A couple of weeks back, I noticed one of my posts was getting a lot of views from unknown persons. That post was “What is a Snack?” and it gave a snapshot of how Mom was about a year ago. She was confused, disorientated and gave the impression that she would only get worse and the end was near.
Fortunately for us, she stabilised, and amazingly enough, she probably even improved slightly. She’s still frail, but seems less confused, and she doesn’t get as agitated or wake up at night.
I’m not sure what helped the most. And I am very hesitant to report this…. but we started her on coconut oil. Just one teaspoon everyday. At the same time, we slowed down on snacks and rice as she was more sedentary and gaining weight.
It is all still very controversial and the theory goes like this – Alzheimer’s is a kind of diabetes of the brain. The science on this is still in its infancy, and more findings are required. Now Mom doesn’t have diabetes, but she does have mixed dementia (combined Alzheimer’s and vascular), and she has vascular disease similar to those found in persons with diabetes. So in theory, if she has something like diabetes, she may benefit from a diet that’s good for persons with diabetes.
There’s a huge controversy on what’s good for a person with diabetes today. One idea is that a high fat diet is good, and to avoid carbohydrates and excessive protein. It’s hard to believe that the minor change we made to her diet made any difference, but here we are. I’ll say no more.
Early in the flight I heard the stewardess checking on the dietary requirements of the passenger in front of me. “Hello, Mr K, I’m confirming that you requested a vegetarian meal?” “No no,” he said, “I didn’t make any request.”
“Are you Mr. K? It says on your ticket you need a vegetarian meal?”
“No no, I didn’t make any request.”
“Okay, can I bring you a vegetarian meal? Will you have that?”
“No, no. I don’t want vegetarian.”
“Are you not vegetarian, can you eat meat?”
“Yes, anything is okay”
“Would you like me to cancel your vegetarian meal and get you a normal meal then?”
Half an hour later the lunch cart came round and a different stewardess asked, “Pork or chicken?”
“I can’t take that”, he says, “I’m vegetarian!”
And the stewardess says, “Did you request for a vegetarian meal? There’s no sticker on your seat for a special meal. Ok, let me check with my colleague.”
As she goes off to check (thus delaying MY lunch), I was incredulous at the behaviour of the chap. Was he forgetful or plain bad at communicating or a sociopath out to create trouble?
I know it’s been a long time since I last wrote. There’s not much change in Mom’s status, which is a good thing.
She’s a Happy Camper.
She wishes me Good Morning with a huge smile.
She laughs because exercise tickles.
She sleeps when she feels like it.
TV is fun or not, it’s still watchable.
Occasionally she spits out chewed food.
Occasionally she thinks afternoon tea is breakfast time. At times I’m her sister.
But on the whole, it’s peace and love. Life goes on. Touch wood.