Sleep well, Lizzie

 My first published book was Dancing With Dementia: Recognizing and Coping with the Early Stages of Dementia.

The star of the book is Lizzie. I used an alternate name for Mom to protect her privacy but the stories in the book are all real.

Lizzie was a firecracker - from her early days growing up in Aberdeen throughout WWII to her time in a local nursing home where she was often the highlight of the day for many people.

Dementia is a cruel and nasty disease. The last few weeks have been difficult for Lizzie as she mostly lost contact with the world around her. She was put into palliative care and fell into a peaceful sleep. She passed away Monday morning without experiencing any pain.

Lizzie was known for her sense of humour, her adventurous spirit, her oh-so-colourful language, and her big heart. We will miss her sass, her spunk, and her stories.

Sleep well, Lizzie. Sleep well.

Beauty and the Piano

 For the first time in 2-1/2 years, I was able to take Lizzie to the piano room!

So much has changed in Lizzie's world since the beginning of the pandemic and I wasn't sure how she would react. We'd taken Lizzie on several walks during safe times, so she'd left her unit with us and had been on the elevator.

I was thrilled to see the piano room was empty when we arrived. I was able to wheel Lizzie right up to the piano so she could sit beside me.

She hadn't said a word since we'd left the unit. This isn't unusual as Lizzie has become a lot less verbal over the past couple of years.

When I asked her if she would like to hear me play a song, she nodded and smiled. A huge smile. She remembered!

Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay 

I always play the same song to begin (Send In The Clowns). It's the one I know the best and it's always been one of Lizzie's favourites. She tapped her hands in time to the song and was still smiling when I finished.

I played for maybe 20 minutes and Lizzie grinned the entire time. When I played Beauty and the Beast, she even got misty-eyed.

Her eyes were drooping (nap time!) when we left, but she kept humming the tune for Beauty and the Beast as we headed back to her unit. And she remembered the title to tell the staff members when we returned.

It's so nice to have a piece of normal back!

How about you? Any pieces of normal coming back in your world?

The Christmas Doll

We bought Lizzie a doll for Christmas. This is a doll created to be as lifelike as possible for people living with dementia.

The doll was expensive (about $200 including shipping and handling) but she's been worth every single penny.

Lizzie has always been vivacious and fun. She lives with a twinkle in her eye and a sarcastic comment waiting for just the right moment to appear.

Despite living with dementia and losing so much of herself to this horrid disease, we still see many moments of Lizzie.

The doll has brought even more of these.

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Lizzie loves "the baby".

She holds her carefully, talks sweetly to her, tickles her chin, taps her nose, and kisses her forehead.

Lizzie also sings and talks with the baby.

Because of the pandemic, there are times Lizzie is alone at her nursing home. Now with the baby, she is never alone. She has a companion who is willing to take all the love Lizzie has to give.

Lizzie is so proud of her baby.

• She's growing so quickly! 
• She said her first words the other day! 
• She's learning to sing! 
• She's such a sweet baby! 
• She never cries!
• She loves this song!

At times, Lizzie mentions that the baby is a doll, but most of the time, she treats her as a baby. And she loves her.

If you've considered a doll for your Loved One, all I can say is the baby has been one of our best purchases ever!

There are also stuffed animals (some are robotic) that are created for the same purpose.

How about you? Anyone else find a doll to be a great purchase? Or a lifelike stuffed animal? Any other success stories from gifts?

Recognizing Through Music

The pandemic continues to be a struggle around the world. In our area, the numbers are higher than they've ever been.

We're so lucky that Lizzie's nursing home has always been diligent about taking precautions. Even that hasn't stopped COVID cases from creeping into the home. Visiting has been limited to essential caregivers and they wear full PPE while in the home.

Lizzie continues to recognize us most of the time, despite the PPE. I've learned to greet her with Name (hers & mine), Connection, Purpose.

Hi Mom. It's your daughter Jemi. I'm here for a visit.

This seems to alleviate some of the stress she feels at the change in her routine or the surprise at my appearance.

If she doesn't react to my presence (or reacts negatively), I'll repeat it.

