Care Partnering, Inspiration, Love, Music

happy birdday mummy

Mom was born on September 27, 1928. If she were still alive, she would have been 94 today, September 27, 2022.

On her birthday in 2015, her last one here on this earth, I visited her in jail, just as I did almost every day for several hours for four years. Here’s how I greeted her and how she responded:

Mummy is what she called her own mother. The full and wonderful story of what happened on her last birthday may be read at the three posts below (or here, here and here). Not surprisingly, reading them again just now made me cry ❤

it’s better to be queer on your deer than funny on your bunny on your birthday

put a candle on a cupcake and see if you feel as lucky as my mom

love comes in all shapes, sizes and colours including small, furry, and black and white

Care Partnering, Hope, Inspiration, Love

10 important facts i learned about people living with dementia from being my mother’s care partner

My mom (right) and her brother Eddy (left) during one of their last visits together (April 2013). They both lived and died with Alzheimer disease and dementia in their mid eighties.

My mom, who lived with Alzheimer disease, and I were care partners for more than a decade. My care partnering role changed and evolved during that time. When it began, I lived overseas. In 2011, when it became clear she could no longer live on her own, I returned to Canada to live with her in her own home. She was relocated to a nursing home, which I came to call a “dementia jail,” on November 16, 2012. For the next forty-five months I visited Mom for several hours virtually every day.

I didn’t see her on August 11, 2016; I didn’t have the strength that day. But I was by her side for the next six, and I held her hand when she died on August 17, 2016.

Being my mother’s care partner was the hardest thing I have ever done. It was also the most rewarding. I learned so much. I loved so much. I cried countless tears. I wouldn’t trade the journey for anything because I also experienced the deeply spiritual privilege of loving another person unconditionally.

Below are ten important facts I learned during and after the time I spent being my mother’s care partner (I’m still learning!)

People who are living with dementia, no matter what “stage” of the condition they are living with:

  1. are human beings with wants and needs just like the rest of us
  2. have feelings just like the rest of us
  3. have rights just like the rest of us
  4. deserve to be treated with dignity, just as we all should be
  5. are aware of the world around them, even when it seems they might not be
  6. are capable of loving others
  7. deserve to be loved and cared for
  8. can teach us lessons if we are open to learning
  9. are different than us, not less than us
  10. are not “empty shells”

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take off the blindfolds and #BanBPSD: an open letter to the worldwide dementia community

13+ needs we share with people who live with dementia

Hope, Humour, Inspiration, Love

your name is a queen (elizabeth shares a lesson on labelling)

Let it go (it doesn’t matter if they know you or not) is one of MyAlzheimersstory.com’s most shared pieces. When I posted it on Facebook in January 2020, long-time follower Elizabeth Dunbar shared this delightful story:

My dad knew my essence until his last breath. Labeling and putting people in boxes and pigeon holes is a human convention. Other animals recognize each other without knowing relationships or each other’s history. They just accept.

So whether Dad knew my name or my relationship to him or not didn’t matter to me. I remember going away for a few days about a year before he died. When I returned, I bounced into his room as always. He looked quizzical. I realized he didn’t totally remember me, and I gave him permission to do that.

“I know you’re not feeling well enough these days to totally remember me,” I said. “Is it ok to give you a hint?”

He nodded his assent.

“Well I’m the daughter. One of two children you had. I’m the one that talks a lot!” I joked.

He threw his head back and laughed with tears in his eyes.

”Your name: it’s a Queen,” he said.

“Yes, that’s right,” I said. “I’m Elizabeth. Queen Elizabeth.”

We both laughed.

This was a simple conversation we had many times after that. Sometimes I think he was lucid and pulling one over on me, because that would be him. I always treated him like he was my dad, and let him know that any forgetting was simply okay.

I love this story. It’s so hopeful and helpful, and speaks to the power of playfulness and going with the flow. Thank you so much Queen Elizabeth Dunbar.

it doesn’t matter if they know you or not

20 great questions to ask when a loved one with dementia doesn’t recognize you anymore

how often do we fail to recognize them?

