Breakthrough Video Chatting

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Lynne talking to Dad on the Facebook Portal

We added technology to simplify communication between Lynne and family and friends. The movers set up Alexa so Lynne would say, “Alexa, call Dad.” My phone rang and we talked. She liked It. Several times a day she liked it. So did I. She filled in my empty social calendar.
Juan, the Life’s Neighborhood technically skilled activities director, insisted we could do better with a device called Portal, sold by Facebook. Lynne could say, “Portal, call Dad.” She could call every one of her friends on Facebook by using their name. Every one of her Facebook friends could call her on Facebook’s Messenger and it should ring her Portal rooted in her room, compared to her wandering phone. They could Facebook video chat on the portal’s 5” wide screen. I ordered one that seemed to arrive by the time I got down to my mailbox.
Juan installed it and we discovered a nice surprise. The Portal screen has a camera that follows her movement as she roams around the room. That’s an improvement because she disappears from her phone screen during chats.
Wow, did it work on Father’s Day with my son’s family on their patio in Bellingham. Lynne’s sons, Henrik and Simon, joined us. Lynne video chatted with us as the boys walked around to face everyone with their cell phone.
Lynne is video chatting with others. Monday a friend didn’t connect with her on a planned call but Lynne called back on Tuesday via video and they had a wonderful talk. Her friend thinks Lynne saw the call on the Portal screen and pressed her profile face to dial her back. Lynne told me her friend stopped by. Perfect! That is how we hoped it would work.
Nevertheless, Lynne told me Tuesday it doesn’t work. I do not know why. She rarely answers when I call during her active social calendar in the new neighborhood. Eventually I call the concierge to ask a care giver to connect us. They call on Lynne’s phone and I call back on Messenger+. I usually meet an unfamiliar caregiver who is unfamiliar with the Portal. I explain it to the best of my limited knowledge.
I contacted Juan who said he is thinking about different ideas to help Lynne. He agrees the simplest way is call the concierge and ask for help.
Nevertheless, we persist.

“The cat still hasn’t shown up.”

Schmitty at a New Home

“The cat still hasn’t shown up,” Lynne remembers infrequently since her move to a new apartment. Then she moves on to something else. No worry. No curiosity about why.
Not surprising, because her cats have always come and gone on their own. They’ve disappeared for long periods of time, even chosen neighbors to adopt, so it’s a typical cat attachment for Lynne. She feels no abandonment. Just a feeling Schmitty can take care of himself and may show up, or not. She is busy with a new room, rules, caregivers, exercises, songs, friends, dining.
She needn’t worry because he’s been well cared for, except when he was left alone in the old apartment growling and meowing. “That was not a good plan,” said Skylar, a caregiver who took him home for the weekend.
Several volunteers have agreed to adopt him, including Skylar. She, Patricia, the volunteer from the rescue shelter, and other staff have considered the best trial homes for Schmitty.
We received news he appears comfortable at his present home, as you can see from the above photo. An update from a director said, “A nurse is trialing adoption of Lynne’s cat and she loves him so far! Seems like a good fit and he will have another kitty friend to play with.”
Next time Lynne remembers the “cat,” I think I’ll update her that it may be a long time before he shows up because he’s found a loving adopter and kitty friend.

Use Care Skills for Loneliness and Dementia from Teepa Snow and Cat Stevens

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Cat Stevens very best songs and lyrics helped Lynne and Dad

Loneliness from isolation causes brain change that appears to speed up the progress of dementia symptoms, according to Teepa Snow, a world famous educator on positive approaches to dementia care www.teepasnow.com. Loneliness brain changes increase chemicals for stress responses and reduces chemicals for mental acuity, immune responses and breathing. Those were the symptoms that worried me during Lynne’s isolation: decreases in acuity to make decisions, remember names, and understand jokes, and increases in anxiety, stress and paranoia.  

Teepa Snow explained these brain changes in a short podcast about loneliness and dementia. Better yet, she recommended practical care behaviors to overcome those declines. It was powerful. She relieved my anxiety  about Lynne’s decline and gave me skills I could use.. They worked.

I used her lessons to create a customized “automobile restorative therapy” to relieve her negative brain change when I drove her to an appointment with her doctor the weekend after she moved in to her apartment. When I picked up, I shared my excitement about Teepa Snow with Curly, the Activities Care Director. He also thinks she is marvelous.

Encouraged, I followed her directions. First, be energetic to uplift her when you greet her. Second, pause, to let her respond with social skills to strengthen synapses idled by loneliness. 

