Check out the latest issue of Ramona’s Alzheimer’s Disease Daily, if you haven’t looked at prior issued, this one has 16 contributors!
Prevention is key here with dementia and Alzheimer’s disease.
Always stay involved with things you love, learning, becoming and growing as a person. I speak from experience and watched my dad slowly die because he refused to get involved with social interaction activities that would have helped him cope with the congestive heart failure and severe, crippling osteoarthriris that would end up nearly totally paralyzing him! He will be gone a little over a year now and mom-Ramona- is 82 and is responsible for my existence and me accomplishing all I have in my life.
I want to have the “Use it or lose it” mentality my Nanny had, who lived with us when I was a child. She was my dad’s mother and also had both rhematoid arthritis and osteoarthriris. I suggest we all adopt the “use it or lose it” way of thinking and apply it to staying lucid, strong mentally and not letting our minds and lives become mush sitting around a television set, (which is the worst thing a senior citizen can do with himself or herself!!!) It uses nothing upstairs and is a passive activity.
If they are in a senior home, as dad was in the saddest last year of his life, he at least was watching a nice movie on a plasma TV with 20 people, which gave him friends to associate with…also in wheelchairs.
It is important that if your loved one is severely crippled to get them out and about involved with activities they enjoy. If they need counseling to accept their imposed limitations and boundaries of being confined to a wheelchair, then by all means get them to a qualified professional.
ATTITUDE is everything, and as a persion who has been diagnosed with complex partial and simple partial epilepsy since I was 9 years old, I know what boundaries and limits are.
The trick is to adapt to live in spite of them.
Dad and Mom at Mike & Kathy’s wedding…my brother and sister-in-law….when dad had legs and could walk and was happy. Mom before she took care of dad didn’t have the stress she did dealing with dad’s health problems later in their marriage. God bless them both for they gave me life, encouragement, love, taught me right from wrong and taught me the meaning of honesty and integrity.
This is a bit longer than what I thought I would write, but I am pleased with this.
If I help someone in the world with a parent with dementia or Alzheimer’s disease, then it was worth writing it.
Also, contact your local Alzheimer’s Association. Tune in to every resource and program they have. I volunteered my time for them when I was married years ago and used to walk to their office, getting materials for my mother and I for her mother who also had Alzheimer’s disease. I prayed mom wouldn’t aquire it, but as in many things in my life, God didn’t see fit to answer my prayer but give me something else instead.
Mom (Ramona Lea) when she was 16 years old
I pray my mother always recognizes me and knows who I am as long as we both live. I want her to see my books when they’re printed and I miss our talks and tea parties and the many dinners I cooked for her during the 13 years I chose to live in the duplex, nearly paying my parent’s mortgage. The property was sold recently by my brother-in-law in June 2013. I need a great, hard hitting lawyer that deals with property and senior/elder abuse in Orange County, CA. The attorney can bill my sister and Mike Bunker-who evicted me and abducted mom from her own house with no note, destroyed my parent’s belongings and I have photos on this.
I look forward to seeing mom soon and looking into her emerald green eyes, giving her a big hug and telling her the news over the last year. Just seeing her smile is enough to make the sun come out on a rainy day.
I want peace of mind. I just want to know that while everyone was going through mom’s things having a field day, I took one picture of her and a crucifix that belonged to Nanny. Mom was alive and unless she physically gave me her things it wasn’t right.
I called the Garden Grove police dept when they were hauling her stuff in a trash dumpster but they did nothing, the same as the Riverside Adult Protective Services. We need to change the Power of Attorney laws in CA. Mom didn’t know what she was signing and my dad had no right to sign for her.
Mom and dad’s $1000 leather Lazy Boy chairs someone hacked up with an ax so the trash man would take them! After all it wasn’t Bunker’s or my siblings…they didn’t care. I am the one kid that stands for principles. It was my mother’s who was alive and is alive now and that was hers. If her property or possessions needed to be liquidated, there is an appropriate way to liquidate something, (which I could have done and gotten top dollar and given the proceeds to my mother), and there is a way you do not do things. They all chose unwisely.
That was where I chose to live after my divorce to the rocket scientist I was married to for 15 years. Mind you, I could have bought a house with cash, but chose to help the folks out, pay their house payment, basically, and I saw it as a good thing at the time. I would have never believed it would become the house of horrors with continual drama from people visiting my folks or paramedics and ambulences coming to get my dad every other day.
People turn right down ugly when you dangle money on a string. Mike Bunker was given debit cards, bank cards, social security numbers by my father who trusted him. He ended up TRASHING THINGS that were NOT TRASH, including the mismanagement of my dad’s care when he was overseeing it.
I did what was right and what was needed, not what was easy or cheap. I can like myself and I should…lots of others do as well. I have no regrets when I look back, but I know they will one day when someone who is not me-points out how stupid they all were and lazy and callous. I guess INHUMANE sums it up in a nutshell.
I bought the song “Stronger” on my iPod yesterday and I must say the words are me. It is as though I wrote it.
I think I might have PTSD but I hope I don’t. Regular income that meets all my needs with no more counting pennies or sacrificing anything. I feel like I sacrificed myself for years and now I want to just LIVE.
I am not sure how this reads to someone else, but I feel better after writing it. I am not depressed but optimistic.
I am going to send the link to this story to Oprah Winfrey. I think she would care about my story.
Paulette Motzko at age 52 in Orange County, CA where she has been living most of her life and where she’d like to keep living. I need either a HUD Housing Voucher to stay though, or another kind of subsidized housing program for disabled people. My disability is invisible (as are most disabilities). Epilepsy is a developmental disability which is classified as a neurological disorder and mine is treated with two very expensive medicines that work.
I have sent multiple faxes and letters to the director of the Urban Housing Authority and Housing Authority & Urban Development, the Mayor of Los Angeles who only cares women with multiple children from many fathers instead of someone who tried to do things right and prevent tragedies like that from happening in the first place.
I feel like a Pheonix Rising out of the ashes. The place I lived was taken from me, I haven’t seen my mom in nearly a year and my sister won’t give mom the phone or arrange for me to see her. All my belongings are in storage vaults and I am trying to get a place and a job at the same time.
I am three years short of being a senior myself, so in my opinion we have a power attorney run amuck and elder abuse dual fold-against my mom and myself. Total apathy and callousness was exhibited on behalf of my mother and I. Nobody and I mean nobody will ever break the two of us apart.
Mike Bunker has been malicious in intent and I want to mandate an outside party to look after my mom who would look out for her that I trust.
Reply here if you know any lawyers who would read this and take my case.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
If you know of a congressman or congresswoman who could change my story to one with a happy ending, or a damn good attorney or someone in the public eye email