Continuing down the path to find a diagnosis...

We lucked out and got another appointment with the neuropsych dr. the following week on 9/23/13.  My uncle took him to this appointment.  He said he basically read from the summary sheet I wrote up to explain what we have been seeing.  It's so hard to explain the changes from before and after in a short appointment and get the severity across - all in front of the patient.  The more that I read about FTD and other families experiences with the disease, these symptoms sound like the classic textbook case.  Here were some points that were noted:

• Complete personality change over the past 5+ years. Has worsened in the past 6 mos - year.
• Everything he worked for over the years is gone - all investments and savings, life insurance policies - all cashed out.
• Almost $30,000 in credit card debt.
• Signs up for book clubs, DVD clubs, magazine subscriptions, sweepstakes scams - any junk mail he receives, he will send in a check and join.
• Liens filed on his business for unpaid payroll taxes.
• House looks like a hoarders nightmare with years worth of mail piled up.
• Doesn't appear to understand how to control the spending in his bank accounts - overdraws his account monthly, spends twice as much as is going in.
• A female is exploiting him and he consents to everything - checks written to her, credit cards opened for her, she keeps his car for her own personal use, goes into his bank with her so he can withdrawal money for her.
• Spends the day doing crossword puzzles, talks to himself, shuts down when you try to bring anything up, doesn't appear to comprehend the severity of the situation.
• Living conditions are unsafe, hygiene is bad, he is not the same person he once was.

These points were read to the doctor in front of my dad who didn't appear to react to any of them.  The neuropsych set up a cognitive assessment to aid in his diagnosis.

Upon leaving, my uncle did not know how my dad would react.  But it appeared to not phase him at all.  All he said on the way to the elevator was that he thought it went well...yet another point to add to the expanding list of strange behaviors.

Getting Caught Up...

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted.  I’ve had thoughts over the past few months of what I wanted to write about so we wouldn’t forget later on.  But things just got too busy, and it got harder and harder to get back here.  I realized with my visit this past week that things have kind of come full circle since I last posted.  So that helped me come on here to get back on track.

Back in the Fall I started visiting my dad on my own for a short weekday visit while everyone else was at work and my kids were at school.  I was nervous about it at first.  I figured it would be awkward and I wouldn’t know what to talk about.  Plus I was afraid if he was having a bad day and hard to re-direct, that maybe I wouldn’t be able to get him back by myself.  He’s still my dad and I’m still the kid, so I find it hard being the one in charge.  If he tells me he wants to stay and shoot another game even when it’s time to leave, or that he wants me to get him his 1000^th cup of coffee, it’s hard for me to say no!  But it turns out I really enjoyed these visits.  He was so happy to see me and appreciative to get out and play pool.  Even though I’m really really bad.  He always helped tell me what I should shoot and was conversational about family and things.  He seemed genuinely interested.  Complete turnaround from before the disease.  I found myself looking forward to these one on one visits.  I’m grateful that we were able to figure this disease out when we did, or we’d never have this time to come to terms with everything.

These visits came to an abrupt halt when there was a flu epidemic running through his unit before Christmas.  He ended up getting it, but from my phone calls to the staff it sounded like he was fine and handled it well.  We still waited 3-4 weeks to get back there because it was spreading through the facility.  They even had to postpone the holiday party for families.  When we went back, he was a different person.  We had read that an illness can cause a setback.  That it takes so much energy to heal and get well, that everything else suffers – they are more confused and appear worse-off with the dementia.  It’s unclear if these setbacks are temporary or permanent. 

He definitely had a setback.  He was very tired, didn’t really light up when seeing us, was more confused and very hard to get moving.  He’d get “stuck” when he was supposed to do something like take his turn.  He’d say ok, but then continue to just sit.  His cough was horrible and his appetite seemed weak.  The snacks he usually goes through in less than a week were still there from our previous visits.  It was sad and scary that maybe the visits we looked forward to, were now going to change.  When it was time to leave, he was very hard to get back.  He was just “stuck”. 

After Christmas we visited and brought him a tablet.  We put a few games on it, hoping it would give him something else to do.  We also set up an email account, but figured that might be something more advanced he might not be able to handle.  It turns out it just wasn’t something he was able to connect with.  I really think if we had given it to him before he got the flu, he may have been able to handle it.  But not after the recent setback.  These last couple visits were more sad and depressing.  But it was encouraging that he did seem a little improved each time.

