Hypnosis and Dementia

Yesterday wasn't a bad day but it wasn't a good day either. My mom didn't sleep well the night before, I only gave her 4 drops of Ashwagandha before bed. The first night she took some, Monday night, she slept for 14 hours with out waking up. The next day (the last day I posted) she had a very good day.

She even remembered that she had an MRI several years back. The most incredible thing was that she remembered where her MRI films were tucked away. The films are images of her brain from February 2002. She's having another MRI on October 27th so that the neurologist can check out what's going on now.

From all that I've read and observed with my mom, I'm convinced she has DLB, Dementia with Lewy Bodies. Especially because her dementia came on so sudden. I actually saw it happen in the bank when she was upset.

The Ashwagandha is helping to keep her hallucinations away at night. It's keeping her sleeping, which is awesome. I'm not used to it yet, I still sleep with one eye and ear open.

The Cognifactor that her ND prescribed is working very well for her cognition. This morning she started to tell me that it's all making sense and that her environment isn't so scary.

I started filming my mom talking about the hallucinations and what she feels when she's in the crazy state that she gets in from time to time. I need to edit it down before I share different clips. I hope it gives people insight in to finding a way to solve this brain disorder.

Before our video session this morning she told me about the lady appearing in a black cap over her head. She told me that the lady is the only one who keeps appearing. I gave her a few drops of Helleborus water under her tongue.

When I began to video her talking, she was becoming clearer. She's not back 100%. I don't know if she ever will be again. But, I'll keep trying. The only thing that I haven't tried is giving her a full blown hypnosis session. I've got some thoughts and currently creating a list of positive phrases to put into her subconscious.

Here is my current list so far - any other suggestions from people with experience with a DLB patient, please add a comment.

I am confident
My mind is getting stronger every day
I am happy
I sleep well at night
I can distinguish the difference between night and day
I walk with confidence
I recognize my family and friends
I believe in the power of my mind to heal itself

It's an interesting road we just turned onto. I have hope with all the supplements and the professional help that my mom is now receiving.

My next question is, will hypnosis help my mom to retrain her brain?

Mid-Day Update on Good Ole' Mom

This morning my mom complained of eye pain. We put drops in that the ND had given to her to dissolve the cataract. She had me put a patch over it and she left it shut for a few hours. When she removed the patch and opened her eyes, she could see more clearly. It appears that the cataract must have dissolved,

My mom can now read the TV remote control! I don't have to run down and change the channel for her all day. It's exciting, especially for my mom.

Our ND had prescribed CogniFactor, a natural treatment with N-Acetyline L-Carnitine. This is supposed to be great for cognition.

So far so good. My mom is more clear. She isn't back completely, she still can't phathom that it's Sue (me) taking care of her. My mom always believed that Donna would be her caregiver.

It's great to see her smiling and laughing at TV. She's enjoying her recorded TV shows, "Dancing with the Stars" is her favorite.

I keep checking on her. I suppose I can't believe the change with the help of Ashwaghanda and CogniFactor.

I sat and talked with her. I told her when her next doctor appoints will be. I told her about the upcoming MRI. She looked at me and said, "Oh, I hate that test." I said, "Really? How do you know?" She said, "I had one. I have the xray film."

My mom jumped up and found the film. I am still stunned that she found the film, let alone remember she had the test done. It was done in February 2002. To my surprise, we have baseline MRI pictures of her brain! The doctors will be able to compare the results. Totally awesome.

Mom's doing better as each minute passes and we're both paralyzed with awe.

Ashwaghanda - could this be the solution for my mom's dementia?

Yesterday was a rough one for me, mostly because I was extremely tired. All day I thought how nice it would be to take an uninterupted nap. My mom had the same thoughts, only she was sleeping as she sat up, her eyes would not stay open.

Knowing from past experience that if I let my mom sleep during the day, she's up all night. Folks with dementia can easily get their days and nights mixed up. I've seen this happen with my mom more times than I care to remember.

I was deeply concerned about my mom yesterday. I wasn't sure what to do next, especially when the homeopathic remedy, Helleborus Niger 30 c, stopped giving her relief from her mental confusion. Nothing was working.

The thought of my mom losing her mind and eventually ending up in a nursing home facility totally bummed me out. I cried. I thought of Uncle Al. I thought of myself and how I was becoming too tired to care for anyone... that I need a break, just one week away from explaining that there are no people, midgets, floating heads, wild animals and dogs in the yard. My mom's insanity was beginning to make me crazy, through my mom's suggestions I started to see things out of the corner of my eyes.

Being Sue, I would not give in to these negative thoughts of despair. I dug deep down inside my soul and found the strength to pull myself up so that I could find another possible solution. I had learned at a very young age that as long as I keep at it, eventually I'll find success, even if there is currently no apparent solution.

I am on a mission to find a solution to help keep my mom living with me and able to visit her children. She deserves to enjoy her family.

Who knows if I'm setting myself up for a disappointment, I don't care. My mom was there for me when I was a kid, now it's my responsiblity to be there for her as she drifts backward into her 2nd childhood.