 

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Advocacy, Care Partnering, Death & Dying, Love

hilda zlataroff should have died of old age

Family care partner Nicole Jaouich visited her 102-year-old mother Hilda Zlatoroff in a Quebec long-term care facility every day for 6 years to help her eat and drink; her mother’s eyesight was failing, and she lived with dementia. When COVID-19 struck, no visitors were permitted from March 14, 2020, onward. Over the next 5 weeks, Jaouich watched her mother’s condition deteriorate via a video camera. Her mother died of dehydration on April 27,2020.

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At 102, it wouldn’t have been surprising if Hilda Zlataroff had died of old age.

Tragically, she did not.

Hilda Zlatoroff died of dehydration in the Saint-Joseph-de-la-Providence long-term care facility in Quebec, Canada, at 5:35 am on April 27, 2020. Ms. Zlatoroff had been a resident there for nine years. She didn’t die of COVID-19. She died as a result of COVID-19, and the massive cracks in long-term care that became canyons with the onset of the pandemic.

“I guarantee that if I had been able to be with my mother, she would not have died of dehydration,” says Nicole Jaouich, Hilda Zlataroff’s daughter.

Jaouich had visited her mother every day for six years to help her eat and drink because Hilda Zlatoroff’s eyesight was failing and she lived with dementia.

“Maman needed encouragement to eat and drink. It was important not to rush her. ‘Do you want to drink a little juice?’ I would say to her, and then help her to lift the glass to her mouth,” Jaouich says.

“When I couldn’t be there or needed a break, I hired someone to go to the residence and be with her. She had someone with her eight hours a day every day for six years. She was my mother, she deserved to be cared for,” Jaouich has tears in her eyes.

Then COVID-19 struck, and from March 14 onward, no visitors were permitted at the residence in an effort to limit the spread of the disease. Over the next five weeks, Jaouich watched her mother’s condition deteriorate via a video camera she’d had installed in her mother’s room. It was painful.

“Sometimes they put the meal tray in front of her, but she didn’t touch the food because she couldn’t see it. Then they would come back and pick it up, even though she hadn’t eaten a thing. And how could she drink? They didn’t help her,” Jaouich says.

“I will never forgive the government for banning family caregivers from visiting and helping to care for our family members. The government knew very well the facilities were understaffed. This has been an issue for years,” Jaouich says.

“Family care partners were needed every day to help give basic care. When family members were banned, it made things even worse than they already were. Family care partners should have been integrated into the caregiving, not forbidden from coming to help,” Jaouich says.

“Of course I knew my mother would die, she was 102. But to have her die from dehydration, alone, without me by her side, was criminal and cruel. I will never get over it,” says Jaouich, who, ironically, is an advocate for better long-term care in Quebec, and a board member of Handicap Vie Dignité, an organization that has been fighting for reform for years.

Jaouich wasn’t able to be with her mother when she died, but she was able to visit twice for ten minutes in the week before her death, and then for forty-five minutes each time during the last few days before she passed.

“She was so beautiful,” Jaouich smiles slightly. “The last time I went she was breathing peacefully and her face was relaxed. She squeezed my hand slightly when I held hers. She knew it was me. She knew I was there. I only wish I could have been with her when she died.”

dying with my mom

it’s taken a pandemic and tens of thousands of deaths for people to get what long-term care advocates have known for decades: the system sucks

5 Raw Emotions Alzheimers Dementia Caregivers Feel Every Day

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5 powerful dementia care lessons i learned being my mom’s care partner

Being my mother’s primary care partner in various ways for ten years was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It was ultimately also one of the most rewarding in that it provided me with countless learning opportunities. I’ve blogged before about the joys, the difficult emotions and the lessons I and other dementia care partners have learned; here are five more:

1 ) People are people, not furniture

A changing brain does not suddenly make someone less than human, less what they were before their brain started to change, or less deserving than anyone else. People are people, no matter the condition of their brain, or their body. They have rights, needs and wants, just like the rest of us do. Recognizing and fulfilling those rights, needs and wants are societal and communal responsibilities.