If that doesn't help her realize who I am, I try music - it's a safe spot for mom.

I'm here to have a sing with you!

(Photo by Ben White on Unsplash)

The song that she currently loves the most is Good Morning (from Singing In The Rain).

It almost always makes her smile. And when I get to the part, "...good morning, good morning to you!"

Mom joins in with "And you!"

Then we repeat the phrase, alternating back and forth with silly inflections.  

This always has her smiling!

She may not know I'm Jemi.

She may not know I'm her daughter.

But she knows she likes to sing with me!

How about you? Any tricks to jogging memories or connections with your Loved One (especially when we're wearing all the PPE!)?

Star Trek To The Rescue

 I'm a huge Star Trek fan. Lizzie is not. If you're not, bear with me. I think it's worth it.

If you're a fan, you may remember the TNG episode entitled Darmok. Picard met an alien who only spoke in analogies, imagery, and metaphors. Temba, his arms wide (welcome, offering, sharing). Darmok, on the ocean (alone). Shaka, when the walls fell (failure).

In these examples, the first word is a proper noun indicating a person or place. The rest of the phrase indicates what happened.

If you don't know what happened when the walls fell, you might wonder if it was a good or bad thing. Same with being on the ocean. And all the other phrases

Throughout the episode, the people struggle to learn a new form of communication. It's an intriguing ending where both races learn to communicate using some of the other race's styles and words. It's a lesson in open-mindedness and determination. When we learn the alien has set up the entire dangerous scenario in order to force the races to understand each other, it becomes more poignant, as he doesn't survive the threat. But he's content at the moment before death as Picard is now able to communicate with him. His belief in the power of and the need for communication is inspiring.

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Sometimes Lizzie speaks in analogies or metaphors as well. She's not always able to find the words she needs, but her brain finds another way to express itself.

"Some people might think that was dry." Lizzie wants a drink.

"You're so pretty/smart." Lizzie needs to hear a compliment on how pretty or smart she is. These attributes have always been important to Lizzie. Dementia is making her insecure and we look for ways to boost her confidence.

"You're f***ing stupid." Either we're not understanding or doing what Lizzie wants, or she isn't able to communicate her needs. For this one, I usually bat my eyes, smile, and say, "Such charming language," in a syrupy-sweet tone. Lizzie catches the sarcasm and giggles. This helps break the tension and we can start in again trying to decipher her needs.

"My bum hurts."  Lizzie has been incontinent for a while. This often means she needs to use the bathroom. It also might mean she's been stuck in a position too long.

"It's so quiet." Lizzie wants to sing or hear music.

"It's too loud." "Shut up." "Stop making all that racket." Lizzie is tired and wants to sleep.

"She's ugly/You're ugly." Someone is asking Lizzie to do something she doesn't want to do. She's upset about being asked to do it (brush her teeth, get out of bed, come to the dining room...)

Learning to communicate effectively with Lizzie is an ongoing challenge. It's well worth the effort to listen to not only the words, but the need behind them.

I hope some of this helps. Until next time, Jemi, arms wide open.

How about you? Does your Loved One speak around what they want or need as well? Do you struggle to interpret?

A Good Day

Dementia has settled into Lizzie's brain and is attacking with a vengeance.

But, Lizzie remains Lizzie in some of the best ways. We're sad and grateful and a whole host of other emotions you're probably very familiar with.

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Today, when I arrived at Lizzie's nursing home, she spotted me as soon as I walked onto the unit. The room was crowded because they were all gathering for lunch. I was wearing a mask. Sometimes all of that visual "noise" makes it difficult for her to "see" or recognize me. Not today!

I waved across the room as we made eye contact. She smiled one of those wonderful, happy smiles and waved back.

I continued to wave as I maneuvered my way through the dining room. Lizzie continued to wave back and smile. The staff members near her looked up to see what made her so happy. We all grinned. She knew me, knew she was happy to see me, knew we'd have a fun visit.

Cue the happy chills covering my arms.