I have hope. Hope gives me the will to push forward. Here we go!

Yesterday I posted that I found a Ayurevedic herb, Ashwaghanda. Like Fenugreek it seems to do everything. I've read that in Indian Medicine, Ashwaghanda is a "general tonic" for all that ails you. It doesn't have any side effects, only if you have thyroid trouble (should not take it if you have thyroid issues.)

In India it is given to seniors to help them with senility and dementia. It is also good for helping one to sleep and have a sense of well-being. All things that my mom needed badly.

I've been reading about Ashwaghanda this morning while I wait for everyone to wake up. My mom is still out like a light. I checked to make sure she was breathing and she started a gentle little snore. Yay!

Ashwaghanda is used for:

1. Anxiety, depression, panic disorders
2. Antioxidant, free radical scavenger
3. Body building aide
4. Weakness, fatigue, herbal rejuvenation, aphrodisiac
5. Nervine tonic, calming and antistress agent and adaptogenic herb

I'm pretty excited this morning because I believe Ashwaghanda can help my mom.

Here's a website, The Holistic-Herbalist, that talks a bit about the incredible benefits of this amazing herb, Ashwaghanda.

Sometimes, hope is all you have

My mom was diagnosed with moderate dementia on Wednesday. Upon hearing the news, my mom seems to have gotten worse. She's confused. It all comes on suddenly. One day she's fine and the next day she doesn't know my name.

Today, she thinks I'm my sister Donna. She is telling me all about Susan and how Susan deserves a lot of credit for what she's done. It's so weird to hear her talking to me as though I'm my sister. Correcting her doesn't do any good, but I find myself doing it anyway.

Helleborus Niger doesn't seem to be working anymore, bummer.

Last night my mom was agitated and had trouble sleeping. She hallucinated a lot. She was up at 2:30am and called me on my cellphone. I went down to her room to check on her and she was fully dressed and had packed one of my reusable shopping bags with random things. She told me about an explosion.

I assured her that there wasn't an explosion and everyone was safe. She asked me where all of her kids were, one by one I told her where they were... in there homes and safe. I got her to put on her nightgown and get back in bed. She did after about 30 minutes.

I finally fell back to sleep about 5am.

At 6:30am my mom came into our bedroom and asked me who died. Oh boy, here we go... welcome to crazy Monday! I told her no one died and walked her back downstairs. I convinced her to put her nightgown back on (she was fully dressed again) and get some sleep. She did.

She didn't sleep.

8am she got out of bed and got dressed for the day... again. She was confused. Her blood pressure was high. Her blood sugar was high too ... 97. Normally it's in the low 80's.

I've noticed that when she gets agitated blood pressure and blood sugar numbers are higher than usual.

I did some research today, trying to figure out what kind of dementia my mom has. I think it could be Lewy's Body Dementia.

She seems to have all the core symptoms. Here's a site that explains what Lewy's Body Dementia is - http://alzheimers-disease.suite101.com/article.cfm/dlb_dementia_with_lewy_bodies_in_2009

To make my post shorter, I did come across an Ayurevedic remedy for senile dementia, Ashwaganda which has a similar ingredient as the drugs that are prescribed for Alzheimer's. My mom was diagnosed 6 years ago as having early onset parkinsons disease. As I read about Ashwaganda I thought, hmmm... maybe this could help my mom.

Off we went to Whole Foods to buy some... we got the last bottle. She had 8 drops in a cup of tea about 2 hours ago.

Just before I gave her dinner she asked me if I like living here. I told her that I do... that I love my backyard. Then she smiled and said, "I like living here too. I feel good."

So, maybe the Ashwaganda will help us all get a good night sleep every night and keep the people away.

Ashwaganda is my new hope for my mom.

Magnesium Deficiency and Dementia

Magnesium. Who knew it was so important for ones good health? Before yesterday I never gave this mineral a thought.

Today my mom and I visited her ND. He asked her lots of questions and listened to her answers. He heard her tell him that she suffers from constipation. After a few minutes he stopped and asked me if she was taking any Magnesium. My answer was no. He then recommended that my mom take a small dose of magnesium every morning. He told us that it could help her with her constipation problem. He also asked me to track her dementia episodes with her constipation trouble so that we can see if it's worse when she's got a log jam.

I told the doctor about the article that I had read about magnesium and dementia. I included the article in yesterday's post about the link between magnesium deficiency and dementia. He told us that it is highly possible because Magnesium affects our central nervous systems.

Here's an article, "The Importance of Magnesium to Human Nutrition" that I found very informative.

So... I've got something else to hold out hope for my mom to find her mind.

If I had one wish granted to me, I'd wish that my mom would find her mind and be a happy old lady until the day she passes on.

Himalayan Salt - stops hallucinations?

My mom hasn't been right since her big upset last week with the bank and the crazy bank fees they had charged her.

Hallucinations have become a regular occurrence for her and it's beginning to drive me insane. All day long she finds me in the house or yard and tells me about the people. The lady. The man. The midgets. The whole gang is back!