I called to speak to the social worker to see if they’d noticed the decline and if they could tell us anything more.  They had basically seen what we had, but kept saying it was normal.  She also said that sometimes he gets confused and will come out not completely dressed, and that morning at breakfast he showed up without his pants on.  She said it was no big deal, that it’s very normal with the disease.  They just re-directed him back to his room and helped him get dressed.  I get that it is “normal”, but it’s not normal for him.  To me it’s another regression.  And he’s 65, not 85.  So it’s really hard to hear.

 

Now it’s been about 2 months since he was sick.  And I think it’s safe to say he has turned the corner and bounced back.  Yes he is still a little more confused, and I think in general the disease is still slowly progressing.  But I went for a solo visit again this week and he was great.  So happy and upbeat, he kept thanking me for coming and he didn’t act tired or “scary”.  It was such a huge relief.  Because seeing him the way he was before was just hard.  I know he’s going to get worse, but we hope we can have more time with him before that happens.

There have been some changes in the past few weeks.  The activities coordinator from his unit retired, so they hired someone new.  I’ve heard that she is really good and has been getting the guys involved in different things.  When I got there this week, all the guys were in the dining hall finishing up the personal pizzas she had helped them make.  It looked so fun and seemed like a really good idea.  I’m interested to hear more about what she does with them.  Especially as the weather gets nicer and they can go outside again.

My dad also had the opportunity to move into a single room.  I wasn’t sure if he would want to because he’s so set on his routine.  But he ended up making the switch, and we are all so happy with it.  Now we can bring some more personal things for him to hang up.  He has a nice view of the courtyard and was already commenting on certain people he sees out there regularly.  So it seems he already has a new routine and is doing well with the move.

 

So a couple things to note from my visit this week…after I pulled him out of the lunch room, we got his pool stick and started to head out.  He got sidetracked by the big screen tv because Dr. Oz was on and he really likes that show now.  I remember him saying that in the Fall, so I guess it’s part of his daily routine to watch Dr. Oz now.  I like to hear these little tidbits about his day.  It helps to know he’s doing something and has things to look forward to.

It was hard to get him on task when it was time to leave.  I can’t even explain why it’s so hard.  It just is.  It takes a lot of re-directing and being firm.  Then, once you think he gets it and is ready to comply, he’ll ask again “so do you want to shoot one more game?” And then you have to explain again how he’s going to be late for lunch.  And he’ll say ok, and then sit down and crack open a can of pop and light up a cigarette…I finally got him to agree to come by talking him into getting a coffee on the walk back.  

Once we finally got going he stopped by the tv again to watch a St. Jude commercial.  They were showing kids with cancer and it was hard for me to watch.  I didn’t expect it to phase him.  After all, the emotional feeling is supposed to be long gone with FTD.  But he stopped to watch and commented how hard it is to see those kids like that.  I was surprised, and almost wanted to change the subject before he ruined the moment and said something inappropriate to follow it up.  But it seemed genuine so I’ll take it. 

 

Then that was ruined on the walk back as we passed a large woman riding a floor cleaner.  She stopped to let us pass, smiled and said hi.  As we passed dad was like “Wow.  That woman is almost as big as that floor machine!” I pray she did not hear.  From an outsider it would be almost comical, because he’s not looking too slim himself these days.  Not to mention, he was wearing a sweatshirt that didn’t quite cover his belly.  But that’s the disease.  We stopped for his coffee and as we continued to walk, I stopped to check the time and bumped into him, spilling his coffee over his hand and arm.  I felt so bad.  But he didn’t even flinch and didn’t mind at all.  The coffee was fresh from the pot 2 minutes ago.  I guess it’s really true that he just does not feel temperature the same anymore. 

When we finally got back to his room I told him I wanted to clean it up a bit while he went to lunch.  It’s always hard to get him to just leave as I’m still there.  I started stacking up magazines that he’d been hoarding so I could take them home and get rid of them.  The one I pulled out on top had Elle MacPherson on the cover.  He saw it and was like “WOAH!  Who is that????”  all googly-eyed like a 13 year old boy.  So that’s always fun to hear from your dad.  Again, distraction, it’s all you can do. 

