Mrs. G, Break down your wall…

Jim getting breakfast at a diner before our first day at the NIH.

Jim getting breakfast at a diner before our first day at the NIH.

I want to tell you what our NIH visit was like. To put the experience; the stress of waiting, the drive up and back, the silence, the testing that shows progression, the knowledge we are participating in something that will help (hopefully) many others…..there are many more emotions and thoughts to express than I can possibly convey. I wish I could somehow share with you the FEELINGS of visiting the NIH.

Security at the NIH.

Security at the NIH.

When you first step onto the CAMPUS of the NIH, it is a little intimidating. If you have ever been to a college campus, that is what it is like. But behind a guarded fence. Where you must first pass through inspection. An inspection that is more thorough than airport security. Then you find your building. And it is LARGE. Larger than most college campus buildings and so confusing that you will get lost. Many times. No matter how often you return. And this building has two gift shops and a book store and a barber shop. And a grand piano in the grand lobby. And two cafeterias. And valet parking (you must get validated.) And a coffee shop. And MANY banks of elevators.

But, no matter how grand the piano or the cafeterias or the lobby, you are still in a waiting room. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair. Watching a TV show you would normally not be watching. Eyeing others that are walking past you; wondering what they are there for as they are probably wondering the same about you. All the magazines have been thoroughly read. You have gazed upon the magnificent artwork and spied the beautiful fish tank. But none of these things keeps you from focusing on the reason you have driven many hours and organized childcare (THANK YOU AGAIN) and put yourself in this place of waiting.

Building 10 at the NIH.

Building 10 at the NIH.

Our doctor at the NIH is wonderful. He listens. He talks. He listens. He talks. It is a great experience on so many levels. If our country’s healthcare could follow the pattern I see when we are there, well, let’s just say many people would still be around and the complaints would fall drastically.

The tests Jim participated in were the exact same ones he did 2 years ago. This particular study is looking at inflamation in the brain of Alzheimer’s patients.This will allow them to see the changes that have taken place. In my mind, Jim has declined drastically. There are major differences and it is all much more noticeable. Our doctor told me there were some minor changes. I mean, 2 years ago he was still working full time. Two years ago he was only showing symptoms every couple of days. Now it is daily. Hourly really. Hmmm. How is THAT possible. I know he,(the doctor) sees much worse. I know much worse is coming our way. Believe me. I live, breathe, sleep, eat and dream of it. But I haven’t been able to plan effectively  for it.

Jim ready for his PIB test.

Jim ready for his PIB test.

So, Jim was scanned. He was poked. He was measured. He was tested. And he will continue the tests in August when we return to finish this round of the study. Then we will get some results.

In the meantime, I need to make a MAJOR decision on his driving. I have decided to relieve myself of some of that burden by having him tested by an organization that does such things. It will cost $400, but I suppose it would cost much more in the long run if I didn’t and something happened. I don’t want to make that decision all by myself. And I don’t have $400 to have him tested monthly. I am starting to understand how people lose everything when this disease happens to them. Financially we are just beginning and I can already see where we are headed. And it ain’t pretty.

Jim had a major decline when he lost his job. Then his brother died from Alzheimer’s Disease (the same week) and he had an even bigger decline. Then 3 months later his Dad passed away (from cancer) and there was another decline. I know when I tell him he shouldn’t drive anymore there will be another decline. And our family life will be turned upside down in so many ways. I think all of this will become even more real. For me. And for the kids. I know it is coming. Jim knows it is coming. I am so grateful for his positive attitude and his lack of anger and his natural kindness. Sometimes I wonder if it makes it even harder.

I am so sad. I am so, so sad. I have finally realized through our trip to Bethesda that I have distanced myself from Jim. I have pulled away trying to protect myself. My natural inclination when I am hurting is to pull away; to find other things to concentrate on and to put a wall up. When we were alone for two whole days, focusing not on baseball games or sightseeing, but on Jim and his health, I realized I am scared. I am lonely. I am mad. I am pulling away. I am trying to move forward while being held back and being held back is what is propelling me forward. I think Jim feels the same way. I don’t think he has put a wall up.I don’t think he is capable.  I think he is scared. I think he is sad. So sad. He loves me and he loves Frances and Brad more than anything. He is absolutely besieged with sadness at the thought of losing us…..or us losing him. This whole crappy story is just one sad emotion after another. I can not live like this for years and years. I can not raise my children in this kind of sadness for years and years. I will not break my spirit or my soul to this disease and this utter sadness. I WILL FIND A WAY TO WIN. I will raise money and awareness. I will speak when I am asked to speak. I will write when I can. I will give interviews whenever I am summoned. I will do whatever I can to give the NIH more money; to bring awareness to the masses; to give hope and spirit to those that are fighting the same battle. It is not easy. Honestly, it is sucking me dry sometimes. But I am a very STRONG and DETERMINED woman. I have found my calling. I have found my true purpose on this Earth.

Date night in Bethesda, Maryland.

Date night in Bethesda, Maryland.

We will return to the NIH in August. We will listen to the results. We will keep moving forward. We will cling to each other and we will gather the wagons and fight until the end. It is what we are wired to do. There is no alternative. I am so grateful that there are researchers that literally are working around the clock to help us find a cure. I am not a scientist in any way, shape or form. I wish I was. I cannot contribute that way. What I can do is share our story and help the scientists get funding and get support to continue the long hours they have already dedicated to this cause. I admire and I thank them. I thank you for reading. I thank my parents for listening. And my friends for helping and volunteering. It really does take a village.

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