Sorting it out

Over all Rich's health physically since the knee surgery to remove the nasty patella bursa, he has regained mobility and some strength in that knee. We have been seeing PT twice to three times a week and it is obvious to me that he needs to be going back to Pulmonary Therapy.

I try to bribe him into moving about and doing things. But he is focused more on either sitting at the kitchen table and staring out the window [when I inquire as to what he is looking at he seems to come back into the present world and blink...his answer? "Nothing."]

Part of this is the damage done to his brain from the stroke in 2017.

One of the very hard things to separate out with all of Rich's past history of PTSD and MDD is the lack of motivation which was there pre stroke but is now much worse.
In fact the medical field studies Apathy and Hypersomnia. Both of these neurological issues can happen after a stroke in the front part of the brain. Let's toss in some other medical issues and the patient becomes very 'complicated' as the doctor who did the knee surgery said to us.

Is it depression? Is it PTSD? Is it neurological? Bradycardia? COPD? Is it the Pulmonary Emboli? Painful bursa? Is it imagined? Is it real? What is it?

Hypersomnia is just a fancy word for being tired all of the time. Rich had this during his last bought of severe depression. He keeps telling Dr. Schiffman that he wants to feel energetic and motivated yet he just feels tired and can't seem to get out and do anything.

Since I live with Rich daily, I see little bits and pieces that the doctors don't see.

Going to Culvers last week, I handed him an empty soda cup so he could get his Pepsi. I paid and then walked over to where he was at. He stood in front of the soda machine and held the cup.
"I should know this," he said. There were people waiting so I said, "Let me."
I took the cup and filled it and handed it to him.  He shook his head.

When we sat down to eat he mentioned the soda incident and told me that it really bothered him.

There are small things that happen and finally we got into a discussion one morning.
He said he was 'Dizzy'. He'd said that often to Dr. Schiffman and to his therapists who took B/P, 02 readings and came up with normal. It flummoxed most of the doctors.

So I asked Rich.
"Tell me about Dizzy. Is the room spinning?"
No.
"Do you feel like you are going to barf?"
No.
"Does it feel like you did when you had Brain Fog from chemotherapy?"
He glanced at me.
Yes! It feels like I am not connecting! I don't like it.
"Your brain suffered a pretty bad injury in 2017. So it has troubles on some days making sense of everything."
I don't like it.

I feel like I am watching a slow motion crash happening one very infinitesimal step at a time. However. At least I am here for that journey right now. I can be a part of it with him.


There will be days of heartache and frustration,
anger and resentment...

laughter and love
joy and sorrow.

One day at a time.

The Heart Brain connection

For all of the time I've known Rich, he has struggled with depression. 

Yesterday I was talking to a nurse from cardiology who wanted to discuss the Holter Heart Monitor versus the Medtronics Loop Implant that Rich had.

His stress test had come up with some 'abnormalities' and so his PCP had ordered a Holter Monitor for him.

The Medtronics Implant recording any A-fib incidents. This could have been the causes of his stroke and TIA's.

The Holter would look for PVC's or Premature Ventricular Contractions. 

I told the nurse that he'd worn one in 2015 and the last echo was done either then or in 2012 when he was having so many problems with his anti depressants medications.

She confirmed that he had PVC's in 2015 and also an echo done then. She had seen that they had been done previously also.

I hung up the phone after our discussion. Rich would get the monitor and they'd try and figure out how often he had PVC's.  I did a bit of research as a pattern started to form in the back of my head.

Every time Rich's anti depressants stopped working for him, he had more fatigue, dizziness, and had been pointed in the direction of cardiologists who did tests added meds because his blood pressure would fluctuate wildly,...did more tests, and generally could not figure out what the issue was.

What happens to the body during a period of severe depression?

Any stress or anxiety sends the blood pressure through the roof, causes heart flutters, dizziness, and sometimes confusion.

The brain is the master of the body organs. When the brain cannot function properly the heart and other organs cannot function properly.

Every single time 1998, 2002, 2012, and now 2018 there has been a pattern. The doctors of the physical being don't connect with the mental health doctors and vise versa. 

Rich's statement, "I can't do anything, I feel weak, a bit dizzy, and feel like I will tip over."

When the depression meds slow down and stop working the anxiety builds. It is slow and insidious. 

Put it all together and the pattern works.

I will say that the VA facility we go to have excellent doctors. Some of the very best! However.

Most of the PCP docs and the psychiatric or psychologists rotate out of the VA every few years. There are no doctors that have been through even one full cycle of depression recovery and the pitfalls with Rich. 