I tell her that there's no one else in the house, just Rachel, her and me (and Brian when he's not working.) Today she came in to my office on the other side of the house to see if I was OK. The people had taken me away and she was worried. She had to come and find me.

Ironically I was searching on the internet for an answer to these hallucinations that seem to have come back out of no where... this time with a vengence.

My mom's blood sugar is always in the 80 - 100 range, it never gets high anymore. Her blood pressure has a high systolic number and low dystolic number (130+/60+).

I ask myself, what has changed in her diet? She's gone gluten free. I make everything from scratch. I don't add salt to my mom's food.

Last weekend Brian and I saw something about Himalyan Salt and it's health benefits. I remember saying to Brian, "Oh, I'll have to get some of that."

Today when I went to the butcher to get meat for dinner I noticed Himalyan Salt on the top of the counter. All I could remember is saying, "Oh, I'll have to get some of that." I did.

Of course I came home and looked up the health benefits of Himalyan Salt which you can read about here at Shirley's Wellness Cafe.

Shirley's page got me thinking of search strings to find more answers to help solve my current problem... stopping my mom's hallucinations. The searches lead me to Magnesium deficiencies which you can read about here at the Magnesium Online Library.

I found it interesting that a Magnesium deficiency can cause dementia. Magnesium is one of the minerals found in Himalyan Salt.

At 3pm every day I give my mom a little snack to help get her through to dinner. Today I told her about the link between magnesium and dementia that I had just learned. I also reminded her that the salt that we bought while out today has magnesium in it and asked her if she wanted a tomato with a little of the Himalyan Salt as a snack.

She ate the tomato. I asked her to let me know if she sees anyone or if the hallucinations go away. I'll check on her and update this post if the Magnesium in the salt sent her hallucinations packing.

Today is finally here!

For at least 2 months I've been waiting for an appointment with a neurologist so that my mom can be evaluated professionally. It will be much easier to take care of her and to possibly treat her condition if we understand what it is and why her hallucinations are happening just before she is waking up and just as she's drifting off to sleep.

I've done some of my own observations based on her diet. I know what foods cause her a problem and I understand a bit more how blood sugar effects every part of the body, including ones mental cognition.

Through my journey with my mom down the dementia highway, I've also come to realize the importance of diet, exercise and mental relaxation. Body - Mind - Spirit; I've learned first hand that good all around health cannot be attained unless one feeds all 3 with the right nutrition, every day.

The experiences I've been having with my mom have proven to me that the body CAN heal itself, regardless of your illness. It's never too late to start to take care of yourself. If you don't feel good today, you can feel good tomorrow. All you need to do is to start now. Take your first step down a road which will lead you to healthier and happier tomorrows.

You can if you think you can!

Don't Quit

When I was a young girl in the late 60's my dad went back to school to get his G.E.D. and then his Associates Degree from North Shore Community College in Beverly, MA.

During his time back at school he came across this poem, "Don't Quit." He had it hanging on the wall just above the wall phone in the dining room. I remember him reading this poem when things seemed the hardest and the lesson that he taught me with this poem is ... never ever quit.

For the last week this poem has been echoing through my mind as I helped my mom through her dementia episodes. It's definitely easier to quit, but I didn't... I couldn't. I remember more of my dad's words of wisdom, "Susie, wait a minute, things will change... nothing ever stays the same." Little did I know that these words would stay with me throughout my life and help me to achieve things that I never thought possible.

This morning I was checking out my camera and a folded piece of paper with the words, "Don't Quit" fell out of my camera bag. I unfolded the paper to find my dad's favorite poem. I am including it here.

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

when the road you're trudging seems all uphill.

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

and you want to smile but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit,

rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out';

Don't give up though the pace seems slow --

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out --

the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you're the hardest hit --

It's when things seem worst that you must not quit!

* Author - not really sure. There's conflicting claims of authorship, so I will acknowledge them all and you can decide. Jeff Lief reports that the poem was written by his father Ben Lief in 1929 when he was 19 years old and says his mother still has the original typed copy of the poem. Robert Ellis says the poem was written by his grandmother Betty Naimo Rich of Wakefield, MA. He says she gave her only handwritten copy to a parish priest for his sermon (circa 1971) Joe David Harrison says Don't Quit was written in 1994, and it was actually an early draft of his published, copyrighted poem, The Blackness. He says it was submitted to a publisher on the West Coast of the U.S. and got to another company, which released it without his consent. He says in spite of claims to the contrary, it was not around before 1994.

********* well, I don't believe Joe David Harrison wrote the poem because this poem was prominently displayed in our home in the late 60's, early 70's.

Garlic and Blood Pressure: Does it work?

My mom's had high blood pressure for as long as I can remember. It's always been an issue every time we go to the doctor's office.

At one time, she was on 4 different medications for her blood pressure. They made her feel sick and her hair fell out. My mom was pretty much bald on the top of her head. She was not happy about balding, especially when she once had a beautiful head of hair.