I took Lizzie out on the balcony to eat her lunch. During the meal, Lizzie mostly wanted to talk. This is an anomaly now, as there are many days when she struggles for words. Obviously, I let her talk and encouraged her words.

While Lizzie's conversation was mostly nonsensical, she appropriately used the words "supposition", "proposal", and "capacity". The phrases she used made sense, but there was no connection between phrases. This didn't upset her at all and she was happy to chatter away while I made encouraging comments as needed.

Dementia's effects on the brain is an endlessly fascinating (and sad) process. You never quite know what each day (each moment!) will bring. It's good to enjoy the bright sparks and moments when they come.

At the end of the visit, Lizzie was exhausted. Probably worn out from all that chattering. I left her smiling.

A good day indeed.

How about you? What kinds of good things have happened in your world recently?

Power of Music 4 - Learning and Growing

 If you know me or Lizzie at all, you know we love music. All kinds of music.

Dementia is a hideous disease that affects the brain in so many ways. And many of those ways involve some kind of loss.

• precious memories
• friendships
• emotional control
• vocabulary
• physical control of her body

Lizzie has been in the nursing home for over 5 years now. She's experienced a lot of loss.

What surprised me in recent visits was that she's also shown evidence of learning and growth. Yay!!

As you know, Lizzie and I sing a lot during our visits. It's something she enjoys and it's a great way to help her retain her words and keep that brain active.

The other day, Lizzie started singing a song about Nicholas being ridiculous and not wanting to get up in the morning. She sang the same 3 or 4 lines multiple times. It was a song I'd never heard. I wasn't sure it was real, but when I looked it up, there it was!

This was during the pandemic. There had been so guests in singing or playing instruments. No one I spoke with had ever heard the song.

But, Lizzie was singing it. Not completely accurately, but the song is from the 30s!

When we were little, Lizzie introduced us to The Sound Of Music. We had the record of the movie and listened to it often. When I visit Lizzie we often sing several songs from the musical, including Raindrops On Roses.

When I first started singing this song with her, Lizzie would wave her hand like a conductor. She knew the beat and the rhythm, but the words escaped her. Now, she's able to sing along with the first verse and the chorus.

Repetition has helped her regain the joy of that song.

How about you? Has any song brought you good memories with your Loved One?

Smiles From The Dementia Files: Episode 3

Our Loved One Lizzie is an amazing lady. She is full of fun and mischief. She's always been quick-witted and more than willing to share her opinion on everything!

In our experience with dementia, we've found that laughter is important. It's a key to coping for all of us, including Lizzie. She enjoys being able to shock and surprise those around her with her quick mind and tongue. Having dementia hasn't taken that from her yet, and we hope it never does.


Episode 3
Circa 3 years after diagnosis

In case you need a smile... 

Lizzie: You always loved when we went camping

Me: I did. Tell me about it

Lizzie: We made sure to keep you safe

Me: I'm glad you did

Lizzie: We had a camper when you were little

Me: Did I like the camper?

Lizzie: Oh yes. We had a special spot to keep you safe

Me: Where was it?

Lizzie: We put you in a laundry basket

Me: A laundry basket?

Lizzie: Of course. We wanted to keep you safe. Then we put the laundry basket on the top shelf

Me: You put the laundry basket with me in it on the top shelf of the camper?

Lizzie: Only when we were driving

Me: Well, thank you for keeping me safe!

(Photo by Kevin Schmid on Unsplash)

Things to know:

• We NEVER owned a camper
• We NEVER went camping as a family
• That probably wouldn't have been safe! 🤣🤣🤣

How about you? Any ridiculous stories to share? Anyone else get stuffed in laundry baskets?

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

With pandemic restrictions easing, we've moved into a new stage for our visits with Lizzie in the nursing home.

My sister and I are now fully vaccinated. Lizzie has been fully vaccinated for a few months.

Because of that, we are now allowed to visit her without our face shields. We still wear our masks, but the clear plastic shields that cover our faces are no longer required. Yay!

When I arrived at the nursing home, Lizzie was sitting at her table in the dining room. I waved when I walked in as I always do. I walked toward her smiling.