I've been there since 1996 and have seen a pattern develop over the years.

We fight the heart, dizziness, fatigue, mental stress issue with the physical doctors. Nothing seems to work as he declines.

The mental health doctors talk and try to adjust the current mental health medications.

Rich spirals downward until there is a crisis. 

Rich is admitted through the ER.

Rich's 'team' changes his meds and monitor him.

Rich is discharged to home. Much better and out of that dark place. 

We all feel relieved.

We skate on a fine line holding off that dark place of depression for a while until it slowly creeps up again and takes hold.

The cycle starts again.

There is a heart - brain connection. It is there.

The Link Between Depression and Physical Symptoms

Look at the studies regarding dementia and strokes. There are studies also that research depression and its physical manifestations.

Treat only the physical symptoms and the mental issues do not go away.

Depression 101

We met with Dr. Lindsey, she is young bright and a psychologist. She is doing her stint at the VA Hospital.

She asks Rich if he knows why he is there? He squints his eyes and seems to think. I've noticed over the years that the eye squinting comes just before his answer which is:

"I want to feel better. I just want to feel better. I feel like I am dying bit by bit."

This has become his new mantra of sorts. Anyone asks him how he is or how he is feeling, that is his answer. As I watch the doctor glance at him and scribble notes, I realize that the words are slightly different but the answers have been consistently the same for all of the years I've known Rich.

Lindsey asks him if he knows what causes him to feel this way.

"I don't know. I just want to feel better. I am tired of feeling like this."

She looks at him and me and then prompts him by asking if he read the letter from the neuro-psychologists. He shrugs. Their letter with multiple diagnosis of his medical issues weren't of interest to him. I let her know that but tell her that I did in fact read it to him.

Rich shrugs.

"Rich do you know that you have also been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder?"

Another alphabet diagnosis I think. In medical shorthand MDD. A light goes on somewhere in the back of my mind. And for some reason I am not surprised at this diagnosis. It makes sense, I felt his meds were starting to fail him, but as always his re-occurrences of depression always have a way of sneaking up on us.
So it was official. MDD. This explained quite a bit.

Lindsey continues, "So Rich I am here to help you figure out how to feel better and break this depression cycle."

He looks at her and squints again. "I have no idea how you think you can do that."

She doesn't get discouraged. Good for her, I think. Lindsey begins to explain the methods of getting a person out of major depression. She asks questions and he haltingly answers.

It almost seems as if he doesn't want to get better. But then I am not surprised as this is the depression stacked on top of COPD, and PTSD along with stroke and the some level of dementia or cognitive dysfunction. I wonder how in the hell are the doctors and I are going to pull him up and out of this.

Lindsey draws a map for Rich to explain what she is talking about.

"You want to feel better," she says, "this has to do with your thoughts and feelings, we need to help them. One of the ways is to get out and do something. Get away from the bed and be more active."

He grimaces. "I can't. I hit that wall and if I don't lay down, I'll tip over."

She thinks a moment and then asks, "Are you a fall risk?"

"No, I am fine. I just get so tired." I can see by his expression that he doesn't believe her.

Lindsey draws out something on paper and shows it to him.

[I took the liberty of going into Photoshop and making the following graphic to mimic her hand drawing. I chose bright colors because I always want to feel hopeful]

"Your behavior effects your thoughts. If you start here and get moving, doing something different that you used to enjoy then your feelings will improve and your thoughts will improve."

He stares at the paper and I know he doesn't see it.

The discussion goes on for a while. I suggest fishing. Rich says he 'can't'. What if he gets short of breath? I reply we'll have 02 along. What if he gets tired? We have seats in the Subaru that recline. What if he can't ... make it to the car? We bring fold up chairs.

Lindsey uses encouragement and Rich is given an assignment to go fishing. [Now looking at my calendar and the weather, I see no time for fishing.]

Then Lindsey does something surprising.
She turns to me and asks, "How are you doing?"

"Honestly? Some days I have no idea. I get frustrated, short tempered, ..."

"What sort of support do you have?"

"I have a neighbor who will listen. There is a group that meets in Viroqua once a month but generally I have appointments that day and it is during the time I need to be doing chores."

"Would you consider counseling?"

"Can't afford it now that I quit work to take care of Rich." I state.

Lindsey reads her notes and then says that the VA will provide those veteran spouses with care when the veteran is 100%. I am surprised, I knew about that but never had anyone at the VA approach it.
Lindsey says she will look into it. I believe she will.

