Still Somebody

One chilly morning, seven years ago this month, Bob could not find the drawer in which his underwear had been kept for years. Uh-oh, I thought, this is definitely not good. Then began a series of doctor visits and tests that would culminate in his diagnosis of Alzheimer’s Disease on July 5, 2001.

I’ve read, and had it confirmed by Bob’s neurologist, that the disease typically starts several years before the actual diagnosis. And, sure enough, there were clues along the way, but subtle enough that I didn’t pick up on them, having never before been around anyone with AD.

In February 1995, when Bob and I were first together, one day he told me he could no longer do numbers in his head like he used to be able to do. If I had been wise to Alzheimer’s, I might have picked up on that as an early sign that something wasn’t right, but he was still functioning normally in every other respect, so I didn’t catch that clue.

Of course, getting diagnosed with AD early in the illness does not mean a person will be cured of it. But starting the meds early will slow the progression of the disease, in effect buying time in case more effective meds come down the pike.

At present, although there is no cure, and although there is no firm agreement yet on what causes the disease, there is hope. Research and clinical trials are on-going, and sooner or later, treatments and/or medications will be found to halt the illness, reverse it, or even better, prevent it altogether.

That hope is a tiny light in a long, dark tunnel. But it’s something to hang onto anyway.

Last night I woke to a sound that at first I couldn’t identify, then a split second later I realized Bob was whispering a phrase over and over. Then he switched to another phrase, still whispering. I can’t recall what he was saying, just the sound of his whispers in the night.

He is drifting away into a world of his own, and yet there still are moments of connection with me, such as yesterday evening when I stood by his chair, held his hand and smiled at him. All at once he brightened with recognition and, smiling back, said, “Suzy!” And then he said, “I love you.”

Today I called Dish Network and totally cancelled our account. Several weeks ago I unplugged everything related to the TV, because having it on had become too upsetting for Bob. For some time now, he’s been unable to follow any type of program, even one as simple as the Andy Griffith Show. What happens is that for someone with Alzheimer’s, what’s on TV can appear to be reality. If they see a fire, say, on the news or in a show, they’re likely to think the fire is right there in front of them. As for me, I haven’t even missed watching TV; there are better ways to waste time!

During the past couple of weeks, Bob has had anxiety/paranoia again, pretty much every day, starting in about mid-afternoon or evening. The two usually go together in him. I’m giving him the lowest possible dose of the meds for controlling those symptoms so he doesn’t get too groggy.

When he’s scared, he’ll usually say, “I’m scared.” When he says, “Something’s wrong,” that’s when I know he’s paranoid. When he’s paranoid, he also often says something about someone killing people, or he’ll tell me to be careful, or he’ll say he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Where all of that comes from, I have no clue. As far as I know, nothing in his life suggests that he witnessed or participated in any violence.  So I wonder if it could come from a violent scene in a movie or on TV.

Maybe it’s simply a result of his tangled brain.

At least he’s not seeing anything disturbing on TV now. Our TV has been unplugged for some time, because he couldn’t follow any of the programs, and they just seemed to upset him. I’m finding it easy to live without TV; no withdrawal symptoms.