Before I could say my usual greeting (Hi Mom. It's Jemi! I'm here for a visit), Lizzie smiled back and said, "My baby."

This is the first time she's recognized me in months.

I did a happy dance and made her laugh.

About 30 minutes into the visit, Lizzie turned to me and said, "What's your name?"

"I'm Jemi."

Big smile. "I have a daughter named Jemi."

"That's so nice."

Then she turned back to her meal and took another bite. Sure, I could have said I was her daughter, but that seemed a little mean. She was happy and content and I didn't want her to lose that.

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

So, you win some, you lose some!

Even if it was just for a few moments, Lizzie recognized me without prompting.

Day = Made!

How about you? Any easing of restrictions? Any reactions to wearing fewer pieces of PPE?

Small Gratitudes

 As we all know, the pandemic has been hard. Really hard.

In Lizzie's nursing home, the residents live in units of about thirty people. At the beginning of the pandemic, those rooms were full.

They are no longer full.

Death is a part of life, and in a nursing home, it is much closer than for most people.

Lizzie is at a stage in the dementia process where she rarely thinks of the people surrounding her unless they are right in front of her and interacting with her. She spends a lot of her time thinking about her childhood and her parents and brother.

When we're with her, she thinks about us. When she's with the people living in her unit, she thinks about them.

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The cliché Out of sight, out of mind, is often true for her right now. Which isn't a bad thing.

She doesn't realize that over the past year, she has lost many of her friends. She doesn't realize that in the past week, the two people she was closest to in her unit have died.

She's not grieving their deaths like we are.

When she passes their rooms, she doesn't notice the missing photos or name plates. Or the new people. She's focused on her inner world and the parts of the outer world that affect her.

Not a bad thing.

Even in the midst of a pandemic, even in the midst of dementia, there are things to be grateful for.

Hoping you have things to be grateful for today as well. Feel free to share!

Don't Let The Sun Go Down

I was driving home from the Nursing Home one night after visiting with Lizzie.

It had been an odd visit. Lizzie had exhibited extreme paranoia about another resident. He was someone she'd known for months but she was suddenly afraid of him. It didn't help when the poor man walked by us multiple times as we chatted.

Then Lizzie told me a story about how I watched myself begging for a library card. Both the Begging Me and the Watching Me wore the same bright yellow rubber boots. She was surprised I didn't remember watching the two of me.

Lizzie then told me about letting That Man into the house because his mother was an Artiste (said with a French accent) and they wanted to see her flower gardens. Not everyone had an Artiste wanting to see their gardens, so she'd let them into the basement to see the tulips. Wasn't I proud?

Of course I was.

Another evening of Sundowning in action.

(Photo by Anand Rathod on Unsplash)

On the way home, The Elton John song Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me came on the radio.

I've always liked the song, but that night I started to wonder.

Did Elton John and/or Bernie Taupin have some experience with dementia in their lives? Was the song alluding to Sundowning?

Probably not, but when you hear it, you might find some lines that make you wonder.

 What do you think?

Essential Caregivers in a Pandemic

 This pandemic has been hard on everyone.

We're very lucky with Lizzie's nursing home. The people are almost always kind and caring with her, even when they're understaffed.

Lizzie wasn't eating well during the early part of the pandemic and she wasn't thriving. Sis and I were declared essential caregivers to help her out.

This means we can go and visit her at meal times to help her get more fuel into her system.

It's made a huge difference for her. She's eating more and has regained the weight she lost. She interacts more with the staff even when we're not there. That one-on-one attention with us has helped.

We're lucky.

When we enter the home, we need to have proof of a negative COVID swab from the 4 previous days (which means we've had COVID swabs every 4 days since before Christmas). We wear a mask and a face shield. If there is a potential issue in the home, we wear full PPE.

Lizzie was taken aback by the masks and shields at first.

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She'd want to know why we were wearing blue makeup. She'd ask who we were. She'd say we looked awful.

It didn't take too long for her to get used to it, but it makes me wonder what her reaction will be when we don't need to wear the masks and shields anymore.