Third, make her laugh watching a funny video of dogs and cats escaping isolation that appeared inescapable.  Fourth play music, Cat Stevens is who she likes, and pause as she sings the lyrics. She started slowly, but increasingly sang more lyrics as she listened to every song over the 20-minute ride. She said she didn’t recognize some of the songs and I didn’t either.

We socialized with staff and her doctor whom she’d known since before she was a mother. I asked both whether she was experiencing menopause and learned that ended years ago. I had no idea. Her doctor is satisfied with the low prescriptions of her antidepressant medications given her likely improvement after isolation.

We walked outside for over a mile in the sunshine to eat frozen yogurt. I reviewed the good news from Teepa Snow that isolation was affecting her depression, memory loss, anxiety, etc. She liked what she heard.

On the way home she listened and sang along with Cat Stevens. She asked, “Is this all Cat Stevens?” She was processing and generalizing. Good synapse exercises.

“ Yes, do you want to switch?” Pause

“No, I like it.” I stayed silent — steeped in a Teepa Snow pause cause.

I told my grandsons so they’d use the skills with their mother, particularly pause.  Her son Simon said, “Yea, did you notice Curly use it when we had the Zoom conference on Sunday?”

He paused. I needed it — I was embarrassed. He was better trained. He plans to be a nurse and has worked in assisted living.

“Do you remember when they logged into the portfolio of participants? Curly pointed to each person on the screen and asked Lynne if she knew who that was. He paused after each one. She named them.”  

I have so much to learn.

By the way, Teepa Snow’s care behaviors helped me, because the brain changes depressing me were the sames brain changes depressing Lynne.  

Be Ready to Uplift Any Instant

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Be ready to uplift Lynne any instant, I remind myself. Anna, her exerciser-advocate texted me they finally had permission to go outside and were headed for the soccer field. I’ll be there I said as I stood in my PJs with bare feet, unwashed dishes, unshaved beard, unwashed face, unbrushed teeth, uncombed hair, unmade bed, unanswered emails.

I kicked the pink soccer ball into Lynne’s view as soon as I saw them. We kicked over to Parker-the-toddler and invited him to play. He loved the pink soccer ball. His mother encouraged him as he sized us up. He picked up the ball barely smaller than he was and kicked it at least half-a-foot towards Lynne who was 20 feet away. He jiggled with excitement as Lynne laughed.

We kicked the soccer ball towards a man more her age wrapping his arms around a large a 20-pound leather exercise ball and heaving it a foot or two. I said my ball was easier to pick up. He laughed, stepped back and invited Lynne to try it.    

Instead she kicked with her clog shoes and moved it half-a-foot. She backed up to get a better run at it. He advised not to do that. Might hurt her toe. She agreed.

Anna said Schmitty the kitty is racing around the apartment. He is friendly with everybody. Tries to head out the door when it opens. I suggested to Lynne we should get him a bigger apartment so he could run around more. She listened.

The hard part was not having anyone to talk to during 12 days inside because a resident had the Covid-19 virus. I suggested we should get her a roommate so she’d have someone to talk to. She listened.

My suggestions were inspired by caregivers who believe Lynne needs a place where she can be safer, more social and more helpful to other residents. They have space in the memory care unit. Her brother, sister and I agree. We’ll have a one-hour virtual-tour of rooms and facilities in the memory care unit next week. We’ll be ready.

Mother’s Day Video Solo Celebration

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Lynne’s assisted living facility celebrated Mother’s Day in the apartments of their residents. They combined costumes, smoothies and songs to liven up their day. Lynne joined in on the fun so we can all join her.

Lynne and Cat — Day One

This morning Lynne exercised with her new mask from Patricia the cat guardian angel while the cat hid behind the sofa. He’s had a rough week. He trusted Patricia after his first rescue, and then she dumped him head first into a carrier bag and he ended up in an apartment. Pam said her rescued cat hid under the toilet for a week. This afternoon the cat is under Lynne’s chair. He’s been in her lap. She says he’s mellow. Patricia says “As soon as she starts brushing him he’ll show himself as the purring sweetheart he is.” However, Kim, the Aegis fiction author-in-residence wrote a move-in-alert from CAT warning caregivers about his needs and plans. He seems bossy. Judge for yourself.