2 ) Stigma destroys the stigmatized

Stigma can be more destructive and devastating to a person’s well being than a terminal illness. Stigma causes many people who live with dementia and the people who care for them to become isolated, sometimes even shunned by family and friends. This isolation is often more damaging to people who live with dementia and their care partners than the condition itself. Changing the way we see dementia and the people who live with it is one of the most powerful ways we can positively impact the well being of those who live with the condition.

3 ) Life is challenging

The challenges we face in life provide opportunities for us to learn, grow and become better people. The challenges of living with dementia and/or being the care partner to someone who lives with dementia are like other life challenges in the sense that they also provide opportunities for us to learn, grow and become the best we can be. It’s up to us to find the opportunities in the challenges we face.

4 ) We are not dead until we die

This seems obvious. Nevertheless, others treat many people who live with dementia as if they are already gone. I believe that treating someone as if they are not here when they still are increases the chances that they will decline at a faster rate. People need attention (via words, deeds and touch) to know they are loved and appreciated. Treating people with love, compassion, understanding and tender care will improve their well-being and boost their ability to thrive, even as they near the end of life.

5 ) Not needing to be recognized increases the chances you will be

When friends and family let go of the need to be recognized by a loved one who lives with dementia, I believe the chances that the person living with dementia will recognize them increases. My theory is unproven and based on my own experience, but I feel strongly that it’s true. When we let go of the need to be recognized, we become more relaxed, more loving, and more open to possibility, all of which impacts those around in a positive way and creates an environment in which positive interactions are more likely to occur.

What lessons have you learned?

top 15 things dementia care partners say they’ve learned

5 Uplifting Emotions Felt by Alzheimers Dementia Care Partners

5 Raw Emotions Alzheimers Dementia Caregivers Feel Every Day

17 links to the “other side” of dementia

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an open letter and song request for country great kenny chesney on behalf of people who live with dementia and their family and friends

Dear Mr. Chesney,

I love your song “While He Still Knows Who I Am,” but would you write another one please?

I am a dementia care advocate who learned about dementia through lived experience with my mom. She died in August 2016.

One of the tragedies of Alzheimer’s disease and other dementias is that many family members and friends of people who live with dementia think the person is “gone” when she or he no longer easily recognize family and friends, and so the family and friends stop visiting the person who is living with dementia. This is heartbreaking because this is when love, connection and compassion are most needed by the person who is living with dementia.

It really doesn’t matter if a person living with dementia recognizes us or not. We need to ask ourselves why we get so focused on the recognition part instead of on loving, connecting and being compassionate.

Furthermore, a great deal of healing, love and bonding may be shared by both the person living with dementia and friends and family until the very end. I can’t emphasize how life affirming and deeply spiritual this can be for all involved.

Your song is beautiful and touching, but it infers that people living with dementia are not worth seeing once they don’t recognize us. In fact, the worst thing we can do when a person living with dementia doesn’t recognize us anymore is to stop spending time with him or her. That’s why I’m writing to ask you to please produce another song that will encourage family members and friends to keep spending time with their loved ones who live with dementia, ESPECIALLY when their loved ones don’t know them anymore.

Mr. Chesney, in your audio commentary about “While He Still Knows Who I Am,” you say the song is “heavy” and as the narrator you “have a responsibility.” Please take your responsibility to heart and give us another song that will encourage family and friends to remain connected with people who live with dementia until the very end.

Thank you,

Susan Macaulay
Dementia Care Advocate

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2015/04/09/20-great-questions-to-ask-when-a-loved-one-with-dementia-doesnt-recognize-you-anymore/

http://handsoffmybrain.com/2018/10/are-you-my-mother

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2015/01/21/it-doesnt-matter-that-mom-doesnt-know-me-anymore/

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while he still knows who i am is beautiful and heart wrenching, but does it send the right message about love and connection?