 

Then I discovered a note pad on his desk with some things written on it.  I saw he had some tv shows with times and channels written on it.  Dr. Oz, The Big Bang Theory…and then my heart sunk.  At the bottom of the pad was the phone number of that “woman”.  The one who took advantage of him and got ahold of all his money…the one who had tried calling the facility a couple times to speak to him.  I have no idea where this number came from.  I tried to sneak through his phone real quick to check the call log, but didn’t have a lot of time at this point.  I didn’t want to keep him from lunch.  I didn’t want to come out and ask him and remind him of her.  So I tore the number off and took it with me.  I’m completely baffled because he doesn’t know his cell number, so she couldn’t have called him on it.  If she called at the front desk, we’re supposed to be notified.  And I don’t see him remembering her number long enough to go back to his room and write it down.  So we’ve got some investigating to do…

 

9/3/13 First appointment towards finding the diagnosis

I've been doing a bad job at going back in time and putting some of the back story on here.  There is so much to this.  Not just the present situation, but how we came to the diagnosis, and some of the horrible incidents that happened long before we knew he was sick.  It tore the family apart and took many years to figure out why.  I always used to pray that we would some day find out that he felt bad for all that he did, and how he treated the family.  I just wanted to know that he recognized it and felt remorse, even if he couldn't ever admit it to us.  Never did I expect it to be a disease like this.  I should be relieved that it wasn't his fault.  But it just makes me more sad that this disease had to come in and ruin half his life.  And he has no idea.  With it being Veteran's Day, it made me think a lot about him.  Growing up, I never used to give much thought about his service in Vietnam.  It was something he never talked about.  But the older I get and I am able to understand and appreciate what these veterans have done for us, I am truly proud of him.  I also can't help but wonder if this disease stemmed from him being in Vietnam.  How unfair for a person to be drafted, go to war, and then end up with this horrible life-altering disease because of it?  We will never know.  Unless of course another family member gets it and we discover it is genetic.  Either way, it's unbearable.

So getting back to his very first appointment leading to his diagnosis.  It was with a social worker from the VA on September 3, 2013.  My Uncle took him to the appointment with my one page summary of his symptoms - recent and past  - in hand.  Here is an email I sent my family about it after I had spoken to the social worker after his appointment:

Dad signed a consent form so that she could speak with family members for his health issues, so she was able to call me and talk.  I think this stands for all his future medical care.  She said he wasn't very forthcoming, which isn't surprising.  And not new to her either, dealing with all personality types there.  She picked up on his hygiene/appearance.  He told her he showers daily, and she tried to put it tactfully that she didn't think he showered today.  He told her he drinks 2-3 beers/day.  I told her that isn't true, and she knows she can't go off what a patient says, she said they lie all the time.  She said she gave him a memory test.  It doesn't hold a lot of weight in diagnostic testing, but he did poorly on it.  She said it's obvious (X - insert name of woman who took advantage of him) is involved big time and she feels she is exploiting him.  She said she called twice while he was in the appointment, and it was clear she didn't want him there.  (Strange how he answers mid-session).  I think his issue is he shuts down when he's asked questions like this, but since he wasn't able to go out and smoke or dive into a crossword puzzle, this was tough for him.  I think he shut down by not having a lot to say.  She said she's going to write it all up to his doctor and see if she can get him in sooner, and get him in for blood work also - that should be done through some sort of geriatric testing, but he needs the papers from his doctor.  I asked if she could have the dr. call me if we can schedule him sooner, because calling dad won't do any good.  Especially if X has anything to say about it.  The social worker wants to give Adult Protective Services a call.  She thinks its warranted in his case - even if I said no, she would probably be obligated to call based on what she found today.  It may speed things along, and at the least help us get guardianship over his finances sooner.  My other thought, is would he just sign that over to us right now?  Not really sure what he needs to sign, or how that is done.  I guess that would be another call to the attorney's office.

And here was my uncle's perspective after the appointment:

I took your dad to his VA appointment today - he was a little puzzled about the reason for the interview but co-operated when I explained we were going to initiate the process toward additional VA benefits. He indicated that X had already told him that she felt there were opportunities for further benefits.

We met with the social worker and I explained to her in detail the circumstances of your dad's financial and behavioral problems. I described his relationship with X and the apparent level of control she has over him.  I tried to make clear the extent to which we feel she has taken control of his life.   Your dad was surprisingly unresponsive during my presentation and offered very little comment. Ironically, during the interview, X called your dad's cell and her tone and demeanor toward him during the call (the phone volume was high enough for all to hear) spoke volumes to support our description of X and her influence over your dad. Incredibly, she even called back minutes later with a "furthermore".  The social worker was taking notes throughout -- the episode was not lost on her.

