This past week Grandma and I entered into a research study for Alzheimer's and Memory Loss, something I think is finally going to give us the help she and I need. This was part 1 of the study, collecting personal data and setting a base line. The next appointment will be more extensive psychological testing.
These are the few things that stuck out to me in this session:
first: grandma didn't remember our appointment come wednesday morning even though she did on tuesday night. This lapse in information meant she did not get to eat her lunch at a normal time. The appointment was at 2pm so I packed her as much food as I could because I didn't know how long we would be at UCLA. Of Course stubborn grandma has to do things her own way and pack herself a second bag of snacks.
Next, I always find it mildly amusing and somewhat sad when we start talking to the doctors and when I start telling stories that have happened and she seems shocked and astounded at what she is hearing. I hate to do it but I need the doctors to be aware of the situation.
We are then separated and they ask me a few background questions and other types of "memory" questions to test how far back she can think. Saturday we celebrated her bday... she forgot...
One of the other questions she was asked was how many children she had, she said she thought she had 2... I know it's been 10 years since my dad passed but this is the first time she has ever been uncertain of his existence. That was shocking to me. The day was over and we made our way home.
On to another day, hoping for the best I can.
These are the few things that stuck out to me in this session:
first: grandma didn't remember our appointment come wednesday morning even though she did on tuesday night. This lapse in information meant she did not get to eat her lunch at a normal time. The appointment was at 2pm so I packed her as much food as I could because I didn't know how long we would be at UCLA. Of Course stubborn grandma has to do things her own way and pack herself a second bag of snacks.
Next, I always find it mildly amusing and somewhat sad when we start talking to the doctors and when I start telling stories that have happened and she seems shocked and astounded at what she is hearing. I hate to do it but I need the doctors to be aware of the situation.
We are then separated and they ask me a few background questions and other types of "memory" questions to test how far back she can think. Saturday we celebrated her bday... she forgot...
One of the other questions she was asked was how many children she had, she said she thought she had 2... I know it's been 10 years since my dad passed but this is the first time she has ever been uncertain of his existence. That was shocking to me. The day was over and we made our way home.
On to another day, hoping for the best I can.
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