“Hello, I am CAT. I had a name before in my life, and I am sure I am about to get a new name. I will absolutely refuse to respond to that name, because: I am a CAT.” Regarding his needs/plans: “I plan to knock things off the counter tops whenever possible. When you find things on the floor of the apartment, please put them back in a good location for me to knock them off again.” Also: “I will shed. On everything. I will make it a goal to cover Lynne, her belongings, and all of you with a fine layer of my home-made fur. Deal with it.” Regarding affection: “I will be extremely snuggly with you. Until I am not. It will bring me joy to keep you on your toes.”

Mother’s Day Gift: A Cat

Lynne’s guardian angel cat volunteer at Whisker City in Shoreline somehow completed health checkups and paperwork to adopt a cat on Saturday. He is an 11-year-old long-haired, dark-red single-owner cat rescued around the day I called last week. Our family was not prepared. We told Lynne he is her surprise gift for Mother’s Day and arrives on Tuesday. He wrote his own introduction to her for Mother’s Day:

Dear Lynne, my first owner moved into a nursing home and can’t take care of me, so he asked Whisker City to find my new home. Whisker City is in Shoreline Washington with a very good reputation. No matter how much time has passed since you adopted your kitty. We will always take back a cat that was adopted from Whisker City.

Patricia Curry, a volunteer at Whisker City, recommended me as a perfect Mother’s Day present for you on Mother’s Day. You sound like a perfect match for me. My first name was Friskie, but that was 11 years ago and is no longer appropriate because I like to snuggle and cuddle. Please give me a new name that you like. See you soon.

Exercise Rain or Shine

Lynne had another video-chat with friend Lynn. We’ve heard she has more calls than any other resident by far.  Way to go all you friends and family out there. When I told Lynne she had the most, she choked up. I’m trading my video chats with walks.

The only difficulty Lynne and I had was the almost irresistible urge to head into each other’s arms as we walked, talked, kicked and laughed. The caregiver enforced social distance several times, even walking between us.

The photo is from her workout yesterday – 30 minutes on the bike plus a mat workout. “A good sweaty exercise session,” said Anna, the exercise director.

God bless those exercise directors.  

Lynne Getting Her Kicks Out of Feeling Alive

Getting Her Kicks

Lynne’s suggestions improved our outdoor exercise today. Last Saturday she considered the children’s plastic orange beach ball too light and too small for kicking on a soccer field where her boys had kicked official soccer balls. An official soccer ball is an essential medical device for mandated exercise, and so is the pacemaker device in my chest that needed a check-up at the cardiologist’s office on Monday. Fortunately, a Fred Meyer near the hospital had five sizes of soccer balls in a deserted aisle. The packaging explained the official size for youth her boys age was 4. They had it in pink. Perfect.
I bounced it into her hands at the front door of her assisted living facility. She tucked it tight under an arm in our walk to the field. She was right to upgrade our medical device. The ball flew farther, spun more, curled past our feet and around goal posts. It took more skill to kick or stop. We ran farther to retrieve it, exercised harder, and laughed constantly.
We’re grateful staff exercises her outside where I can join her and keep my distance. The exercise is more vigorous and healthier than one of my lonely walks. Admittedly she doesn’t play like old times. She knows how to kick it. She may walk past it toward the caregiver who points at it to remind her she was headed to retrieve it. She can kick it right at me. When we suggest she score a goal, she aims at the middle of the field. Only we notice missteps. She never does. She celebrates. She laughs. She walks and runs. She never loses her enthusiasm for being outdoors. For exercise. For friends.
Before we walked back, I announced Mary, a high school friend, was calling her at 11. They haven’t talked for years. Her face lit up. “She is?” She repeated her name and recalled her. The last smile I saw on her face was when I reminded her, again, Mary was calling at 11.

Feeling Honest Instead of Entertaining

I’ve prepared for video chats with Lynne to entertain her. It feels artificial to be honest. Yesterday I shared what was going on with my life, such visiting my cardiologist because my A-Fib returned in February 2020 a year after an ablation cured it. I’m disappointed. I’ve limited my exercise. He’s scheduled an echogram and a cardioversion to see if we can get improvements.

We made plans for the boys, friends and family to video chat to replace our Sunday night dinners together. She remembered her cousin promised to send her a picture of her son in his costume cast as a worm, but Lynne hadn’t received it. She tasked me to get it. I need to change her profile on Facebook, but I need her password. Mom had it in her Wunderlist app.  I need to find it.

I shared other information about me joining her for a walk the next day, writing, investments, family concerns, posting on her Facebook and my Facebooks, etc. And I shared jokes and what her friends were doing.

I shared like she was Karen. When we were done I had a list of things to do. She said, “Well, that was productive. You’ve got a lot to do.”

We promised not to cry when we hung up.