Magical Moment at Memorial

Last weekend would have been Bob’s (dad) birthday weekend so as a family we had a private memorial for him, complete with a Skype linkup via laptop with my brother’s family who are currently in Bali.

The memorial was absolutely amazing in more ways than one. My Mum (Jan) arranged for all the grandchildren to release a white balloon each in honour of Bob.

What happened next was bizarre….

After we all released our balloons we counted them in the sky and watched them all float away together until they could no longer be seen.

We started playing tennis about 20 minutes later and were having some family fun when we all noticed one of the white balloons had returned and was floating around the backyard.

How could this be when all the balloons had literally travelled kilometres?

I don’t normally believe in ‘signs’ from above’ but it was certainly a magical moment that made our day😀

A Strange Note…Some Bizarre (but meaningful) Words….Will This Mystery Ever Be Solved?

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I was rustling through my old jeans pocket recently and pulled out a wad of receipts and notes. I was checking them before throwing in the bin when I came across this most bizarre note . I am sharing this note as I am hoping someone in the ‘DD’ group who may have cared for my Dad in hospital or the Nursing Home may know something about this.

THE BASIC FACTS:

The letter is not in my Dad’s handwriting.
I have never seen that notepaper before
I have no re-collection of someone handing me the note

THE BIZARRE FACTS:

The sports listed are 100% correct
My name is mentioned twice
My age at the time was 100% correct.
I have a brother in Sydney as stated (but he couldn’t remember his name, but got the age correct)
Whilst many people know that I played footy in the hallways of the hospital and nursing home, only Dad would know they were drop kicks.
His brother’s name is David (Dad used to get names mixed up)
How did this note end up in my pocket?
It must be at least 6 months to a year or more old as Dad was not able to speak much

THE CONSPIRACY THEORY:

I am guessing that a carer or possibly a nurse (or maybe a distant friend) that doesn’t know Dad that well has written down a note dictated by him. i think this because they have written ‘Love David’ which is incorrect and I would assume a regular carer/nurse would have corrected that to Bob.

WHY THIS NOTE IS AMAZING TO ME?:

This note gives an incredible insight into the mind of someone with dementia. You can see that he is trying to say he does not have dementia and wants to prove it by stating facts that he has all his marbles. By listing random facts he is trying to give evidence of how clear his mind is. It displays the confusion and shows how he doesn’t know what dementia is, but he believes he doesn’t have it regardless. The random thoughts mentioned are all about dementia and family and he is thankful and wants to let us know he loves us.

Whilst this post is a bit ‘deep’ and ‘spooky’ it is a complete mystery to me, I thought it was worth a shot posting to see if anyone knows about it, or secondly believe that it was a letter dictated by Dad. Irrespective, I felt it was an amazing note worthy of sharing and once again we learn something more about people with dementia.

Peace At Last for Bob Partington

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Dear Dementia Downunder readers,

I wanted to share the news that Bob has finally passed away and is at peace.

Our family are comforted by your amazing support and thoughts. You have been awesome.

I will probably say a few more thoughts when I have had a chance to reflect. However I wanted you all to know ASAP that the dementia rollercoaster ride is over for Dad and we are super proud of him.

I will look after our family and be blogging again soon.

We are very relieved now and thanks once again.

Brett & Family

Palliative Care – Positively Embracing The Unknown

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Sorry for the delay in writing but we have been experiencing a very different journey in the palliative stage, which like the rest of our dementia story is just like a rollercoaster ride (just a much slower paced one). I am inspired to write as I have experienced so much in the last 48 hours and I want to share what I have learnt and how I feel. Bob is still with us, but it appears it won’t be long before he is at peace. It seems surreal to be writing this blog but also feels like I am opening up a conversation about an area of dementia/aged care that many DD members may be fearing down the track, and/or may know very little about.

I often question myself when writing blogs “is this appropriate to make public?” or “is this pic too graphic?”. To answer these questions I resort to my conscience and ask myself “will this make a difference to a family?”… If the answer is ‘yes’, I will share it and deal with the consequences. This blog is no exception.

It all started around the middle of the week when we noticed a sharp decline in Bob’s condition. We knew instantly that he was preparing to go. My Mum intuitively called for my brother, Jason, to fly in from Sydney to join the family at Bob’s bedside. Amazingly as we all came together in the room Bob started to really labour with his breathing, and it was confronting. It was a very pivotal moment in our journey as we hugged, we cried and we dealt with Dad’s condition. I felt the momentum shift with Dad and could feel he was ‘checking out’ at this point. What was overwhelmingly comforting was that Jason made it to his bedside in time and allowed us to be with Dad as a family during this transition. It was also a galvanizing experience where we committed to the palliative stage the ‘Partington way’.

We had many long conversations across the last 48 hours about “what is best for Dad?” covering every aspect of his palliative care. By having this approach it made making decisions easier. When you aim for the absolute highest standards with anything, there won’t be any regrets. As a family unit we discussed at length Dad’s body positioning in the bed. He has to be turned every two hours by the carers to avoid pressures sores (red marks). We also considered Bob’s breathing, his chest congestion, his personal preference of which side he sleeps on, his current pain level, his dignity, his music, his lighting, the air temperature, does he need blankets?, the angle of the bed, positioning cushions for best pain relief, and so much more.