Gradually my mom got off the pharma meds, even though her doctor wanted her to take the pills, she stopped taking them. Mom started to feel better and her blood pressure began to come down as she lost weight and exercised. We noticed that when she walks every day for 20 minutes on the treadmill, her pressure is lower.

I've also been cooking more with garlic. For the last 3 nights I've been loading up our dinners with garlic. This morning, my mom's blood pressure was 138/60! It had been reading 160/90 before I began using more garlic in my food preparation.

It won't be long now before my mom can toss out her last pharmaceutical medication.

Oh ya, her hair is beginning to grow back too which makes her very happy.

Fasten Your Seat Belts, We're in for a rough one!

The last 5 days have been less than perfect with respect to my mom's mental condition. She's not able to manage her own finances and insurance "stuff", so I'm helping her with it. Not a task for the weak at heart. Talking with a demented person about finances and insurance is akin to having your finger nails pulled out with a pair of pliers.


Let me back up to last Monday, my last post.


I picked up Uncle Al on Monday because I hadn't seen him for 4 weeks. He's getting harder to manage by myself with my mom in tow too. He is more demented these days since I haven't been able to feed him the foods everyday that my mom eats. It's sad. Uncle Al believes he's better than he is and doesn't understand how difficult it is for me. He'll probably never understand.


Tuesday was the day that I was taking my mom to the bank to straighten out her accounts. One bank, TD Banknorth charged her overdraft fees of 35 bucks for every bounced check. She bounced checks because around the time of the financial meltdown, she took 2 grand out of her account and had my sister put it in her safe. My mom was afraid the bank would steal her money.


Of course I made attempts to stop her from doing this because I knew that eventually she'd start to bounce checks because she didn't have her cushion in the bank. There was no reasoning with her so I had to just let it go and wait for the inevitable to happen.


It happened. She was overdrawn. She had no idea how it happened. I do, she took her cushion out of the bank and the bank gave her a "complimentary" overdraft protection. Did you know that if you use your TD Banknorth debit card they will approve every transaction even if you don't have enough money in your account. Say you go to the store and spend 3 bucks on a coffee. You have 2 bucks in your account because a deposit you had made didn't register with the bank... you believe you have money in the account and use it. Well, according to the bank you don't. The bank charges you 35 bucks for the "convenience" of not being denied when you are checking out at the store.


Some convenience... in my opinion, it's robbery.


Banks everywhere are making billions of dollars off these damn late fees. They are stealing the money from the very people who gave them the damn bail out. As though we haven't given them enough money, they need to work to get it all! Ok... getting off topic here on a rant.


My mom has been pretty upset with TD Banknorth and believes the bank stole her money and she wants it back.


This brings us back to last Tuesday, the day I took my mom to her former Credit Union. She was upset on the drive to the bank. I think she thought she was going to TD Banknorth, even though she saw that we were going in to her former bank.


Sitting with the Credit Union manager, my mom kept thinking she was at TD Banknorth and she wanted her money back from all the late fees that they had charged her. It was stressful for her. It was at the bank that I saw my mom switch from normal mom to demented mom.


Mom began to hallucinate again after the bank visit. I ran out of Helleborus Niger, a homeopathic remedy to help her with confusion. Damn!


My mom got crazier and crazier as the week went on.


I cried for 2 days. Looking back I believe I cried because I felt defeated. I am exhausted and need a break from my crazy mom. But, my crazy demented mom was back anyway and she didn't know who I was. The man was back, the midgets were back... all of her haunts were back with a vengeance. CRAP!


Crying wasn't helping, it was making me feel worse and in turn, my mom was worse... so I sucked it up and told myself that I had to pull myself together. I noticed that my emotions and mood effect my mom. She's like a damn magnet for emotions. Happy emotions make her happy, stressed out emotions make her super stressed and crazy. This is a true lesson in patience.


I had to end the vicious cycle.


I had run out of helleborus so we needed to make a special trip to the only pharmacy around that sells it. Big time bummer when we got to the store and the pharmacist told me that he was all out of the 30 c strength. Damn! they did had 6c strength so I got it.


Immediately my mom took her 5 pellets and put them under her tongue to dissolve. I told her that she would probably need to take more but we'd play it all by ear. She agreed.


At one point this week I took her to a shoe store and she started to hallucinate in the store! She was seeing monsters come out of the shoes. Man, how do I respond to her monsters?


I gave her more Helleborus.


The more that I gave her, the better she was getting.


That was until I told her that we were going to Maine to visit her grandchildren. She was so confused. She thought she was staying overnight and insisted on taking a clean shirt, her toothbrush and tooth paste with her when she was just going to the hairdresser on Saturday morning.


Finally, it was time to head up to Maine to celebrate my Great Nephew's first birthday. I prepared some food to bring to the party that was gluten free, I wanted to make sure that my mom had food that wouldn't give her the crazies.


It is a long drive up to my nephew's house, just about 2 and a half hour drive one way. We picked up my sister Donna on the way up north and got to the party late, about 1:30pm.


Of course it was awesome seeing everyone. My great nephew didn't disappoint anyone, just 1 year old and he was dancing up a storm. So darn cute. Here's the little guy DANCING on his first birthday ... he just learned how to walk! I wonder if he's a future dance protege?