Kenny Chesney’s song While He Still Knows Who I Am is about love, connection and re-discovering a father-son relationship. It made me cry. It may make you cry as well.

But does it send the right message about people who live with dementia, and when and how family and friends should love and connect with them? I don’t think so.

The title and lyrics infer the son is going to visit his dad while the father still knows who the son is. But what happens when father no longer recognizes son? Will the son then not go to visit? That’s the implication.

I was so saddened by the inference that I wrote an open letter to Kenny Chesney asking him to write another song — one that encourages friends and family members to visit people with dementia especially when those people don’t recognize them anymore.

I wonder if he will.

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2015/04/09/20-great-questions-to-ask-when-a-loved-one-with-dementia-doesnt-recognize-you-anymore/

http://handsoffmybrain.com/2018/10/are-you-my-mother

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2015/01/21/it-doesnt-matter-that-mom-doesnt-know-me-anymore/

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a story about being with the people you love, whatever the state of their brains

January 25, 2019: I struggle between my twin needs for solitude and connection. Today, I missed a loving touch, and felt a little lonely. So I did something I haven’t done in a long time: I opened the file of archived audio recordings I have from when Mom was in #DementiaJail, and randomly picked 2016, the year she died. Today’s date was near the top of the list.

My visitation “privileges” had been confined to between 1 and 3 p.m. for almost a year at that point, and most days Mom was “asleep” (i.e. sedated) during the time I was allowed to see her. I would sit by her side, and hold her hand, helpless and furious about the situation in which we were so cruelly confined.

I clicked on the January 25th file, and listened. What I heard filled me with sadness, joy, grief and hope. I was extremely touched by the first few minutes of our conversation, which to me clearly demonstrate that people living with Alzheimer disease want and need to remain closely connected in relationship with those around them, particularly those they love.

Here’s a clip (which to me says it all), from the start of my ninety-minute visit with Mom that day three years ago (transcript below if you want to read while you listen)

Transcript

Susan: Patty? Patty? Hello!

Mom: Hello.

Susan: How are you?

Mom: How are you?

S: I’m very well. How are you?

M: Fine.

S: Good.

Yeah.

S: I’m happy to see you.

Yeah.

S: Hi.

Hi. (A long pause) I…I…I like seeing you.

S: I like seeing you too Mom, very much.

Yeah.

S: I like seeing you very much Mom. We still have fun together.

You have eh?

S: Yeah, we do.

Well that’s kinda nice eh?

S: It is kinda nice, Mom.

Yep.

S: it’s very nice.

Yep.

S: We’re lucky that way.

Yeah.

S: Not everyone is as lucky as us.

Nope.

(in an incredible moment of synchronicity I go to turn down the volume on the TV, and a voice on the talkshow that’s on says something like:

 “…and it was a real gift to be able to say how much he brought to her life, and how much she loved him and what an honour it was to care for him when he got sick, and that was really beautiful to me, and I think one other is one other thing i would say is funerals are for the living so it’s so important to tell the people you love how you feel about them before they depart, don’t say it at the funeral when they can’t hear you.)

S: Mom?

Yeah.

S: Would you like to go down and have some tea with me?

Yeah, I would. I would. It would be nice.

S: Okay. Shall we do it then? Let’s do it. I’m going to lift your chair up okay? I’ll get your other chair first. (I get the wheelchair) Okay Mom. Patty?

Yeah.

S: I’m going to move this chair so you can stand up okay?

Yeah. You’ll like that eh Sue?

S: I do. I like to spend time with you.

Yeah, well…. I like to spend time with you.

S: I know you do ‘cause I’m fun (I laugh).

(Mom laughs) you…you…you…have fun.

S: …and we joke around together…

Yeah

S: …and we do some spelling…

Yeah.

S: …and you are an excellent speller…

Yeah.

S: …you can spell every word in the dictionary

Yeah, it would be fun wouldn’t it?

S: It would be fun, Mom,

Yeah.

S: …and then we do some singing…

Yeah, that would be nice.

