I got Bill into bed tonight only to have him get up again five minutes later. He walked into the living room and told me he couldn't raise his arm high enough to do something. I don't know what he was trying to say, but he ask me to come into the kitchen with him. He said he wanted a drink and ask me to help him. I did and when I gave him the glass I had to help him bring it up to take a drink. He took a sip and then told me, "If I don't get over this, I'm going to die." Is he trying to tell me something; does he sense that maybe things aren't going as well as it seems right now?
He has gotten more unsteady on his feet just in the past week and is having trouble getting up from a sitting position. I had to buy him pants two sizes larger because his gained weight, at least in the stomach. Weight hasn't increased that much but his waist has. I really don't know what to think about what he said.
Joyce43, My DH talks about death a lot and has for the past six months or so. His famous saying is "It's not worth it." He says he would rather be dead. This usually follows an incident like you described where he just can't do something he has always done without any thought or effort. It's really hard to say what their brain cells are doing other than of course dying. It's almost like a light bulb goes on in his head and the reality of his disease hits him. Then he goes back to the fog and the sleep and the memory issues that go on and on.
My DH has gained some weight also, probably lack of exercise, and actually eating three meals a day (although I try to keep his diet healthy). My DH has had a lot of problems with walking, and unsteadiness on his feet. He has major problems getting up from a sitting position. As a matter of fact, today we had a lift chair delivered. It's also a recliner and only has two buttons that he needs to learn to control. It is really nice to get him out of the chair, in an almost standing position and then he can get to the walker and move around. All this without any assistance from me. This is WONDERFUL for me because I was holding his arm and helping him rock to get in a standing position. My nephew also put plywood boards cut to size to fit under our sectional cushions. That really helps too. Also my DH is in physical thereapy twice weekly to help with his gait and help him strengthen his leg muscles.
I know all this may get even worse, but for now....this is where we are and sounds like maybe a pattern that others follow in a similar way. God Bless!
Joyce, Gene has said, "kill me" and "I'm dying". I tell him you have been telling me for years. I was told that there is little suicide in AD. They can't remember long enough to carry it out.
Jayne, Let me know if the physical therapy works for the gait problems. I may ask for it, if it does. Remarkably he has good strength in his legs for standing up.
I can't type tonight....I am going to bed. Barbarakay
Perhaps two or three years ago my wife M said to me "It looks like I'm not going to make it" when we were discussing longevity of some relatives. A year or so later, she wasn't feeling well and said quite seriously "Take your gun and shoot me!" For safety, I do keep my guns locked up and out of sight. Her death wishes disappeared after she entered stage 6. Now confusion limits her talk to little more than "ok, yes, no." I didn't think she would survive 2007. I am fearful about 2008.
She also has gained weight from lack of exercise. She has trouble standing up and walking. I hold her hand firmly when we are in public to prevent falls and wandering away. Its so sad, she was once smart, slender, athletic and very active.
My dh has made the odd comment about dying, from time to time. Not that he exactly wants to but the fact that he probally won't be around that long, or "what's the use". I can't say that I blame them
I also bought a lift chair for him so I would have it when I needed it. Found a used one for $200. that looks like new. He really isn't ready for it yet, so I put it in his BR for later. He has to "rock" himself to get up from his recliner and has had to for 6 months but I don't believe it is any harder for him now than then. He takes a good bit of time getting in and out of the car. Last year I thought a crossover would be easier for him but now I don't think so. He says he does better with our full-size Buick than with his Chevy Coronada 4 wd. I bought him one of those tools that looks similar to a screwdriver to use in the latch of the door and supposed to make it easier, but he doesn't use it.
When the Hospice aide was helping with my Mom, she showed us the proper way to help someone out of a chair and is does make a remarkable difference and not hard on your back. I have never tried it with dh and he is heavier. She said to kind of squat down in front of them and have them hug you around the neck and shoulders and then lock your wrists around them at the waist and pull them up using your whole body instead of just your back. I don't know if this will help anyone or not.
My husband also talked about dying. However, when that was really happening he asked me, "What can I do to get well?" That was during the last week of his life. As mentioned before, the booklet you can get on line - "Gone From my Sight" gives a pretty good indication of the last one to three months of life. I sugest reading it or printing it off since it is just a few pages and then you can compare the booklet to what is actually happening with your spouse.
Andrea used to sit in bed and cry. On good days when she would be aware, she'd cry that she wanted to die from this disease. On bad days when she didn't know what was wrong with her, she'd cry that she didn't want to die.
This disease is absolutely appalling. But, like everything else, the crying and speaking of death was a stage.
Yes it was a stage for us as well. An earlier stage. Back when he still had moments when he knew what was happening to him, and what was going to happen to him. He often would stand and stare for hours and hours lost in his thoughts. I can't recall the number of time he would come back in and say he wished he had the courage to take his life. The worst for me was when he was crying and begging me to help him. Damn those were hard times! Course, it is better than where we are now *sigh