My mom had a great time visiting with everyone and seeing her little Great Grandson.


We got on the road much later than we had intended. On the drive home my mom fell asleep and then she woke up talking to faces in the trees. I knew at that moment we could potentially be in for a rough night. Donna had no idea, she just laughed thinking that it was funny. It was funny but when it happens at 2am, it's not very funny at all.


My mom was so confused by the time she got home she had no idea where she was. She didn't recognize her home. She didn't recognize me.


After driving for almost 6 hours I was exhausted. I couldn't wait to get home and have a glass of wine. I had eyed the bottle of one of my favorite wines on the shelf and told myself that a glass would be my reward for the long day of driving.


However, things didn't work out the way that I had planned earlier in the day. The bottle stayed on the shelf that night because I needed my wits about me. My mom was in total dementia land.


I came into our bedroom and said to my husband, "Well, we're in for a rough one tonight! I'll need to sleep on the sofa downstairs." Oh well, so much for a night cap of a fine glass of wine with my dear sweet husband.


I was beyond tired at this point; I set myself up on the couch. I gave my mom a Melatonin tablet and within minutes she was snoring gently. The sound of her breathing put me to sleep.


5am Sunday morning.


SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK


I woke up. I stopped and listened to see if the squeaking floor woke her from her sleep. It was silent. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Several minutes pass.


SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK... mumbled voices .... light flips on to the stairwell. I see my mom's feet coming down the stairs. She sees me and is ready to walk off the stairs. I instruct her to hold the railing with both hands and come down slowly. She does. She tells me that she's very tired. I tell her in a calm voice not to worry, everything will be OK and I tucked her in.


I couldn't take the couch anymore so I went upstairs and laid in my bed for a 2 hour nap. I didn't sleep very soundly the night before, mostly because I was worried about my mom.


My mom didn't wake up until 10:30am. I waited in the living room next to her bedroom for her to wake up. I was anxious to see if the Helleborus Niger was starting to kick in and pull her out of her state of confusion as it has so many times before. She woke up and to my delight she was more clear. Yay!


I gave her more helleborus, this time I gave her the water that the Naturopathic doctor told me how to make for her. It was made with the 30c strength Helleborus.


As the day went on, she became more and more clear. She started to laugh at her own insanity. Yay! My mom was on her way back.


When Brian finally woke up I asked him why he was walking on the dining room floor at 5am when he knows the squeaking wakes up my mom. He said, "Well, it wasn't me. It was your mom." He continued, "I was laying in bed and I heard a loud tinkling noise coming from the bathroom. I thought to myself, Sue never leaves the door open. Then, out comes your mom, walking toward the bed, taking a right turn like she would out of her own bathroom. "


Brian got up and lead her down the hall. He turned on the light so that my mom could see where she was going.


Last night, after I gave my mom a little more helleborus water, she came back fully. I told my mom about her wandering in to our bathroom earlier in the morning. She had no memory of it.


Wednesday we finally see a neurologist. We'll get the answers we need so that she feels good all the time. Of course I did some research of my own and I'm beginning to wonder if my mom has narcolepsy. She hallucinates just before she goes to sleep and just upon waking - a symptom of narcolepsy.


Stay tuned, soon we'll know what's going on in little Josie's brain.

Healthcare for Profit Doesn't Work

Yesterday I went and picked up Uncle Al so that I could take him out for the day.

It was a beautiful day to sit in my back yard. The temperature was perfect and the sounds of nature were like an orchestra of soothing music for our souls. Uncle Al sat in the back yard and enjoyed the quiet. He was away from the beeps and sirens that are prevalent throughout the nursing home. Makes me wonder if the beeps and sirens contribute to his dementia because they are keeping him from getting his rest.

My mom also had a hairdresser appointment yesterday, her standing 12 noon appointment every Monday to get her hair done. I dropped her off at the salon and I took Uncle Al over to the local hardware store to walk around and get some exercise.

He always enjoyed the trips we took to the store last winter when we'd go for a change of scenery and a little exercise. I'd have Uncle Al push the little cart and he'd follow me up and down the aisles, occassionally he'd stop and pick something up to look at it.

The hardware store walks inspired Uncle Al to dream about the day he gets out of the nursing home and buys himself a car. He told me that he wants to work at the hardware store because it's not far from my house. Uncle Al expects to live with me.

Yesterday Uncle Al had trouble walking the store like he has done so many times before. His legs got sore and tired. He was winded. He just couldn't walk.

I felt badly, mostly because I can see how much he's declined in just one month. Uncle Al was out of it all day. His sentences didn't make sense. He strung words together that didn't provide any clues as to what he was trying to tell me.

He did get his haircut yesterday. When we went to pick up my mom, the hairdresser had time to cut his hair so Uncle Al got a much needed haircut.

Uncle Al was hard to manage yesterday. He plants his feet in the ground like tree roots. It's almost impossible to move him unless he moves himself. He forgot how to sit down at one point during the day. My mom couldn't handle it so she excused herself and went inside to play her piano.