She got your dad to agree to respond to a lengthy series of oral questions - a psychological and cognitive assessment I imagine. -- he was a little irritated by some of the questions but completed the test anyway.

She feels it is necessary to accelerate the time until his next doctor visit. She said she will arrange this with the doctor and call us to advise the new date for the examination. Your dad was agreeable to this and said he would co-operate.

She also got him to sign a consent form which allows the VA to share his medical records and evaluations with you, your sister and myself.

So, that is how today went.

Let me know if any questions.

 

Looking back at this, I still can't believe how "easy" it was.  He cooperated for every appointment along the way, but we worried the whole time he would not.  He hated doctors and never went.  I think it was a fear thing.  It was so strange to us that he kept going.  We started out being kind of sneaky about it trying to almost trick him into going.  But we soon realized that wasn't necessary and he almost looked forward to getting out of the house and going.  It was such a blessing in the end.  The next appointment on the agenda was with the neuropsych on 9/16...

One small step at a time...

After discovering the state my dad and his house were in that first weekend, we needed a plan of attack.  Here is the first of many lists I started:

1)      Get electricity back on

2)      Go through bags of mail and business papers and random notes to get a sense of what might be going on and where everything stands financially

3)      Set up new bank account and try to limit access to it

4)      Set up medical appointments through the VA

5)      Schedule appointment with eldercare attorney

My uncle graciously said he would take care of no. 1 first thing Monday morning.  He also said once we had a doctor’s appointment set up, he would be happy to take him to the appointment.

So I started with 2.  I wish I had taken a picture of all the bags to show how bad it was.  But here's a sampling...

 



 

Yes, I even used empty beer cases to tote the papers home...

 

 

 It took about a week to sort through everything in piles from medical, personal finance, business, weird notes, bills (paid and unpaid), and random clubs and subscriptions he signed up for.  As I read through the notes and things he documented, it became clear real fast that there was a woman involved who was taking advantage of him and his situation.  We’ve met her before and had always been suspicious of her.  Now we were seeing firsthand the checks she wrote to herself.  Sometimes he signed them, sometimes she signed them.  The debt uncovered was mind boggling.    After the damage was assessed, I was able to gather what was needed to meet with the eldercare attorney we had recommended to us.  Little did I know what a painstaking process that would become. 

 

Here's the after...

The next step was to get him in for a diagnosis.  I honestly just thought it was depression, maybe mixed with alcohol.  I just figured he didn’t care anymore, and maybe he snapped somewhere along the way and had some sort of mental break.  I also believed the doctors would never be able to figure it out.  Especially at the VA, which was the only place he could afford to go.  I expected to get a clean bill of health that would leave us scratching our heads.  I honestly didn’t know where to begin.   I started with his primary care physician who speedily squeezed us in for 10/23…when I had called on 8/29.  Sorry, not good enough.  I called a VA social worker and left a 5 minute message on her voicemail, trying to explain a lifetime into a single message.  She called me back and got us in 9/3 to meet with her.  I also left a similar bumbling message for one of the neuropsychologists and scored an appointment for 9/16.  My uncle planned to take my dad to the 9/3 visit with the social worker.  I had no idea how to explain the behavior we were seeing.  How to portray the severity of the difference between the way my dad is now compared to how he used to be.  At an appointment that took place in front of my dad.  So I wrote up a 1 page summary for my uncle to take with him and hoped that maybe he could show the therapist in private.  Now we just had to figure out how we were going to get my dad to agree to go, and not let the woman taking advantage of him find out about it, so she couldn’t talk him out of it.

VA2K - Surprise Weekday Visit

We saw in the VA newsletter that they were having a 1 mile-ish (actually, a 2K) walk on 5/21.  We thought this might be a nice way to get dad outside and enjoy some of the nice grounds of the facility, so we decided to go for a visit.  When we got there we realized it might be tough to get dad to change his routine and spend part of the day outside, rather than shooting pool during our visit.  He really seemed to have no interest in getting outside and leaving the pool table.  We decided we just needed to be firm and tell him this is what we were doing.  He agreed, so we walked over. 