S: How are you feeling today?

I feel good today.

S: That’s good. Were you having a little rest?

Yeah, we were having a little rest, but it was a nice rest.

S: Good. I just need you to lift your bum up a bit Mom.

It’s nice though, it’s nice.

S: Lift your bum up Mom. Again. (As I free Mom from the various “bells and whistles” that are attached to her so I can move her from the recliner to the wheelchair, they begin to sound their respective alarms. “Oh shut up!” I scold the bells and whistles in frustration)

Oh yeah, well you…

S: That thing drives me nuts Mom. It drives me crazy.

Well, it drives me crazy too.

S: It drives you crazy too?

Yeah. I don’t blame you.

S: What about it drives you crazy? That sound?

Yeah.

S: Me too. Are you ready to stand up?

Yeah I’m ready to stand up.

S: Okay good. We’re going to transfer over to this chair okay?

Yeah, well it is a chair.

S: It is a chair. I’ll put your feet a little bit over like this…okay, ready?

Yeah.

S: One, two, three, stand up, Mom. Excellent. You stood up easily Mom.

Yeah, it’s true.

S: It is true. Can you take a step?

Oh yeah, sure I could.

S: Okay good. Hey, you’re doing well. Keep coming. Okay, I’m going to turn you around over into this chair, Mom. How’s that? (She sits in the wheelchair)

Oh it’s lovely. It’s nice over there.

S: It’s gorgeous. Do you need to go to the bathroom?

No, I like to go to the bathroom though.

S: The peeps? Should we go the tea first and peeps after?

Yeah that would be nice.

S: Okay, let’s do that then. Yesterday when I came you were asleep, Mom.

Oh no. I was a asleep?

S: Yeah, you were sound asleep.

No.

S: Yeah, but you’re awake today.

Maybe I’ll be awake today and another day (Mom claps her hands)

S: Good clapping. Clapping on your…?

Gapping!

S: Yes.

What can you spell today? Can you spell clock?

C-L-O-C-K.

S: Yes!

C-L-O-C-Kay on your little pay.

S: Yeah. (I laugh)

Oh, It’s fun to go over there.

S: Yeah. And it’s fun to do spelling. We’ll do some more downstairs.

Yeah, that’s fun….

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I miss connecting with Mom in this physical plane. I’m glad I have these conversations to reflect back on. I’m grateful I said “I love you” to her just about every day for the last four years of her life. Lucky us ❤

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2015/08/30/we-all-go-through-rough-patches-heres-one-thing-that-helps-us-get-to-the-other-side/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2017/12/03/four-years-later-is-too-late-for-my-mom-but-its-not-for-others/

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i tell my mom’s story to help improve dementia care worldwide

I strongly believe that people who live with dementia and their care partners need to speak out and tell their stories if dementia care is ever to reach the standard it should be at in Canada and around the world.

During the last four years of her life, I visited my mother virtually every day in a place I came to call “Dementia Jail.” While it was good for both of us, and essential for Mom’s overall well-being, at the same time it was traumatizing for me.

“I feel like I’m watching mom being slowly tortured to death every day,” I told my friends.

When Mom died, I realized just how much those daily visits had impacted me. I have no doubt that I experienced some form of post-traumatic stress in the weeks and months following her death. The neglect and abuse I witnessed caused me to become a dementia care advocate. The 600+ posts on this blog comprise a part of my advocacy. But I also actively seek opportunities to tell her story in different ways.

On October 24, 2018, I was one of three facilitators to lead a workshop called “Preventing the Use of Physical and Chemical Restraints: Finding Alternatives” at Together…Promoting Wellness, a one-day conference spearheaded by Disability-Life-Dignity (Handicap-Vie-Dignite), which was aimed at addressing the issues of neglect and abuse in Quebec’s long term care facilities. This is the video of the English version of that workshop; I spoke for the first 20 minutes or so. We also did the workshop in French; the video of the French session is here.