Will the change throw her off again? Or will she slip back into recognition of our faces?

Only time will tell.

How have you been coping with the lockdowns?

Smiles From The Dementia Files: Episode 2

Our Loved One Lizzie is an amazing lady. She is full of fun and mischief. She's always been quick-witted and more than willing to share her opinion on everything!

In our experience with dementia, we've found that laughter is important. It's a key to coping for all of us, including Lizzie. She enjoys being able to shock and surprise those around her with her quick mind and tongue. Having dementia hasn't taken that from her yet, and we hope it never does.

Photo by Roman Kraft on Unsplash

Episode 2 - Memories
Circa 2 years after diagnosis

According to Lizzie ... 

Lizzie was in charge of escorting the little kids to air-raid shelters during WWII because she was organized, strong, and smart. Lizzie ensured that the children had partners and walked in pairs in an organized fashion from their classrooms to the shelters. She checked that each child carried his/her gas mask. If anyone became stressed it was Lizzie's job to calm them down and make them feel better. Once they arrived at the shelter, Lizzie counted to make sure no one was missing. To help everyone relax, Lizzie led them in songs and story-telling.

Lizzie was born and grew up in Scotland in a city that was a frequent target of bombing. The trauma of living through that kind of experience has life-long impacts.

Lizzie was also 6 when WWII ended, so she might be a bit optimistic about her role in these events.

Of course, we congratulate her on being a responsible helper and encourage her to share more of her stories with us.

Memories (whether they're historically accurate or not!) are a great way to encourage conversation and connections.

How about you? Any recent smiles?

In-Person Visits at Lizzie's Nursing Home

 This pandemic has changed so much for so many.

One of the major changes is for those people living in Nursing Homes (NH), including Lizzie.

If you've read any of the previous posts (or Dancing With Dementia), you know we live in Canada and that Lizzie is in a wonderful NH with caring staff who work really hard to ensure our Loved Ones are safe and well cared for.

For several months earlier in the pandemic, we were able to do Face Time visits with Lizzie. These were great.

For the past month or more, we've been able to do in-person visits.

Even better.

Seeing Lizzie in person has been awesome. With over 4 months between our last in-person visit and these ones, we were bound to notice some differences.

We find Lizzie is less aware of the 'real world' and more absorbed in her inner world. Not unexpected. Before the pandemic, we'd been noticing it was more and more challenging for Lizzie to remain with us in the regular world and in regular time. We found our daily visits helped her keep connected to us as we are now.

Since the daily visits had to halt, Lizzie has spent less time connected with us and our current realities. I imagine she has spent more of that time in her inner world. In that inner world, it appears Lizzie is younger and extremely capable.

And that's okay. We want her self-esteem and confidence to remain high.

During our visits we see her struggle to know us. Once she hears our names, her face lights up and she says she didn't recognize us. Possibly because she thinks more often of our younger selves.

She doesn't always know who we mean when we speak about her grand-children or great grand-child. But she loves seeing pictures of them anyway.

Music continues to be a source of joy for Lizzie. When we find her mind drifting to sad memories or thoughts, we can generally use a song to cheer her up.

During our last visit as we were leaving, Lizzie became upset and angry. "You're leaving because you don't love me."

Not true. But impossible to convince her with words.

What did work?

Skinnamarink by Sharon, Lois and Bram.

If you don't know it, check out the link. My kids loved the show when they were little and Lizzie remembers us all singing together. The book about the song is a family favourite.

The repeated echo of us singing, "I Love You," helped us leave her with a smile on her face.

How about you? How are your Loved Ones coping?

Power of Music 2 - Using My Teen Years

When Lizzie becomes stressed, music is a definite soothing influence.
I often use music as a way to redirect her from whatever is bothering her or whatever she has focused on.

Today, let's focus on music from my (or your) teen years. Music is often extremely important to teens and the songs are ingrained in our memory. Or maybe that's just me. 😊 Because we listened to and played (on the piano) a LOT of music during our teen years, Lizzie also knew our favourite songs really well. She also tends to remember who we had celebrity crushes on and we can use that as well.