Our ride back from the VA is long and I am tired after 3 appointments. Rich uses his 02 while he sleeps in the passenger seat. My mind mulls over the depression issues and how can I work to get him to 'move'.

When we get home I tell him that he will feed the two donkeys every day like he used to.

He fires back at me: What if I can't make it? What if I can't walk there and back?

Me: Then I will sit with you in the dirt until you can make it.

Him: What if I get out of breath?

Me: I'll bring you oxygen.

Him: Oh like this is going to cure me huh?

Me: Nope. But if you keep laying in bed all day long and never moving, you will make yourself worse, your heart will fail, your lungs will fail, and your mind will fail. Move it or lose it. You tell your mom to move, you need to take your own advice.

Him: I'm going to bed.

Yesterday though, I stood my ground and he did walk to the shed and get flakes of hay to feed Thor and Bob. It took an extra hour or so of my day. But it got done.

Depression is an ugly thing.

I am Nowhere.

So on the last check up with ENT a week ago there is still no re occurrence of cancer. Everything looks 'good'. 

We both sighed at that thinking soon the endless appointments and follow ups regarding the dreaded 'C' word would slow down to a six month break.

However Neuro-Surgery called and scheduled a CT scan to check out Rich's brain and to see if there were any changes to his brain aneurysm. After we got home a Neurosurgeon called to let us know that no significant changes had occurred but we were still scheduled to see them for his one year follow up.

The results from the tests with Neuro-psychology were in. Cognitive Disorder...Vascular Dementia. The full results will be mailed to us in two copies. One for Rich and one for me.

I think they will write up and include their recommendations. There was almost too much information given at our meeting of nearly 90 minutes.
My take away was the following.
Are POA's in order? Yes.
Driving? That will be addressed with OT/PT.
Could I now prepare his meds? Yes.
They are ready to invoke POA for Medical as they don't feel Rich can make decisions for himself.

I did explain that all of our decisions were made together and had been since he'd had cancer. 
The best thing I liked about these doctors is that they looked Rich right in the eye and explained things to him. They also confirmed that I understood what was going on.
I'd already had an inkling of the possibilities before the appointment.

The signs were all there. The confusion, the far away looks, the getting lost in 'No Where Land' as Rich had told me over and over again. The lack of ability to make an easy decision like to call to have his truck fixed, or to arrange to have some cattle shipped is now beyond his reach and thought process.

As I explained to our Farmer Friend, I wanted to let Rich feel like he was making the call, that he was still in charge. But I realize now that he may not be capable any longer. He has become mostly apathetic to what is going on around him.

It seems that decision making is too difficult for him. I've resisted that thought, I've resisted that conclusion and I had even decided that Rich was just too lazy or unconcerned to make these important decisions. I'd leave a phone number in front of him to call for his truck. He'd push it away and not look at it. I nagged, cajoled, and begged for him to call.
I got an irritated look in return and then nothing.

The shock for me is that it was there in front of me and I didn't want to believe it. 

Yesterday morning I felt lost. I felt panicked with the sudden realization that indeed my world had flipped again and so had Rich's. He was slowly drifting away into a place where I couldn't find him.
He can sit and have coffee with me in the morning. But I look at his face and find him not there.
His eyes are blank.

I ask him what is on his mind. And he blinks, then looks at me with a question on his lips and says, "I am nowhere."


My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia. ~~ Laurie Graham.

No Easy Answers

We've fought through throat cancer treatments and recovery. We seemed to do so well after that until the stroke came to strike out hard.

Well, the recovery physically from the stroke was amazing. Rich could walk, and move with no after effects. His speech had issues but most people can eventually get what he is trying to convey.

Then winter came on. Typically winter is his most difficult time anyway. Mentally it is draining because the weather is cold and the days are dreary. However COPD plays a huge factor in this too. 
Too cold? He can't breath outside. The cold air sends his bronchial tubes into spasms and it feels...well. No other word to describe it, like suffocation. Even with something over his mouth periodically to warm the air. Breathlessness or dyspnea is not a nice thing to feel. 

During the extreme cold days I have done the chores by myself. Even I have a bit of trouble while hauling a sled full of hay up the where the two of the bulls are kept. It is a steep walk in the summer and the winter. Extremely hot humid air and extremely dry cold air are enemies of getting your breath.