This stage seems to be going in ‘slow motion’ and we are so in tune with Dad’s breathing that we are counting the seconds between breaths (it can be up to 10 -20 seconds). The breaths become shallow, and we notice many other small changes across his body. There are many jolts and jerks with Dad’s limbs which take a while to get used to. The more time we spend with him, the more we adapt to his natural rhythms and become in synch with him.

The minutes tick away slowly as 5 people share the oxygen in the small room. It is a busy space but also exciting when Dad smiles or grips our hand. It can also be intense, sad, reflective, lonely, and a whole heap of other emotions. There has also been some light hearted moments as well which I will share at a later date. Our family have been there the whole time and we have each gained a few minutes of sleep here and there (except Mum who has now been awake for 48 hours). To see her loyalty and commitment to Dad is downright inspiring and her strength and character has certainly been on display. I am pleased to say that Mum is now comfortable enough to step away for a well-deserved rest knowing we have done everything possible for Dad. We are taking shifts of sitting with Dad (one person at a time) and just being there with him, holding his hand and having some time alone with him. I am sure each of us will be having personal conversations with him that will be treasured. We are told that ‘hearing’ is the very last thing to go so we are using this to advantage and ensuring he leaves us with our inner most thoughts and some nice music in his ears.

The nursing staff and care staff have been amazing and rallied around us with cups of tea, sandwiches, cordial and plenty of support and comfort. I hope this blog sheds some positive light on palliative care and what can be gained by embracing the stage. We are tired but certainly doing ok. I hope you understand that I am sharing this blog to help others as well as being cathartic for me. When the time comes for Dad to pass away, we will be extremely sad, but also relieved for him. I also want to acknowledge that palliative care is a very personal thing and every family can and will handle it differently. Every family has a unique dynamic and bond and there is no right or wrong way to approach ‘end of life’. Can I also suggest that when families are faced with similar situations that you do what is right for you and your loved one.

Once again I cannot say enough how comforting your comments and thoughts have been for me. I actually feel guilty to have so much support outside our family unit. I am proud of Dad and proud of our family, and I am glad that you are able to share in some of our times with dementia. Thanks for everything and I will write more soon.

Thanks Brett

He Laughed Until He Cried

This blog is another chapter in Bob’s story that I want to share with our ‘DD’ community. As a family member of a person with late stage dementia I walk into that bedroom each morning looking for a smile from Dad. If I don’t get it, the radar goes up and I am searching for a ‘why not?’. Is something wrong?….Has there been a decline?…What has happened overnight?…..a thousand questions are triggered.
Over the last 6 months or so Dad has been laughing and smiling with us whenever we enter the room. He lights up…his eyes widen….he sits up in his chair, he gives out a giggle and he searches for your name. The name rarely comes these days and we often receive an enthusiastic “….Heyyyy!!!!!….(no name)”. This is what puts a smile on our dial and inspires us to stay positive.
Yesterday he was talking ‘dementianese’ (jibberish) and in the middle of his conversation he threw in a random ‘Brett’ which I have not heard for about 4-5 months. My head snapped around as I thought to myself “did he just say my name?”. These are the special ‘split second’ moments that make my day.
I have noticed a significant change in Bob’s morning patterns with him being very emotional and bursting into tears without warning. This does occur throughout the day but at erratic times. The most recent change has been that Dad will give his regular trademark giggle, I will respond with a return giggle and smile, and his next reaction is an outburst of sobbing and tears. It is so heartbreaking to watch when this happens.
I am using much more ‘touch’ with Bob now and I will hold his hand all the time and rub his shoulder blade to give him comfort. I tell him “everything will be ok”. When Dad is crying, I feel for him and I feel sad, but I personally believe the tears are not being triggered by an unmet need, depression or anything untoward. I think the area of his brain which controls his emotions is deteriorating and causing his emotions to come out in a way that may not actually match his mood. What I mean is he may be feeling happy, but it is being expressed as crying (which is confusing). This is really tough to deal with as you don’t want to laugh when someone is crying, but his switch from laughter to tears is so rapid….it just happens. You just end up going “Awwwwwww….it’ll be ok Dad”.
The way I deal with this situation is to accept that this is another phase in the disease. I tell myself that we are doing everything we can for Dad and there is nothing we are knowingly neglecting. I try and concentrate on keeping my tone of voice ‘warm’ and ‘upbeat’ to let him FEEL my mood and positive rhythm. I can only hope that he is interpreting my intentions in a positive manner and understands that as a family we are continuing the unwavering care…no matter what happens.
I want you all to know that I am ‘ok’ and am just digging deep today to express my raw thoughts on dad to hopefully teach, educate and create further understanding in our community. I am comfortable sharing these very private moments in public and hope many of you can draw from these experiences when you need to. My blogs switch from happy to sad in a heartbeat and reflect the volatile nature of what we are dealing with….This is dementia.

Men’s Group – Week 2 Report

Special Guest – “Elvis Partington!”