Sometimes I use the, "Oh I heard this song on the radio on the way up to see you!" trick. I'll choose a song from our teenage years, something that she'll remember. I start to sing the song or the chorus.

From there, I can generally turn the conversation to something less stressful for Lizzie.

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I love this song. The singer's hair reminds me I wore that same kind of style in high school. Do you remember those horrible curls I had? Why did I think that was a good idea?

This song always makes me think about dancing. Did you enjoy going to dances when you were younger? ...or... I remember how you helped me do my hair before high school dances. ...or... I remember when we used to dance in the rec room in the basement. ... or... What kind of dancing is your favourite? ...or... Did you and Dad enjoy the dances? ...or... Do you like watching movies with dancing?

I love Billy Joel's songs. He's such a great musician. I can't imagine being that talented. How old do you think he was when he learned to play piano? Can you imagine how scary it would be to play in front of a huge audience? Billy Joel whistles during some of his songs. Can you whistle? Billy Joel plays harmonica in this song. Was it your brother who was a good harmonica player?

This song is so much fun. I like the silly chorus. Can you think of any other silly songs? I like the way the chorus rhymes. What other words could rhyme with it?

I had so many Barry Manilow albums! I think my favourite was the one with the piano player statue on the front. What album covers do you like? Some of the albums were real photos, others were illustrated. Which do you like better? I wonder how many songs I can remember. Can you count for me as I list/sing them?

This song was popular when I started dating hubby. Hubby and I always danced to this song at high school dances. (These always lead her to talk about hubby who is one of her favourite people.)

This was the theme song from that TV show I used to watch. My favourite character was...  I hated that show, but I liked the song. Did you? I liked the show but hated the song. Did you? What kind of song makes a good TV show song? Fast or slow? Serious or silly?

This song always reminds me of...

When I'm walking up from the parking lot at Lizzie's nursing home, I always pick a song or two in my head. This helps me be prepared for those moments where she might be stressed or scared or angry. Being prepared and having something chosen in advance always means I'll be more successful in helping her regain her equilibrium. Using music as a distraction has a good chance of helping Lizzie feel happy and content.

How about you? Have you ever used songs from your teen years to help soothe your Loved One? What other questions can you think to ask?

To Celebrate or Not To Celebrate?

There are many different thoughts as to how to celebrate special days with our Loved Ones.

Each person is unique and many different factors will go into the decisions.

• what stage is your Loved One at?
• how aware are they of the day/date/time of year?
• will they know about the day if you don't mention/celebrate it?
• will the day bring good or bad memories?
• will the day trigger thoughts about dead friends/relatives who Loved One wants to celebrate with?

One Mother's Day, Lizzie became very upset about not having ordered flowers for her mother and mother-in-law. Her mom had died when Lizzie was a teen, her mother-in-law had died more than 30 years before.

Did the good memories and the fun times we had that day out-balance the bad ones?

Yes.

Will they this year?

Who knows?

All we can do, is look at the issue from all angles and make what we think is the best decision.

Then cross our fingers and hope for the best!

Of course, if your Loved One (like Lizzie) is in a Nursing Home, this year will be very different. Because the staff at the home is amazing, we know we'll be able to video chat with Lizzie on Mother's Day, but we won't be able to bring her flowers and chocolates and her other favourites. We'll make up for it later but we wonder how this will affect her.

How about you? What do you do for celebration days like Mother's or Father's Day? Are your routines going to be disrupted by COVID-19 as well?

Visual Background Noise

For Lizzie, a lot of items in her room seem to not be visible.

While she loves her music player, she never turns it on by herself anymore. When we turn it on for her, she's always surprised by it.

Earlier in the process when Lizzie was still looking through magazines, she would only ever "see" the top one, she would never realize there was a stack of different magazines.

Even earlier in the process before Lizzie moved into the home, Lizzie stopped "seeing" the dust bunnies, the rings from tea mugs on the coffee table, the spots on the bathroom sink or mirror.