I sat on the patio with Uncle Al. We sat and enjoyed the birds singing and chirping. It was very calming.

My mother in law Rachel came out to the patio to say hello to Uncle Al. He was looking at her but didn't appear to see her. Instead, he picked up my hand and started to talk to it like it was a phone. Rachel would say something to Uncle Al and he'd answer her using my hand as a microphone device. It was all I could do not to laugh. It wasn't funny, but I wanted to laugh. I didn't.

Now, we have 2 siblings, my mom and Uncle Al. Both with similar health conditions. My mom is being treated with all natural treatments and a balanced diet that promotes health. Uncle Al? He's being fed the pharma drugs and nursing home foods which are loaded with wheat gluten and other processed crap. His "acceptable" blood sugar range is up to 400!

How can nursing homes be good places to put our elders when they are fed garbage? Yesterday Uncle Al's blood sugar reading was 317... alarmingly high by my standards.

More and more it seems like we are all the pons for the insurance and pharmaceutical giants. People are not getting well. They are being put on a subscription prescription plan which makes them get so sick that they need a nursing home and eventually die.

The only winners here appear to be the people making money off the hides of the aged and sick. No wonder the news media is fighting the public healthcare option, because the big conglomerates pay them money to show their ads that tell people to "ask your doctor." Really? Since when is it OK for us to diagnose ourselves?

If we asked our doctor about herbal treatments he'd tell you that the dosages can't be consistent, blah blah. I don't buy any of this anymore because I'm seeing for myself that the traditional stuff turns you into Uncle Al and the natural treatments in conjunction with traditional doctoring has brought my mom back.

One day we'll all look back at this time in history and realize how barbaric our healthcare system is. Currently, healthcare is a for profit business with our health as their target to increase their bottom line. No wonder the doctors are pushing the latest drugs on us, they are working to keep their jobs secure by making us all sick!

So... are you going to sit back and let them kill you slowly or are you going to stand up, take charge of your life and question, question, question. Just because a doctor writes a prescription for you, it doesn't mean you have to take it. Ask questions. Find alternatives. It's your health... it's your life.

When it comes right down to it, YOU hold the power to your own health in your hands.

Hypnagogic Hallucinations

My mom seems to hallucinate during the day when she is bored and takes cat naps. It's when she wakes up from the cat naps that she thinks she's seeing people or things moving, like her door knob on her bedroom door.

It is disturbing when she hallucinates because she believes what she saw is real and trying to tell her otherwise is a futile effort.

I did a search again, "what causes hallucinations" and I found a condition called Hypnagogic Hallucinations. The article that I read describes my mom's hallucinations. http://neurology.health-cares.net/hypnagogic-hallucination.php

Hypnagogic Hallucinations come on at sleep onset and just as one is waking. The episodes can be frightening as the article states. I've seen my mom get really scared.

One thing that I do notice, the hallucinations are fewer and fewer now that she's off gluten.

Other than the occassional hallucinations, my mom is doing fabulous. Her fasting blood sugar is now in the 80's every morning and her blood pressure is starting to come down. She's exercising every day on the treadmill, sweeping the patio and front walkway, doing laundry and vacuuming her bedroom. All of these tasks she wasn't able to do on her own just a few weeks ago.

Once we cut out gluten from her diet, my mom became more sane and is able to communicate with everyone around her.

How I Confronted My Mom's Dementia

Dementia is a pretty "crazy" illness in every sense of the word. It is such a powerful disfunction of the mind that it appears to be contagious, just like when you watch someone else yawn... it makes you yawn.

I found that if I looked at my moms episodes at face value, I would get sucked in and experience a form of my own dementia. Arguing with her about the validity of her hallucinations didn't work out too well, because her power of belief was stronger than the logical reasoning that I was attempting to share with her.

It is tough being a caregiver to a demented parent. There is NO question about this fact; it's probably why so many elders end up in nursing homes. I understand how and why people put their parents in homes.

I also can understand why people do not put their parents in a home when they really should be admitted into a long term care facility.

Personally, I thought about both options, putting mom in a home and trying to find a solution to keep her living in my home with my family and me.

When I thought about putting her in a home I lost sleep at night. I thought about Uncle Al in the nursing home and how he never seems to get enough sleep. He appears out of it most of the time. Visions of the elderly women screaming for me to help them haunted me. I knew I needed to find a solution to keep her home with me.

Patience is absolutely the most important quality that a caregiver needs to practice. It can be extremely difficult when my mom is moving in slow motion and I'm fired up and ready to run a race. But, like the old story of the turtle and the hare, slow and steady wins the race.

Slowly we made changes. I watched my attitude because I noticed that my energy affects my mom.

I looked for answers to solve all of her problems by getting to the root cause.

Fortunately, I believe we found that the solution I am seeking will come out of my kitchen. Through a good gluten free diet, balanced nutrition and exercise, mom will stay home with us.

I want more of you...

This afternoon I got a call from the nursing home where Uncle Al is living. I haven't seen him for a few weeks because I needed a break and time for myself.