The facility is so large, it was practically a mile to walk over to the pavilion outside where they had sub sandwiches and some food and music playing for the walkers.   He was dressed in sweats, which was way too warm for the weather.  I was sweating just watching him, but the temperature never seems to bother him.  Once we got to the pavilion we decided to just sit and eat rather than doing the walk.  He had already walked far enough, and we didn’t want to push him too much.  So we got our food and sat at a table and enjoyed the music and sunshine.  It felt like a normal spring day at the park with normal conversation.  He often commented on the different songs, whether he liked them or not, how old they were and who sang them.  It sometimes surprises me how his memory has held up for certain things.

After we ate, we started on the long walk outside again to shoot one more game of pool before we left.  He started saying he needed to use the bathroom.  Which he always does because he drinks 9 cups of coffee and 3 cans of pop and bottles of water and whatever else he can find because he seems to have no sense of fullness when it comes to food and drinks.  He started making grunting noises as he was walking which was a little unsettling.  My sister and I looked at each other like, are we pushing him too much?  Is he too hot?  Is he going to the bathroom right now?  We picked up the pace to get him to a bathroom faster, but he kept saying he would be ok.  He didn't seem anxious about it at all.  But we sure were.  We made it back and all was fine. 

Since this was a weekday, I needed to be back early to get the kids off the bus after school.  I was paying careful attention to the time, and when a game wrapped up around the time we needed to leave, I told dad we needed to get going to get the kids.  He said ok.  But then proceeded to break the balls and start a new game.  I tried again, “dad, we really need to leave because the kids are going to get home and no one is there to get them off the bus. We don’t have time to play a new game.”  He said “oh, ok” but continued to play.  He was pleasant and it didn’t seem like he was trying to be difficult.  I think he was just confused and it just wasn’t getting through to him.  I worried maybe we had pushed him too far off his routine, especially with the heat and the long walk.  So I let it go, let him finish the game and prayed it would be a fast one.  Then we rushed him back to his room.  He seemed more confused than usual and kept forgetting we had just eaten, asking when we were going to lunch and saying we could stop at the cafeteria on the way.  He’s done this before, but this was worse and took a lot more reminding and redirecting than usual.

As we were leaving, one of the nurses made a couple comments to us about some unusual behavior he had been having the past few days.  She mentioned he had seemed more agitated and had been acting out a little with a couple of the other residents, which was very unlike him.  It was unsettling and I had a ton of questions, but we didn’t have time to discuss it much or ask what she meant.  It was kind of a downer after a visit that started out so nice.  There were times being outside on the nice grounds of the facility, where it was easy to forget he is sick.  We left that day realizing it would be unlikely that we would be able to take him offsite for some little day trips this summer like we were hoping to do.

Concerns addressed and dad had some new visitors...

So we’ve had some concerns accumulating about my dad that we wanted to address with the social worker.  We were curious if his showering schedule has increased, or if he was continuing to say he didn’t think he needed one when approached by the staff.  The last time we met we had heard this was the only area of difficulty with him.  We suggested that instead of offering it as a suggestion, to approach it more matter of factly to him.  Don’t treat it like it’s an option and we were sure he would comply. 

We’ve also been a little concerned that his OCD has settled him into his one favorite outfit which includes his winter coat, that he wears zipped up indoors while he waits (daily, we assume) for someone to come visit for the day.  Since we aren’t able to go more often than once a week, it is difficult to picture.  But he seems ok with it.  It’s just his routine.   But now that winter is over, we would really like him to dress weather-appropriate so he doesn’t overheat.  Last time my sister visited, he was very itchy and kept asking her to scratch his back.  This is when she noticed his favorite shirt was not only long sleeved, but fleece lined.

 Cereal bars and crossword puzzles are his favorite requests these days.  Problem is, an entire box of cereal bars will be gone two days later.  If he was given more than one box, those boxes will be gone too.   We found the staff was buying him boxes of these bars during the week, which we are so appreciative of.  But unfortunately he can’t pace himself, so we needed to see if they could spread out the amount they are giving him.

He’s also still complaining about phantom leg pains, that seem to come and go or change legs with each visit.  He never seems to bring it up to the doctor, so when questioned if anything is bothering him he just says no.  Again, so nice that he is agreeable and not a complainer at all.  But we want to make sure they aren’t overlooking anything.  Sometimes he acts like it is very painful.  We can’t help but worry about the later phases of this disease which brings immobility, and we worry if this could be an early sign of what’s to come.

