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Wayne Glenn Terry provides a wealth of information on those living with Alzheimer's and Dementia. As an inflicted victim himself, he provides insight from a very personal perspective. His words are touching and very real. He also touches upon those suffering with the added infliction of PTSD. A must read book for the inflicted, caretakers, loved ones and those wanting to learn the inside effects of Alzheimer's and Dementia. This book provides the hope to make the quality of life and longevity of life more possible than anyone has advised them.

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	27 juin 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781622873593
Langue	English

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What You Need To Know - Alzheimer's & Dementia
Wayne Glenn Terry

First Edition Design Publishing
What You Need To Know
ALZHEIMER’S
& DEMENTIA
Wayne Glenn Terry
What You Need To Know
ALZHEIMER’S
& DEMENTIA
Copyright ©2013 Wayne Glenn Terry
ISBN 978-1622-873-59-3 EBOOK

June 2013

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

ALL R I G H T S R E S E R V E D. No p a r t o f t h i s b oo k pub li ca t i o n m a y b e r e p r o du ce d, s t o r e d i n a r e t r i e v a l s y s t e m , o r t r a n s mit t e d i n a ny f o r m o r by a ny m e a ns ─ e l e c t r o n i c , m e c h a n i c a l , p h o t o - c o p y , r ec o r d i n g, or a ny o t h e r ─ e x ce pt b r i e f qu ot a t i o n i n r e v i e w s , w i t h o ut t h e p r i o r p e r mi ss i on o f t h e a u t h o r or publisher .
DEDICATION
BEGINNINGS
ONE OF THOSE ZONES
MORE TIME ZONES
UNBELIEVABLE ZONES
CHILDLIKENESS, DRIVING & DE-CLUTTERING
DRIVING
REFLECTING
DE-CLUTTERING
REALIGNMENT
THE TOUGHEST JOB, AND THE PARADIGM
INAPPROPRIATENESS
IMPAIRMENTS
ROOM TO TALK
OTHER TALKS
INTROSPECTION TIME
AN EMMY
DON’T LOOSE SIGHT
ANOTHER BEST DAY
PARADIGM
ATTITUDE
LABOR OF LOVE
MUSIC
DE-CLUTTERING
EXERCISE
PROPER DIETING
FAMILY
FAITH
PRAYER
OTHER SUPPORT
LUMOSITY
NEUROPLASTICITY
OTHER OBSERVATIONS, ‘MARES, DISTRACTIONS
DISTRUST
AGENDAS
‘MARES AND MEDS
TIRED OF BEING TIRED
RENEWAL
LOVE OF LIFE
MORE TO LOVE ABOUT LIFE
CONTINUE LIVING
PONDERING STAGES
SOMETIMES THERE’S PANIC
OTHER STIMULATIONS
SIMPLE YET SOUND
DISEASE, SO BROAD
SOMETIMES A DRAWING TOGETHER
THE WEE HOURS
PAPERWORK—WAR MEMORIES
WHERE IS MY FRIEND?
NORMALLY QUITE DOCILE
VISITING
POOL COVERS AND LONELY SONGS
FAMILY AGAIN
A FOREVER BLANKET
NOT KNOWING WHEN
JOY
RECALL THIS
OTHER WORKS BY WAYNE GLENN TERRY:
DEDICATION : To my brown-eyed girl, my ‘Doll Face’my Donna… without you I could no less do this than I could live as I do, with love deeply inside for you… Thanks for walking with me, and assisting me and loving me when the going gets rough…
BEGINNINGS
I’m not the same me… at least I’m not the me I used to be. It is unfortunate I cannot go there and return—yet I can tell you that Alzheimer’s disease, a form of dementia, is a world all its own. I can also explain some good news from my current time zone, where I now exist. I hope, too, to cause your Sunshine Alley to become strengthened by the words contained herein. (Yes, Sunshine Alley was created here.)
As Christian friends and family doctors, Dr. Annette Reid, as well as Dr. John J. Hennessey, IV, and Dr. Ahuja have shared with me, Alzheimer’s disease is a somewhat fluid disease. Fluid in that it is entered into as water slowly bubbling up from a cold spring. I’ll always recall words Dr. Reid once graciously shared with my wife: Mr. Terry will go down fighting. That’s true: Never give up! You’ll hear that from me until you tire of it. That is, if you don’t tire from the sheer exhausting excitement of each page of this work.
After I’d written those words, I began a letter that started out: I am in fear, I had turned a corner, rounded a bend and begun a new heading of sorts. It caused me to wonder if I’m Damn Scared wouldn’t have been a great title for a work. But rather than go directly in that direction, let’s visit other areas first. Areas perhaps not so filled with sunshine. That’s life at times… is it not?
Blessings all mine. Children, family--those who for the most part seem to understand what is taking place within me have been a wonderful influence upon my daily life. They had for Christmas one year purchased dry-erase slates, puzzle games and other challenge-helpers that assist folks who need to work their lobes (brain) due to trauma and/or disease. They are gifts which assist me in attempting to keep the cobwebs out. My lovely Lucy, as well, had purchased some great books. All were helpful to me with socialization.
Word-Finds, too, assist my brain in working akin to how it works when I am reading or writing, whereas other Wordbooks seem different to me. That is, I must more diligently work in order to find the particular word I am seeking. Yet, I could have that all turned around and be all wet. I must admit from the very beginning. There is also, a regimen known as lumosity. Look it up on the Web, and you will find all kinds of exercises to keep your brain working well. I would challenge anyone with a lobe difficulty to go to www.lumosity.com. It’s worth the visit.
The writing process, one of my inherent gifts, is something I have accomplished for many years. It flows more easily for me than when I am struggling to find a particular word within a puzzle. This gift, locked deeply within (Dr. John might say), is for some reason easier for my brain to process and produce. Once again, usually it comes out in a fairly proficient manner.
Searching for a word, even when we know the words within the puzzle used to take me a terribly long time, much focus and as well demanded concentration. Lucy’s (a favorite endearing name I call my Donna at times) Christmas gift gave me a great laugh in the wee hours of a morning, as I was able to find my first word in a giant puzzle. The first word was grandparents. Interesting that I’d found the larger word first… perhaps it was easier for my noggin to spot. I know it was grand to me, for being a grandparent is one of the sweetest revelations and assignments of this life.
My friend and neurologist, Diplomat John, would say some days are worse than others, or was it better? It is something I once again learned this very morning when in yet another doctor’s office.
The young woman behind the desk wore a tiny police badge-replica around her slender neck. I had asked her about it. She told me her brother, her angel, had been a New York City cop. My mind instantly raced to the barbarous and brutal falling of the World Trade Center.
That event had been especially personal and tragic to me as I had worked in the building next to where the towers used to stand. I had heard the first of many pilings being driven down into the hard ground in the late sixties. But “No…” she’d continued through years-old tears, as I pictured the old Federal Office Building where I had worked, at 90 Church Street.
She explained how her brother and his wife had been police officers; that they had been cleaning their weapons when the horrible accident suddenly took her brother’s life. Things can always be worse, I long ago learned. And it seems I’m learning some of that all over again. One of the exceptions though, is Sunshine Alley.
My mind chooses to return to Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, and for a brief moment or two I sense the smells, the pictures, and the actions he so vividly painted for us in his fine works. I picture fruit pickers attempting to make a living during that harsh, somewhat far-off time. I am indeed thankful for these memories. What an enchanting world books can bring us. This one though, may not be as enchanting. Yet I expect it will paint a worthwhile portrait or two.
Now is a good time to turn to another read: Joanne Koenig Coste’s Learning to Speak Alzheimer’s. It concerns rehabilitation, or as she calls it habilitation, or a simple way to look more positively at one’s life with dementia. Joanne had been her husband’s caregiver for many years until his death in the late seventies. I was fascinated by her many viewpoints and experiences shared. I could give her nothing short of Kudos! for her work in the field of dementia. Here then, are four viewpoints she wrote about habilitation:

Optimizes Function
Minimizes Stress
Maximizes Success
Promotes Positive Emotion

Optimizing and promoting and maximizing are all grand; yet the one which boldly stands out and brings this writer to full attention is minimizes stress. How important that one seems to me. Let me continue please:
Not long into my personal journey with Alzheimer’s, it seemed easier for Lucy and me to cross swords. It hadn’t been simply because we had been reared differently… much of it had to do with striving to maintain our own worlds, if you will. ‘Okay’ (as our 8th President, Van Buren first began), maybe it was half and half. That is, Lucy and I know we hail from different parts of the checkerboard. I had learned it, and as I approached her early in the morning one morning, as she prepared herself for work… well, it just turned out that I had picked the wrong morning. Too soon old, too late smart.
Lucy’s getting prepared for work is not always a good time to approach her; she just isn’t much of a morning person. It’s simply something one needs to know for their own good.
I know, or should by now know… morning is her quiet time. No talking. Yet I had been in the middle of one of my devil-take-care, humor-filled and probably not-hitting-on-all-cylinders (or lobes) mornings. As I entered the bathroom, coffee in hand, I had been rambling on about something. Yes, I’ve learned that I sometimes ramble. Many with AD do this.
Lucy quickly turned to me to say something. In so doing, she twisted around about that time and bumped smack into my coffee cup. As macho-tough as I am and as tightly as my hand had been wrapped around the cup, its contents still warmed the arm of one of my sweet Lucy’s pretty blue sweaters. Oh Man!
It had not started out well at all. It had started out rather poorly. Donna rinsed her sweater’s sleeve in haste, and then reached for the blow dryer, oblivious to my almost inaudible apology. She thought of a new name for me; probably one I’d deserved. It’s much worse than learning your cat has once again left one of her play toys inside your boot. (Why do they do that?) It can be loud, hard to take back: those words sometimes issued in haste. I’ve learned it