The nurse on the other end asked me if I wanted to take Uncle Al to the eye doctor. Of course I said yes. I took down the information and asked to speak to Uncle Al.

Uncle Al is such a dramatic actor, one can clearly see that his sun sign is Leo just by his drama. Today he didn't disappoint me, I got a big "Oh Sue! Thank GOD! Ohhhhh (sweet soft voice) please tell me you are coming tomorrow... ohhhhh, please Sueeeeeee." I said, "No, not tomorrow but Monday."

That news made him so happy.

Then he said,

"Oh, I want more of you.... Oh wait! Oh my God! That sounded dirty!!!! Oh my God. I wonder if anyone heard me. They'll get the wrong idea. That's not what I meant!!!"

He was panic stricken thinking that the nurses thought he was hitting on his niece. All I could do was laugh out loud until tears came out of my eyes.

Fortunately he has dementia so he forgot what he was worried about with in seconds. Then he said, "Oh, I have great news!"

I said, "Oh ya, what?"

He said, "Sue's coming to get me on Monday!"

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Last night I went down to my mom's room to check on her and see how she was doing after dinner.

She was doing great physically but she was confused. My first reaction was.. "oh no, what did I feed her?" But as she spoke, I realized that my mom is just confused about not having hallucinations.

She said to me, "Susie, tell me something, I'm confused, where did all the people go?"

I am not sure but I think my mom's been seeing people for so long that now that they've gone she's starting to realize that they were never really there.

This morning she woke up in a happy mood with great morning readings for her blood sugar and blood pressure.

Today is a GREAT day!

Creating a New Reality

For years I've been interested in the mind and how it works. No wonder I was blessed with the opportunity to experience dementia as a caregiver to my dear little mom.

Through my years of study and practice, I've come to realize that sanity is a fine line that we walk every day. The smallest disturbance, just like throwing a pebble into a pond, creates ripples (wave effect.) This wave effect is symbolic of the ups and downs of life. When our bodies and minds are not up to par, the effects can be devastating.

My mom crossed the sanity line this last year more times than I care to mention, however there are several episodes that I have commented on in previous posts. There came a day not too long ago when I just couldn't believe how my life got to the point where I was unemployed and caring for a crazy person.

It was at this cross roads when I went back and re-read an ebook that I had written back in 2002. I decided to create a new reality for myself. I'm happy to report, things in my life are working out better than I had expected.

After 9/11 when I was laid off from my job as a Systems Engineer, selling software, I wrote my first e-book, "How to Overcome the Unemployment Blues and Make Money Doing It!"

Writing helped me to get through the tough financial times that I was experiencing. I didn't sell many copies, but I did help myself and a few others along the way. The act of giving to others when I needed help myself, gave me the inner power I needed to get up on the next fun wave of life.

We can change our lives through the power of our minds. Our mind is our most powerful tool. Before anything becomes a reality, it begins with a thought. A quilter creates patterns out of fabric and sews them together to create beautiful functional art... the resulting quilts began with an idea, a thought.

Everything begins with a thought, even subconscious thoughts. What we think today is what will become our reality tomorrow.

What are you thinking right now?

Hope it's good thoughts which will create a really great tomorrow for you. Thoughts are real.

Today, I will write a new movie script since my last script is coming to its end. It's exciting to know that today is a new beginning where I have the ability through my mind power to manifest a great new adventure.

Hmmmm.... where do I begin? At the end!

Happy Birthday Joe!

Today is my first nephew's birthday, he is 36.

I was 13 when Joe was born. It was exciting to be an Auntie at 13. I loved dolls and Joe was like a real living doll... ooooo goody... a baby!

Fortunately, I learned quickly that babies are not glamorous, they are messy. They poop and vomit at the worst possible time. Sometimes I even think little baby boys know what they're doing when they aim their little pee-pee for your face and give you a golden squirt in the face.

Thanks to my nephews Joe and Drew (Joe's brother) that I chose to go down the career path instead of raising a family. Kids are great but not on a daily basis so I vowed to be the best Aunt ever.

Who knows if I succeeded at being a great Aunt, but we did have lots of fun making crafts and writing stories. Thank you for helping me to get the mothering out of my system, if it wasn't for you and Drew, I may have gone down the family path and never allowed the opportunity to help Gram restore her health.

You are brilliant in every way, Happy Birthday Joe!

What causes constipation?

At one time or another, we've all suffered from a bout with constipation. There's nothing worse than a back up of our digestive system, it throws everything in your body off kilter, including your thinking. Constipation clouds the mind.

It's what you eat that matters and allows you to keep yourself healthy and things moving freely as the body is designed to do.

Gluten is not very good for us to ingest, even though there's nothing more tasty than a well made cheese pizza from a local pizzeria that bakes it in an open brick oven. How about the smell of freshly baked bread... oh, the smells that trigger comfort memories from years gone by.

How can one eliminate gluten? This is my latest puzzle that I'm attempting to solve.

I've been experimenting with making up new recipes that are gluten free. I've been cooking with more grains like Quinoa, Millet and Amaranth. The bread and cookies that I made so far are very tasty. Mmmm good tasty.