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It seems like there is too much visual background "noise". Obviously, noise isn't the correct term as you can't see noise... at least I don't think you can. But the concept is the same.

In school, we teach kids to filter out the unimportant background noise and focus in on the important noise happening within the classroom. This works well until something interesting happens outside the window or in the hallway. Then all the attention turns in that direction.

For Lizzie, it's as if her brain is so focused on handling the important details of what she's thinking about or doing, that it ignores whatever isn't relevant to the immediate task.

Once the item is pointed out to her, she can see it, but until then, it's not visible.

I wonder if the brain only has so much available "power" and only focuses on what it thinks is important at the time.

How about you? Have you experienced your Loved One not "seeing" things that are there? Any thoughts on visual background noise?

Smiles From The Dementia Files: Episode 1

Our Loved One Lizzie is an amazing lady. She is full of fun and mischief. She's always been quick-witted and more than willing to share her opinion on everything!

In our experience with dementia, we've found that laughter is important. It's a key to coping for all of us, including Lizzie. She enjoys being able to shock and surprise those around her with her quick mind and tongue. Having dementia hasn't taken that from her yet, and we hope it never does.

Photo by Micheile Henderson on Unsplash

Episode #1
Circa Year 2 after diagnois

Lizzie: When did you last speak to your dad?

Me: Well, he died way back in 1999, so it's been a while...

Lizzie: That's right, I'd forgotten that. *sips tea* So, do you think you'll see him tomorrow?

Me: ... probably not.

Lizzie: Okay.

How about you? Does you Loved One ask about those who are long gone? 

Power of Music 1 - Classical Songs

Music is a powerful force.

Lizzie has always loved music. She grew up listening to music on the family radio. While Lizzie's mom was into Jazz and Swing, Lizzie and her brother fell in love with classical music.

At an early age, she could identify Bach from Beethoven from Brahms within only a few seconds of listening to a piece.

When we were old enough, Lizzie and my dad bought a piano on a rent-to-own program and scrounged up the money for my sister and I to take piano lessons.

Nothing made Lizzie happier than listening to us practice the piano, especially the classical pieces that were never our favourites.

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Now, we can often use her love of classical music to help redirect her during stressful times.

Who is your favourite classical composer/song?

Who was your favourite classical composer/song when you were a kid?

What was the first song you remember hearing on the radio with your brother?

Did you and your brother both like the same composers/songs?

When you and your brother made your bands, what songs did you play?

When you and your brother made your bands, what did you use for instruments?

Did you have other friends who liked music like you and your brother?

What did your mom and dad think about the music you listened to?

Did you ever make up words to go along with the music?

Did you sing as a family? What songs?


How about you? Do you ever use music to help redirect your Loved One? Does your Loved One enjoy classical music as well?

COVID-19 and Lockdown

The world is currently dealing with an incredibly serious virus that is calling for unprecedented safety measures being taken in many areas.

For us, one of those safety measures is that Lizzie's nursing home is in lockdown. No visitors allowed. (Our home is making exceptions for end-of-life situations and allowing limited visitors who are healthy and pass screening.) Within the home, the residents are staying within their own units (about 30 people so still opportunities to socialize) and there are no big gatherings in the common room.

We're really glad the home is in lockdown even though it means we can't see Lizzie. More than anything we want her to remain safe and healthy.

Our nursing home has a terrific staff. They are working hard to keep the residents active and talking with them and each other.

If Lizzie was on the 1st or even the 2nd floor, we've go see her and wave through the window, but from her floor she wouldn't be able to see us. At the beginning of lockdown, there was also still a lot of snow and getting around to her side of the building would have been tough anyway!

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Lizzie no longer understands how to use a telephone so calling her isn't an option.

Within a few days of the lockdown we got a call from a staff member. They were arranging Face Time and Skype visits between residents and family. A staff member sits with Lizzie and runs the call and helps her out with the conversation. Sometimes a person on screen doesn't make sense to Lizzie.

What a great idea!! Creative problem solving at its best. It has made us all a lot happier.

How are you coping if your Loved One is in a nursing home?
If your Loved One is at your home or on their own, how is it going?