Depression has set in. It is like having a huge Black Cloak hanging over his head. Most mornings I pour his coffee when he gets up and give him a kiss. The he sits and stares out the window. The difference now compared to a year ago is the blank look of nobody there when I glance at him. I ask what he is thinking and he blinks as if the sound of my voice brought him back from....what he describes as 'No Where'.
He visits No Where quite often these days.

And when we do converse he talks about how he is no longer of any use, he has no purpose. If he weather is good enough for him to venture out and help with the morning chores, he gets dressed and goes about the morning routine.

When we come back in, he sits and stares off into No Where. Eventually he says that he *is not worth a damn* and gets up. He walks to the bedroom and goes to bed asking me to wake him up when it is time to water the stock.

Tremors. I'm not sure what to think of them. His father had what was called "Essential Tremors".  Rich has had them for a long time but they were a problem. Now they are in a very severe way. He can't carry a coffee cup across the room without spilling a trail of coffee. He feels terrible about it.

As his COPD meds are increased, I see a direct increase in the tremors. I looked up the causes of ET and found that COPD meds contribute to it. What a mean thing. COPD requires certain meds which in turn can contribute to worsening of the ET.
NIH had articles relating to the fact the ET are familial. In other words, it can run in the family. Rich's father had ET, Rich's mother has ET. It affected his fathers voice, it affects his mother's voice. At the young age of 68, it is affecting most actions that Rich takes along with his voice at times now also.

COPD unto itself is an insidious disease that is not curable. The doctors tell you to stay active. Simple to do if you can breath. 
Rich does stay as active as he can.

But the viscious downward spiral of COPD, the results of the stroke, the tremors, and feeling lost all add to a fairly significant winter depression. 
He feels somewhat hopeless and helpless. 

His only escape is to go sleep. And sleeping most of the day and the night do not help any of his health issues.

I find it interesting that the doctors say: You are doing so well! You made such a miraculous recovery from all the things that have been thrown your way!

To this man, each fight he's gone through has taken away a part of what he wanted to be and defined himself to be.
One counselor asked him to consider the fact that this would be his new normal.

I understood where she was going. Accept this and move forward.

I may be the type of person who can do that. But he can't.

He has always been a 'fixer'. If there was something that should be fixed, he'd fix it. Replace brakes? Muffler? Build a new and improved dog house? Insulate a water tank? All these projects are partially started and now sit gathering dust. 

He can't fix himself. He feels if he could understand exactly what went wrong, he could fix it.

In the past two weeks he has had other slight incidents that lead me to believe that he may be having a TIA. It happened quickly and was gone. Poof. 

Before I get told to rush him to the ER. I have. The results have not been exactly stellar. 
To be fair, the local hospital did do a good job in making sure that he was transported to the nearest trauma center. But only on orders from the VA.

Is there an easy answer to all of this? No.
Of course not. 

The End Game

Well here we are. The last entry in this blog was 8/16/16.
Rich had just completed one of his last check ups with the oncology department.

Let's jump forward to present date.
12/17/17.
On May 6th Rich had a stroke.
I wrote about it afterwards on May 12th.

I kept up with updating things and how I resigned from work 3 days after the stroke to stay home and assist with my husband's recovery.
He is an amazing man.

Cancer was big and scary. And it still hangs over our heads like the Sword of Damocles. Will it come back? Can it come back? Will we fight with it? Well, the answer to the last question is no. The other answers are unknown. Who knows what is in the future for us right?

I am now an unemployed caregiver. That is fine, everyone says how nice it is to be 'retired'. I'm not sure retired is the proper term at all.

Caregiver: A family member or paid help that looks after a sick or disabled child or elderly person.
Retired: Ceasing work. Having finished one's active working life.

I think unemployed caregiver is the proper term. Let's add. Farm help, chore person, house keeper, chief cook, and bottle washer. Appointment maker and so on.
Actually the whole process has been fairly good. Financially things are a bit tight, but all of our years of being frugal has paid off. We owe nothing on our vehicles and the only item left is the remodel loan.

I had felt that I'd be able to return to some sort of work by now. But that isn't happening.

Rich's COPD is not getting better. I don't know if it is related to the stroke or just the insidious disease marching down its timeline of destruction.
I know that sounds gloomy, but I am being pragmatic. It has always been the 'elephant' in the room. There is no cure and the end result is death.

So what is our next Long Road?

Our next long journey will be dealing with the after effects of the stroke, the continuing task of living with COPD and how we end up dealing with our lives until the end.

One thing we are not afraid of to discuss in our little house is death. It is there and it will be the end game for all of us.

So I will continue to write things here regarding how we deal with health issues and the end of life.