 And the last concern are the cracks in his hands – big deep splits and grooves.  They look horrible and like it’s more than just the cold or smoking.  We thought they would have improved since he doesn’t spend nearly as much time outside in the elements as he used to since he’s been there.  I wince when I take out my purell to use for me and he wants to use it too.  I can only imagine how bad it must burn.  But he doesn’t seem to notice.  Again, we wonder which signals in his brain are functioning, and which might not be.  Maybe it’s not signaling the pain.

 After speaking with the social worker about all these things I felt much better again.  I can’t say enough good things about the staff.  They are always so polite and respectful, and my dad seems really happy with them too.  It’s nice that he knows them all by name and he seems to have a few favorites.  She said they try to be respectful with the vets, but if there are areas we want to push, they will be more than willing to do what we ask.  She said they will just make sure the same outfit he wants to wear won’t be available that day or that they have out something more weather appropriate for him.  She said the showering has still been an issue.  I suggested that if they bribed him with cigarettes, that should do it.  Of course that is not how they typically handle situations by bribing their patients, but if that is what we suggest and we are ok with it, she said they will try it.  It seems like the simplest and least confrontational way to me.  I think if it is just approached more often, it will become a part of his routine – which he is all about.  She mentioned that she will cut back on the cereal bars, since his family is bringing them weekly anyway.  And pretty much anytime he wants a snack, all he has to do is ask.  She checked out his hands and thought it might be the soap they are using, so they ordered some antibiotic cream for him.

I love hearing the little day to day stories when talking to her.  She said he often stops in her office to talk to her.  And he’ll of course ask what snacks she has that day.  So she’ll give him things like carrot sticks, or an orange – which I can’t imagine him actually eating!  But she said that he does.  She said to keep him busy she’ll sometimes give him little tasks to do, like to go and check out the Indians game on t.v. and report back to her on what is happening.  She said she sometimes forgets his illness, because he seems so normal and competent with his ability to do these things.  But like all of us, there are other things that bring us right back to reality.

We went for a visit this weekend, and I noticed that he was dressed in a different outfit and he wasn’t wearing his coat.  When we were signing him out he asked us if he should go get his coat.  It was actually a day he probably could have gotten away with it, but we said he’d be ok for the short walk outside without it and he was fine with it.  So it’s nice that they must have gotten through to him and he didn’t seem to mind.  I did feel slightly guilty like I told on him, or like I’m making things more difficult for him.  These are things in the grand scheme of things aren’t that big of a deal.  And I just want him to be happy.  But luckily he seems to be going with the flow as best he can.

 We brought the kids with us for the first time.  We thought it might be a little intimidating for them, but they did well.  He has never been very conversational with them, especially with the past phases of his illness.  But he did seem happy to see them and he commented that he was happy we brought them.  And he seemed concerned on whether or not they were having fun.  When the day was over he said it looks like they enjoyed themselves.  And he was right.  They had a blast.  They watched him play pool for a little bit, but then I had to move them to a smoke-free area after 45 minutes or so.  So they got a chance to play pool on their own, check out Pogo the parrot, eat some snacks, and play some games.  They were disappointed when it was time to leave, so I think it will be ok to bring them back with us soon.

 

 

August 18, 2013. The Next Day...

So the day after I found my dad in the middle of a giant mess with no utilities, I called in the family to help.  My uncle, one of my dad’s brothers, met my sister and I at my dad’s house the next morning.  At this point none of us knew what was wrong with him.  We didn’t know if we’d be welcome inside.  We didn’t know what he was capable of based on his past mood swings.  Would he actually open up and tell us what was going on?  Would he shut us out and get angry?

My uncle went in alone first.  He offered my dad some help getting the utilities turned back on.  And suggested he take him to the doctor – the VA, to see what kind of benefits he could be eligible for that would help him pay his bills.  My dad seemed agreeable to all of this.  A good sign.  Little did we know he would be agreeable to everything along the way.  But at this point we felt we were treading on thin ice.  We wanted him to let us help, but were worried he would get mad or embarrassed and not let us if we pushed too far.  My uncle soon noticed that anytime he would start to question my dad’s situation, he would shut down and start working on a crossword puzzle.  He’d start asking questions about what the answer to 2 down or 4 across were.  The severity of the situation wasn’t sinking in, and we weren’t going to get many answers.

My uncle came out and my sister and I went in with our cleaning supplies a few minutes later.  We pretended we didn’t know my uncle had been there, and we were just there to help clean up the mess that I had found the day before.  Sure enough my dad said that would be ok.  He was still wearing the same clothes as the day before (probably the same as the day before that and the day before that and the day before that, and so on).  He needed a shower bad.  But one step at a time…He just seemed so passive.  And nice.  It was so weird and sad. 

