Frontotemporal Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease
Topics: Compulsive behaviors, eating disorders, personal hygiene
Audience: understanding, coping, caregivers, family, friends

Sleep Mismanagement

Not withstanding all the problems that have to be managed while working with someone who suffers dementia and its various side effects, there are the issues that surround our own lives that are intrinsically tied to this care. Daily I help Victoria with her care, dress, meals, laundry, medications, appointments, and activities. In that daily regime I try to manage my own affairs.

Today I had placed a call with my own physician’s office as I had problems that needed to be assessed. I was light headed and suffering a migraine headache. I decided to take a nap. As soon as I laid down, Victoria put on her coat, glasses, and gloves planning to go out on her own and purchase hair dye. I was up like a shot getting her coat off and explaining that her purse with money was hidden; therefore there was no reason to go out. I tried resting again only to have my doctor’s office call urging me to come in immediately.

I prepared Victoria to stay home by reminding her not to go out, informing her about what she could eat for lunch, and giving her an approximate time when I’d be home from the physician’s office. There is some worry that Victoria would still get out, thus elevating my blood pressure.

Upon my return two hours later, I still needed a nap to try and cure the headache. Sleep was interrupted several times as Victoria slammed doors using the bathroom no less than six times. After an hour and a half, having gained some relief, I gave up on sleep.

As the title implies, sleep attempts when trying to care for your ill family member are a matter of mismanagement. After all, there is no control, only reaction.

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Disease: Frontotemporal Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease
Topics: Compulsive behaviors, eating disorders, personal hygiene
Audience: understanding, coping, caregivers, family, friends

Personal Business Worry

Today, everything was proceeding as normal as any day can. Victoria took her medications, did her laundry, completed her bible study, ate, and enjoyed her television. Not a bad day at all.

Then the time arrived when I needed to leave for my own doctor’s appointment and Victoria quickly asked, “Where’s my purse?” A flush of panic struck me. Victoria was planning on going out to purchase something she saw advertised on television. I took ten minutes to explain that the purse was safely hidden away and would be available when “I” took her out to the store. I then asserted that Victoria needed to stay home and not try to go out, stating I would be back in a couple hours. I reluctantly left for my appointment worried that Victoria my get out and become lost.

At the doctor’s office, my blood pressure was higher than it should have been. This could be caused by my severe back pain, but I’m thinking it was the stress of worry. Fortunately when I returned home Victoria was involved watching the local news program.

I’ve had Victoria get out on her own before and our apartment management has a work order to change our dead bolt lock to a double cylinder. It’t concerning enough that she needs to be locked in for her own protection.

I’m sure family and caregivers all suffer angst when they have to leave anyone with dementia without supervision. I don’t like it and I’ve started inquiries with hopes of finding a solution. If it ever comes to fruit, I’ll share that knowledge and hopefully provide some peace whenever we do have to leave our patients.

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Disease: Frontotemporal Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease
Topics: Compulsive behaviors, eating disorders, personal hygiene
Audience: understanding, coping, caregivers, family, friends

I have to…

A very frustrating aspect of a loved one who adopts compulsive behaviors is the constant exposure day in, and day out.

“I have to,” push my way into the kitchen as soon as someone is in there, use the bathroom after every sip of beverage, pull sleeves over my hands, wear a heavy hooded wool coat, sunglasses, gloves, and boots whenever I go outside, wear a paper towel bib whenever I feel it’s time to eat, repeat phrases of my children, apply hemorrhoid cream multiple times a day, wrap copious amounts of toilet paper around my hand for every visit to the toilet, put a very small load of cold water wash in the washer, wear a hair band whether needed or not, and more.

Caregiver Reprieve

Caring for a loved one day in, and day out imparts an emotional and physical toll on the spouse/caregiver. Anyone who lives with dementia patients both helping and coping themselves know what I mean. What do we do to keep from losing it ourselves? Hopefully there are people around who care, who provide relief in some manner, who help us keep our perspective and not go crazy.

In my case I’ve found support through our church’s womens bible study group who give Victoria a rich fellowship experience weekly. These wonderful women also offer me respite at this time as I can relax for three hours; additionally they give me encouragement. This has helped me tremendously.

A good neighbor has taken me fishing and hunting which gets me away long enough to refresh myself.

On Wednesday, a friend I hadn’t seen since 2009 from a previous work place invited me over for dinner. He, his friend who was visiting from Tillamook, and I shared a fine meal and conversation. This four hour outing was very relaxing.

I have further blessing in that my adult children support us both and try to help keep me grounded.

Finally, our health care providers have surprisingly given us professional support, encouragement, and referrals that have proven helpful.

It’s my opinion that that we caregivers have to find some “me” time so that we don’t crumble and become part of the problem. It’s tough, but even a few hours a week can save our sanity.

I’m Invisible This Morning

I managed to get my wife to her bible study and will now have a few hours to myself. However getting to this point was a small trial this morning.

Victoria compulsively sets her alarm for 7:41 AM every morning. Sometimes I can convince her to sleep a while longer, but it wasn’t necessary today. We needed to leave at 8:30 AM. After waking, she dressed, used the restroom half a dozen times (typical repetitive behavior), had a beverage that caused the restroom trips with each “sip,” and she sat down in her rocker apparently oblivious to the date, our plans, and my presence.

Every time I spoke to my wife, the only two responses I received were ignorance as if I wasn’t there, or a glance my way that looked right through me. For all intent I was invisible. While this exhibition of apathy is a symptom of Frontotemporal Dementia, and occurs much of the time, it was inconvenient this morning. As the departure time approached I had started preparing for the eventuality of that Victoria would miss her time out.

Fortunately for the both of us, at departure time when I asked Victoria to put on her coat, she responded enough for the outing. During the drive I still remained invisible for most of the drive. The good ladies at the bible study will call me if they can’t manage Victoria, so I comfortably left her in their caring hands.

Now I’m going to sit and relax for the next two hours and try to clear my mind. Clear my mind.

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