The ‘hands’ tell the story in this collection of pics. Plenty of tactile activities this week.We played indoor golf, vacuumed with dustbusters, drew stuff, tuned the radio, polished silver, sharpened pencils,ate freddo frogs and choc coated Scotch Fingers, messed with old items (telephone, ink stamps, adding machine, etc), and generally just hung out in the area we now call the ‘MEN’S DEN’.

A few things went wrong :

My 2 Dustbusters both ran out of charge.

The designer dust I brought in to vac up… went everywhere. ( I upset the cleaner!)

The textas I brought in for ‘free-hand drawing’ went dry.

One of the men dropped the entire contents of the electric pencil sharpener all over the carpet.

Another man emptied the DustBuster contents all over his cream pants.

A very wobbly resident nearly fell when he hooked the extension cord around his foot.

I had two men ‘walk off’, two men fall asleep.

Feisty Fred heckled me the entire session with ” I am so stuffed, I don’ t know what the hell you want me to do!”

He also said “Why don’t you do this stuff when I’m not half dead… I am so bloody tired!”

I actually ran out of activities even though I filled my van with double the amount I brought last week.

Besides all that it went pretty good:-)

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The Rollercoaster Ride Never Stops…

I thought I would share another little chapter in our journey which I am hoping some of you may learn from, and many others probably understand or have seen this situation. Dad was having a very average day yesterday and when I turned up the carers told me that he was unresponsive and vague. He was also leaning to the right hand side again and his mouth was hanging loose. Straight away I thought he must of had a TIA (mini stroke). His obs were perfect and he was well checked over and we just let things ride.

Today I went into the nursing home and Dad lit up when he saw me (as per usual), held my hand for a while and spoke a few mumbled words. I was relieved as I thought there was improvement on previous day. Two minutes later I watched his eyes change colour, they rolled back and went all sorts of directions and he went pale. He was having a TIA right in front of me! The nurse was really good and fetched an oxygen cylinder and we left the mask on him for 20 minutes and he slowly started to smile again. Phew!….

I re-visited him in the afternoon and his emotions were shot and he was erratically crying, he had twitching in his arms and he was dehydrated. I gave him a few glasses of water as he sat and watched Andre Rieu on tv for the millionth time:)

I noticed he had a dry mouth and his lips were a bit stuck together. It is these ‘small signs’ that we need to look out for as family members as they possibly could be missed by our very good time-stretched carers. Imagine having your very dry lips stuck together and a dry mouth for hours with no-one noticing? It must be irritating and uncomfortable. I drove to the chemist and bought some ‘paw paw’ cream and placed it on his lips – giving him instant relief.

Dad is ok but now really vague and his mind scrambled as he recovers (last time it took 3-4 days).He is trying to smile and tap his fingers to the music without much success. It is these times that our family goes into overdrive and we step up the caring and monitoring as his capabilities are temporarily impaired. My Mum has been doing a sterling job going in every night for the last few months to ensure he is clean and dry before he falls asleep and has the most comfortable sleep he can have. Onya Mum!

Hopefully some good lessons & learnings for all in this story.

Thanks

I Gotta Share a Really Proud ‘Dad’ Moment

Over the last two weeks Bob has been forgetting my name and has called me by some new names such as ‘Kevin’ , ‘James’ and his favourite…”Hey…. You”

Many people get really upset when a loved one forgets their name but I am finding it amusing to hear what he calls me each day. I don’t get too upset because I can tell by his eyes when he sees me that he totally recognizes me. Whilst I know he will eventually forget who I am , I totally hang onto any small positive moment.

I went to the Nursing Home last evening (about 8pm) after a late meeting to see what Dad gets up to at night and he was sitting in the dining room amongst all the other dozing residents. As I quietly ‘tip-toed’ up to him he eventually spotted me. His face lit up with a huge smile, he then jumped up out of his chair and yelled out across the room at the top of his voice:

“HEYYYYY….BRETT PARTINGTON…….HOW THE HELL ARE YA?” (and came over and shook my hand).

These are the special ‘late stage’ dementia moments that you have to soak up and treasure. Good one Dad!

Who Can Interpret These Doodles?

 

Bob has recently been enjoying some doodling and artwork after many months of not being engaged at all in this type of activity.

I know we have some Art Therapy people in our group and I was wondering if someone can read into the attached doodles.

Bob’s wife is called Jan, he had a friend recently visit called Vic. He also appears to write $ signs, plenty of circles and what looks like guitar strings?

Anyway… Thought I would put this out there and see what happens:-)

Thanks

PS – I believe the flower and smiley face may have been drawn by my sister.

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Save the Last Dance For Me

This is a very special video of Bob dancing with Shani. It was the day after Shani and Earl got married and rather than sleep in and sit around the pool they chose to visit the nursing home. The fact that this young couple dressed up in their wedding outfits just for the residents was really appreciated.

The nursing home was buzzing and people were crying as the bride danced with Bob. It was the first time in many years that the residents had seen a real bride, and the first time ever a bride and groom had visited the home. I thought it was funny that Dad still held onto his comb while he danced with Shani…This is dementia.

Well done Shani and Earl for thinking of others and making someone else’s day on the biggest day of your lives. Congratulations……