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Tuesday, September 22, 2015
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As a neurologist once told me, I will always be able to love and be loved. That is something I can control and enjoy doing.
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Sunday, August 30, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
TV News reporters were shot and killed during a Live broadcast they were doing this morning. The shooter, recorded it all on camera and put it immediately on Twitter.
Monday, August 24, 2015
The social worker was not happy with the lack of care Susi got. Before I had a proper good-bye with her, she was moved to a hospice two blocks away. We texted as often as we could. She was not at all happy there. Her care was not better, in fact they hired some kids from our subpar original home.
Her two dogs were separated. She had so much to do. Time ran out.
Susi died within 6 months of diagnosis. You will never convince us that she couldn't have lived longer and happier with the proper care given.
All that I have witnessed first hand has convinced me that laws must change. If I am not allowed to take these land developers/facility owners to court myself, then I will attempt to change the playing field.
Susi is rooting me on.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
My friend, Susi, had MSA (Multiple System Atrophy.) It is a disease just as it sounds. Your bodily systems become inactive. The life expectancy after diagnosis is 7 years. There is no warning it is coming, and no cure.
Susi was a well known and much loved Seattle resident with a successful career as a real estate agent.
She also had roots in Germany. She owned a big, exquisite, house of her dreams there. as soon as she was diagnosed, she sold her dream house. Her son, daughter, and ex-husband suggested that she move back to the Seattle area where advanced medical research existed and she would be near family.
Susi moved into the assisted living home where I met her. We moved in during the same month. There was an instant connection and friendship, we sat together at every breakfast we could, even though it was at times a rubik cube puzzle to fit us both at the dining room table.
My spouse and I both visited her in her apt., where she had a lovely hardwood floor installed, as she waited with her two small dogs for her priceless furniture to arrive from Germany. She would enjoy it for a week.
Although the AL (assisted living) home we were at had said we could stay through hospice (neither of us planned to move again,) started Susi choking one night the caregiver who FINALLY showed up (one might wait 30 minutes for a carer after pushing the HELP button we all wore around our neck) entered her room, stood mindlessly and said, "Do you need help?"
This was the response I received many times. Oh how I bit my tongue to not
say, "Why no, I just wanted to party!" Really hard to understand why they hired so many young kids with little supervision and less common sense. Like your waitress asking you, "Did you come here to eat?"
Susi and I began planning our way out. We strategized buying a house with room for a live-in caregiver. She started contacting her friends in real estate. I researched cost of live-care. Susi went to doctor appt., she was now given 7 MONTHS to live. Her furniture, including bed, was stuck at dock due to a labor strike. I loaned her my lift-chair.
Some mornings she looked so good, had her tablet, but some mornings...
And the reason was always the same: the caregiver. I got it. We both knew the game we were in, unlike the majority of residents who were 80 + in years. For this reason management hated us, we could see it in their eyes.
Susi was ready to take legal action.
TO BE CONT...
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
A woman who read my blog wanted to visit. She came to the assisted living home I was then at.
Was I JEALOUS! She used a walker,but got around well. That was about 5 years ago. Today she is in a rehab facility.
Pressure sores began to compromise her ability to walk, drive, and eventually stand. There are Wound Clinics to help you care with pressure sores. She had been there many times. She chronicles her fights with Medicare to get better pressure cushions and a user-friendly power chair in her own blog: halt stop forget relax.
We have a lot in common, our age, our fun-filled time with MS and our long marriages to someone with their own health battles. She has an MS problem I don't though: the common, but deadly urinary attack. This led years ago to her need of a catheter. They come with their own difficult issues.
Her loving spouse tries to help, but our spouses are not nurses (and they certainly never signed up for MS 101) and sh** happens.
They have been to many ERs for urinary tract infections (UTI), a complication that can kill someone with MS.
The last week of July she went to an ER for this reason.
She got a staph infection, the hospital kept her two weeks on IV antibiotics. The pressure sore on her foot got so bad that surgery was done to remove most of one toe. By now her weakness was great and the hospital sent her straight to a rehab center.
She is having daily visits from OTs (occupational therapists) and PTs (physical therapists) and nurses. Her speech became very slurred and she "forgot" how to swallow, another MS complication that can lead to asphyxiation and death.
So...another couple of weeks and they may release her.
Those 'complications' are what GET JA.
Just another day with MS. We are thinking of you, Webster.