My mom loved the gluten free bread and cookies that I was creating, I felt I had achieved a form of success that doesn't come too often in life. Everyone in my house loved the gluten free treats.

I suppose we over did it with the treats which is proof that too much of anything isn't good for you and can cause constipation. Just like putting too much stuff in a closet makes the closet appear constipated, putting too much of one thing into your body can clog your system

I found a very interesting webpage that talks about constipation so I thought I'd share it with you. http://www.newtreatments.org/doc.php/WisdomExperience/176

There's got to be a solution. Thousands of years ago people survived by eating off the land, they didn't have boxes of food stuffs.

My goal is to tap into the ancient knowledge of village chefs and recreate meals that go in, do their good and then exit gently.

Key to good health: YOU

Yesterday while I was canning "B" rated tomatoes and peaches that I bought from a local farm stand, I thought about my mom and the road we've travelled together to help her restore her health.

There's no one magic bullet, no single miracle cure for what ails her. Reflecting back over the 2 years when we first embarked on this incredible journey together, my mom began to make some lifestyle changes soon after she had her pacemaker installed.

The thought of injecting herself with synthetic insulin depressed her and the more she injected herself, the more she wanted to kick the needle.

I helped her. Not as much as I should have, but I did help a little. I travelled a lot for my job so it was super tough to monitor what she was buying and eating while I was away. My mom did the best she could and began to wean herself off insulin by reducing the amount and type of food that she was eating.

Meat and vegetables were good choices, always leaving her blood glucose numbers lower than meals where she ate starchy foods loaded with simple carbs. She ate lots of Activia Yogurt too. She bought so much yogurt that often I'd open the door to the refrigerator and yogurts would come flying out of the ice box and splat on the floor. It was annoying and one of my biggest gripes, too many flying yogurt containers!

Gradually mom began to reduce the amount of insulin she was injecting into herself. She would have the spikes up and down the charts that would cause her to shake or hallucinate. Too low her body would shake, too high and she would hallucinate which would send her running through the house screaming about something that frightened her.

Obviously, she hated how she was feeling and didn't want to live like that anymore. She asked me to help her.

I did. I stepped it up. I began to make sure that my mom was eating better food that was more nutritious and taught her through her own body how food effects her blood sugar.

Life happened and our world was turned upside down. We sold my house and moved. My mom got wicked confused and wasn't able to find her way home when she was out driving. She drove by the house over and over again not knowing that she had made it to her destination. Mom stopped driving... thank God.

In January of this year my husband suggested that I write a blog about my experiences, he felt it would help me with my caregiving duties. So... I began to write.

Writing about my experiences helps a lot. Who knows if anyone will read my prose and gain any insight, but it sure did act as a tool to help us get over the tough spots.

There were times that I felt like giving up on my mom, but there was something deep inside of me that wouldn't allow me to throw in the towel. Not yet.

Thankfully, I persisted and looked for alternative solutions to my problem. I did the proverbial "look outside the box" that was so often preached to me when I worked for GE back in the early days of my career.

I'm not sure if it's too soon to claim victory over my mom's dementia, but I'm beginning to feel more confident that she is well on her way to having good health in her 80's.

Nutrition, diet, exercise and relaxation all contributed to my mom's recovery from diabetes. She started with nutrition. Cut out bread and pasta. Eat complex carbs like legumes. If the carbs are too high, use fenugreek to help the body absorb the sugar from the carbohydrates slowly into the blood stream. Fenugreek helps to avoid the spikes in blood sugar. It's a great supplement to help regulate blood sugar and get off synthetic insulin. Fenugreek also seems to repair the pancreas, cleaning up the system so that insulin resistance is reversed.

Spice up foods with spices and herbs that lower blood sugar, they will also help you to kick the simple carbohydrate habit.

Walk every day. Start slow and form a habit, get into a routine and soon you'll be jogging around the block.

Do things for fun. Play a music instrument, write, read, sew, garden... there are so many things that we can do for enjoyment. Having fun and laughing is very important.

Socialize. Get out and talk to people.

11 Days

It's been 11 days since my mom has eaten any gluten. It has been 11 days since she's had any hallucinations.

Mom's mental clarity is improving every day that she doesn't ingest gluten. To me it is miraculous. I had done my research on dementia and knew that there wasn't much hope for mom to find her mind once she lost it.

Sending my mom to a nursing home freaked me out. I had to find a solution that would keep everyone happy.

Thank God we found her a Naturopath Doctor who suggested Gluten Associated Dementia could be the root of my mom's mental disorder. He suggested that we stop all gluten for 2 weeks and see what happens. Well, it's been 9 days and my mom is doing great!

I woke up this morning thinking I heard her screaming for me. I ran downstairs to her room and she came out of her room with a big smile and a warm "good morning" greeting.

Seems that I am suffering from a sort of caregiver post traumatic stress syndrome. I have been so accustomed to my mom's dementia that it's taking me a little while to get used to the idea that she sent her imaginary visitors packing!