This article is mostly for those who’ve lost a loved one and are having difficulty moving forward. At the time of this post, it’s been 3 months since my husband died from Lewy Body Dementia and overall, I’m doing very well. I’ve been asked many times how I’m holding up as well as I am and as usual, those sorts of questions make me stop and think. I’m not totally sure why I smile more than cry, but I thought I’d share my survival plan with those struggling with the loss of a loved one. And, yes, I developed a plan after he passed away.
My mental health is too important to leave something this difficult to chance. Read the rest of this entry
After almost 5 years of battling Lewy Body Dementia, my husband passed away in November of 2016. He was only 63 and had been extremely fit and active before his illness. Throughout our Lewy Journey, I often felt he was nearing the end as he seemed to decline rapidly at times, and I couldn’t imagine him living for much longer. From the time I began having those thoughts until he actually passed was between 2-3 years.
Now that we’ve finished our journey and I’ve interacted with countless other caregivers, I can see a basic decline pattern that most seem to follow unless they die suddenly from pneumonia, heart failure, sepsis or some other illness. I’m sharing what I learned with hopes that it’ll give you a heads up with the types of things that will likely happen in the final months of your loved one’s journey.
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I’m no stranger to grief. In my 59 years, I’ve buried all of my grandparents, both of my sisters, both of my in-laws, my father, and now my husband. The loss of the sister closest to me in age was particularly hard as she was my best friend and breast cancer took her way too soon. I watched her die over the course of two years and losing her changed my life. For years after her death, I marked every event in time as to whether it happened before or after she died. Her death shifted my world.
Losing my father was difficult too, but he was 79 years-old and for some reason, that made it more bearable. Read the rest of this entry
Hang out on a support group page and you’ll hear the word “Journey” used repeatedly by caregivers as a way of describing their experiences while dealing with LBD. Considering most people think of a journey as a pleasant experience, why would caregivers use that term for something difficult and often torturous? I thought about that for some time before finally landing on a possible explanation. The experience of dealing with a disease like Lewy can be envisioned as a journey through the highs and lows of a sometimes hostile terrain. For most, the journey goes something like this… Read the rest of this entry