Videos in both English and French from the conference may be viewed here. There are lots of other resources on the Disability-Life-Dignity (Handicap-Vie-Dignite) website.

And here are some powerful related links:

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2018/01/23/hidden-restraints-hidden-abuse/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2018/06/09/take-off-the-blindfolds-and-banbpsd-an-open-letter-to-the-worldwide-dementia-community/

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2017/12/03/four-years-later-is-too-late-for-my-mom-but-its-not-for-others/

 

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1 easy way you can help change the face of dementia care worldwide

Teacher and students at Drake Medox College/Drake Medox Health Solutions in Surrey B.C. pose with a poster of “let me shine” hanging on one of their classroom walls

“I LOVE your newsletter!” the email began. “I often share your stories with our students and instructors. I actually printed, laminated and posted your ‘let me shine’ dementia rhyme in all our classrooms and labs.”

The message was from Angela Del Bianco, the Marketing & Program Development Manager at Drake Medox College/Drake Medox Health Solutions in Surrey B.C., Canada. It’s the kind of message that makes my heart sing because it tells me my advocacy is having a worldwide impact by helping to change the perceptions of those who work in dementia care.

I sent an email back to Del Bianco asking for more details; she responded immediately:

“We have nineteen classes and approximately three hundred and twenty-five students in progress at any given time at our two campuses. These students are supported by twenty-two instructors (classroom, clinical and English as a Second Language support staff as English is not the first language of many of our students).

We offer Health Care Assistant (HCA), Activity Assistant and Community Support Worker Programs, but HCAs represent more than 80 percent of our student body: we graduate more than five hundred and twenty-five HCAs a year!”

That means a lot of future care workers will be exposed to the reframing and redefining messaged contained in my ‘let me shine’ poem because Del Bianco took the initiative and posted it in her college’s classrooms.

Better yet, this isn’t the first time the poem has been used in this way.

Bing Boettner, a registered nurse who teaches health science students at a technical school in Maryville, Montana, contacted me in April 2017, and asked me to do a couple of webinars for her students via Skype. Boettner had also printed and laminated “let me shine,” and hung it up in her classroom. I got a big surprise when she showed the poster to me when we Skyped – it was about six feet high!

A couple of weeks after the sessions with Boettner’s students, I was in Ottawa, Ontario, doing a series of workshop for caregivers. I included a copy of “let me shine,” in the participant handouts. One woman in the class said: “I have that poem pinned on my wall. Someone gave it to me.” I was thrilled. ” I wrote it,” I said. She was stunned. She hadn’t known where it came from, or who had written it. It felt wonderful to learn that my good messages are spreading, even when I don’t always know about it. Every little bit counts.

So what can you do to help change the face of dementia care for the better?

Easy. You can download, copy, and distribute posters of “let me shine” as widely as possible. Here are some ideas of where you might post the poem:

  • classrooms and staff rooms in technical schools, colleges, nursing schools, medical schools, etc. where future healthcare workers are learning and being trained
  • In care facility staff rooms, nurses stations, activity rooms, kitchens, dining areas, etc.
  • above your loved one’s bed and/or in their bathroom

You could also:

  • hand it out in care worker and caregiver seminars, sharing circles, meetings, etc.
  • include it in healthcare and dementia care conference packages
  • email the link to the poem or to this post to your friends and followers
  • include the link to the poem or to this post in your next newsletter
  • share it and discuss it at your next staff meeting
  • put it on your blog
  • read it anywhere and everywhere!

Or maybe you have some other ideas – I would love to hear them! I would also love it if you sent me a pic of what you do to spread “let me shine” (with a few details) so I can post your story on MyAlzheimersStory.com and the MAS Facebook page.

Together we can make a difference.

#wecancarebetter

Note: I had to crop the picture of the Drake Medox College/Drake Medox Health Solutions students and teacher to fit my banner format. Here’s the full pic Angela Del Bianco sent me:

https://myalzheimersstory.com/2016/07/24/let-me-shine-a-dementia-rhyme-to-open-minds/

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