Family, Poetry, Real life

6 priceless gifts you could give people living with dementia (and everyone else for that matter!)

These gifts are inexpensive (they don’t cost dollars and cents, so everyone can afford them), and yet priceless (because of the fact they can’t be bought, and must be given from the heart). Even better, they can be gifted all year round!

Please consider giving one, several or all of these gifts this year (and always) to people who live with dementia in your family, your community and around the world.

Respect

You could treat people who live with dementia like the human beings they still are no matter what “stage” of the condition they are living with. You could treat them like adults, not children. You could respect their wishes, wants and desires. You could believe their lives still have value, and you could demonstrate that belief in the way you interact with them.

Love

You may have been told that people who live with dementia become empty shells. But that’s not true. They are people with rights and needs just like the rest of us, and they need to be loved just like the rest of us do. Share your love.

Time

You could give them the most precious gift of all: the gift of time. Carve out a space in your busy life and go to visit someone living alone, or someone who rarely gets visitors even if they are living in community. Once you get there, sit and stay awhile. You don’t have to do anything – just being with someone is often enough.

Understanding

People who live with Alzheimer’s disease and other dementias are widely misunderstood, stigmatized and marginalized. If each and every one of us took the time to educate ourselves and to really understand what’s going one with people who live with dementia, and what causes them to behave the way they do, we would all be a lot better off. If you haven’t already begun learning, start educating yourself now.

Compassion

Imagine what it might be like to be experiencing brain changes in which your memory and your ability to understand the world are shifting in ways that make it hard for you to navigate reality. Imagine what it might be like to experience stigma and isolation, to have other people take control of your life. Imagine what it might be like to walk in their shoes, and then give the people you interact with who are living with dementia your compassion and understanding.

Advocacy

People who live with dementia are often treated like objects, like pieces of furniture, as if they are less than human. Many are unable to speak up for themselves. We need to be their voice. We need to ensure that they are treated with dignity, and that they get the care they have a right to. When you see people who live with dementia being neglected, abused or treated in ways they shouldn’t be, SAY SOMETHING! And then keep advocating until things change.

These are gifts that money can’t buy, but that we all have the capacity to give.

Please give generously.

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Family, Poetry, Real life

alone: a heartbreaking poem by 89-year-old lilly who lives with dementia

September 8, 2019: “Do you want me to read you the really sad poem I wrote last week?” Lilly* asks.

“Gee Lilly, I don’t know,” I say. “Not if it’s really sad.” I’m feeling a little melancholy myself.

“I’m gonna read it to you anyway.” Lilly has a mind of her own, no doubt about that! She and I have been playing Scrabble on Sunday nights for about year. I go to her place sometime between 7 and 8 p.m. and we play for an hour and a bit. She tells me the same stories over and over as we play, and I listen like it’s the first time every time.

Lilly is a fine Scrabble player, and I lose about as often as I win. She also has a great sense of humour, and is generally pretty positive despite her many physical challenges including spinal stenosis, which keeps her hunched over, in pain and using a walker.

I’ve come to learn quite a lot about Lilly, who will turn ninety on Valentine’s Day 2020. She has six children (a seventh died a few years ago), and ten grandchildren. Great grand twins are expected in November, and Lillly is determined to live until they’re born.

Lilly’s family members call and visit often, and although I’m not there to witness it, I’m certain at least one of them is in touch each and every day. She has other regular visitors, including me, and she goes to a full day adult program (which she adores), on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. She has LOTS of contact with family, friends, and support workers. But sometimes, because of her dementia, Lilly forgets about the abundance of social interactions she enjoys, and she feels lonely as we all do from time to time. When that happened last week, Lilly, who is a great poet and writer, put pen to paper.

As she read me the poem she had written, tears came to my eyes, and at the end, my heart broke with despair. Lilly gave me permission to share her poem (with a few tiny tweaks by yours truly):

alone

©2019 Lilly & Susan Macaulay

alone

i haven’t had a visit
i haven’t had a call
it really seems my family
doesn’t care at all

this is a special weekend
too bad that they don’t see
i’m lonely and I feel
that no one cares for me

i’m old now and I guess
i’m a bother to them all
but oh! how I am wishing
that one of them would call

i do not like the message
their silence seems to send
it comes through loud and clear:
they wish my life would end

Please don’t forget people who live with dementia, even though they may forget you. Call often. Visit often. Hold their hands in yours. Hold their hearts in yours. Tell them you love them over and over and over again, especially when they may not remember what you have said. It means the world to every one of us, young and old, living with a disease or not, to feel we are loved. 

* Not her real name.

©2019 Lilly & Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely via this post, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media or blogs. Thank you.

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Death & Dying, Poetry, Real life

euthanasia

Pia Roma sitting on my VariDesk in 2017. She was an excellent catssisstant ❤

June 26, 2019: I wrote this a month or two before I had to put little Pia Roma to sleep on June 29, 2018. I was in anguish for months, hoping she would die a natural death before I had to euthanize her so she wouldn’t suffer. Pia had been Mom’s beloved companion for about eight years, and then mine for seven after Mom went to #DementiaJail.

I still miss her by my side.

euthanasia

This poem is dedicated to everyone who has had to put a beloved animal member of their family to sleep.

©2018 punkie

euthanasia

your heart beats strong
as the hours grow long
softly you do stride
through this life
with all its strife
and troubles to abide

a feline muse
clothed in silver hews
with golden eyes moon-wide
you helped me write
through days and nights
lay patient by my side

and we played with string
ran around in rings
laughed until i cried
while disease within
like original sin
consumed, then health denied

though it’s humane
to ease the pain
when everything’s been tried
that you must leave
me here to grieve
sickens me inside

friends say i’ll know
when it’s time you should go
but how shall i decide
to cause you to sleep
in the eternal deep
as if god’s hands were mine

 

©2018 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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