The smells were horrible due to the rotting food in the fridge (remember, no utilities!) and rotting garbage all around us.  We opened windows and tried to pretend it was natural and we weren’t trying to hold our breath or cover our faces in our shirts.  My sister wasn’t feeling well this day which made it extra tricky.  She had a rough time in that fridge throwing out the rotten food, trying to tough it out and power through.  It was so horrific we were almost laughing, and having to hide our faces some more.  It was so wrong, but sometimes when things are so bad, all you can do is laugh. 

As my sister cleaned out the rotting food (she may have gotten the short end of the stick here), I started tentatively bagging up his mail and random notes and papers that were lying around everywhere and sneaking it to my car.  He sat at his dining room table and worked on crossword puzzles, oblivious to what we were doing.   The more I realized he wasn’t going to get upset, the more furiously I bagged things and carted it outside.  I started piling up the garbage and mail lying all around the table he was working on, and shoving it into boxes and bags.  He didn’t seem to care at all or ask what I was doing with his stuff.  So we kept going, until all of it was bagged up and taken to my car.  Sometimes we would stop and read some of the stuff.  It was a little frightening how bizarre some of it was.  Strange reminder notes, random trivia, series of numbers covering an entire page, but we had to keep bagging and moving along.  We got the garbage thrown out, the fridge cleaned out, and my uncle was working to get the utilities back on the next day.  It was a good start.  But there was so much more to do.  And now so many bags of mail to sort through, with the hope that it would provide some clues as to what was going on.  We had no idea what we would uncover or  what diagnosis was in store for us.

 

Here was what you saw when you took one step through the door...

 

the piles continued into the bedroom...

and into the office...

 

Little white lies

It's so hard to know what dad's thinking or how he feels about anything because the FTD seems to really dull the emotions.  So when we need to inform him of something, we get so nervous about how he might react.  It's been this way since we started tiptoeing around the idea of putting him in the VA home, all the doctor appointments he had to endure, and every decision we needed to make for him by first having him sign on the dotted line.  It always felt so awkward for us, wondering if he might snap and resist us. 

So far it hasn't been an issue at all.  He seems fine every step of the way, which has really been a blessing in disguise for us.  But for some reason, it still doesn't make it any easier.  Just this past weekend we had to tell him we wouldn't be able to make it out to see him. 

No one wants to be the bearer of this news because he seems to look forward to our visits.  We talk about it for days and then finally someone has to just do it.  I started initiating some calls to him but he's gotten into a habit of either not charging his cell, or not answering it.  I gave it a few tries, while taking a deep breath in anticipation of disappointing him.  When he still didn't answer, I had to try the nurses' station next.  They were very nice and went to go get dad to put him on the phone.  He sounded pretty good and upbeat and always starts the conversation with, "Hi. So what's going on?" I told him we weren't able to come by and started rambling little excuses and little white lies.  "Well, it's tax season and I think Denise has to work today..."  She wasn't working, but usually does, and it really was tax season, so a half-truth.  "...and Ricky has a car appointment, I think." He did, although it probably wasn't going to happen until the next weekend. Oops!  "...and Brett's on-call this weekend, so he can't travel that far in case he gets paged." Turns out he did get paged all weekend, so he took one for the team with my little white lies. Suprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, he was fine with it.  I told him next weekend for sure and he of course closed with, "make sure you bring me a pack of cigarettes when you come."  Easy peasy.

I just didn't have it in me to tell him the real reason we were hanging back. We had planned to make another go at cleaning out his house instead, but we still can't quite muster up the courage to tell him this. But it's quite evident it was good reason to skip a visit this one time.

This isn't even everything. I think this was the second time we've filled the garage with trash and junk.  It's amazing how much stuff one person can collect in less than a decade, but it was quite clear he didn't know how to part with things or even throw out the trash sometimes.

And here it is on his treelawn a few days later...

 

It didn't all fit in the frame of one photo...

This is all from inside the house.  We haven't really begun to tackle the garage and we still have a little more in the basement to go through. It's absolutely exhausting and sad to see this happen to a loved one.  And even more sad that they don't recognize it as being a problem. 

This weekend, we definitely are visiting dad.  As difficult as it is seeing him in the nursing home, it's far better than seeing him here...living like this.