(NOTE: All donations will go directly to The Bluefield Project to Cure Frontotemporal Dementia, based out of UCSF. More details will be explained in a later post. In the mean time, please feel free to visit http://bluefieldproject.org/ for more details. Thanks!)
Hello and welcome!!! Whether you stumbled upon this blog by accident or intentionally, my family and I encourage you to read on.
Hello and welcome!!! Whether you stumbled upon this blog by accident or intentionally, my family and I encourage you to read on.
Many of you may have known Mary and/or Marge ("Nanny") before, after, or
throughout their diagnoses; our purpose is to share who they
are and how Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD) has affected all of our lives, theirs
in particular.
We
encourage you to share your stories via this blog by either commenting or by
writing to Pennyfortheirthoughts@outlook.com and we will make sure your post is
published.
This blog is too late to save our mom, our grandmother (Marge/"Nanny"), and possibly some of your own family members struck by Dementia, but that is not a good enough of a reason to stand by and do nothing.
This blog is too late to save our mom, our grandmother (Marge/"Nanny"), and possibly some of your own family members struck by Dementia, but that is not a good enough of a reason to stand by and do nothing.
The life and struggles of our loved ones who suffer from Dementia should be shared, in their honor, with an effort to bring hope of a
cure for their children, grandchildren, and the other 100's of thousands of
others affected by dementia.
Although Alzheimer's Disease is well known
(and very well funded) is not the only type of Dementia. Parkinson, ALS, FTD... these are also forms of dementia.
Unlike Alzheimer's, in cases of FTD, the
deterioration of brain tissue has little to do with the function of memory. In
fact, FTD patients often know what is happening to them for the first few years. The primary signs and symptoms are that of communication.
Dementia is not
just a disease of the mind; it slowly deteriorates the brain which then cannot
send and receive messages from the body; resulting in the eventual death of
life functions (communication, swallowing, responding, walking, initiating, etc.)
Regardless of type, dementia is a death
sentence upon diagnosis. It may take years or over a decade, but the end result
is always the same.
To get to the point, my family started this page
-->to educate,
-->raise funds,
--> and to tell Mary’s story.
I only ask you for you to read this first post, and after that, it’s up to me to keep you engaged.
To get to the point, my family started this page
-->to educate,
-->raise funds,
--> and to tell Mary’s story.
I only ask you for you to read this first post, and after that, it’s up to me to keep you engaged.
To educate -- FTD -- Can you imagine being dropped into a remote Chinese
village where you could not speak, read or understand the language but you were
lost and needed directions? Or, ever have those moments when you have a
total brain fart and no matter how hard you try, you can’t think of the
word? It’s on the tip of your tongue….argghh! But just can’t find it.....frustrating, no?
Now, imagine being both lost for understanding and unable to articulate a response or message to the outside world. It's like a chinese finger grap -- the harder you try, the less you understand and the bigger the brain block.
That’s just the start-- year one.
Frontotemporal degeneration (FTD) represents 10-20% of all dementia cases—and
typically strikes you while still in your prime 40s-60s (but seen as young as 21!!
and late as 80), yet nearly no one has ever heard of it (myself included until
2008 when my 56 year old mother was diagnosed). It’s time to get the word out.
Alzheimer’s – though equally terminal – is what folks know. Which means it is
also where money goes, and research is focused. Alzheimer’s medication will not
help an FTD patient.
My mom, at 56, was told by some of the best medical professionals, “Sorry, no
medicine. no treatment is available. No cure. Please go home and prepare for
the road ahead.”
To Raise Funds – Without research, there will continue to be no medicine and no cure. Most FTD cases are not inherited. Most are spontaneous (unknown cause or related family history), some are genetic (the family has some history of dementia, but there is not a clear connection between cases, and some are hereditary (an autosomal dominant gene is passed down from one generation to the next). My family is in the 10% that is hereditary. Are you familiar with the fear of Huntington’s disease? Our case of FTD harbors the same fear, 50/50 chance of passing it on to offspring. I will discuss this in more detail in a later post - but this is meant to be an intro – I’m just reeling ya in! (Is it working?)
In May, 2013, Heidi and I (siblings) ran the Pittsburgh Marathon in honor of my mom and Nanny. Additionally, we will continue to write in this blog and hold other functions/races to keep building on our initial fund raising goal. Every penny matters. Every penny is a cent closer to giving the next generation a shot at holding on to their mind, body and life. I will discuss later on where specifically your donation goes, but it is ALL for research - The Bluefield Project -- based out of University of California-San Francisco (UCSF) but works closely with other universities in the United States as well as the United Kingdom in order to utilize each other's findings rather than compete against each other. So please keep reading but also please consider the “Donate” button in the right column.
“Penny for their Thoughts”
Together, we will walk through the before, the during, (positive and not-so great times—there are some good ones ;)) and with a sad, yet peaceful heart, the after.
And finally, we will also tell you of the future. When something this terrible
is genetic, it doesn’t stop with my mom. In our family, Momis at least the third generation inflicted with FTD. Please help me make it the
last.
My heart goes out to the over 15 MILLION Americans that are caregivers to dementia stricken loved ones. If sharing Mary’s story helps others going through this, and lets them know they are not alone, then it’s worth it.
From Mary, Marge and all of the Hall's/Flanagan's... ~thanks~
NEXT POST:
"Something is up with mom? The first signs" .....
3 comments:
I found the link to this blog on the PPA support group on yahoo. Your description of FTD, is perfect. I plan to use it when I have to try, over and over, to explain to someone that my mom does not have Alzheimer's and what it is that she does have.
My mom was officially diagnosed almost two years ago-well, as officially as it can get when she wouldn't to back to the neurologist-but that was the result of the testing and the diagnosis from the neuropsychologist. It seems to be correct.
I consider this disease to be more cruel than Alzheimer's in some ways because she does realize what is going on, at least in the beginning, and there is nothing to make it better. My mom did not want anyone to know, including her kids once the diagnosis was made, so we have all had an "elephant in the room" for quite awhile. Now, she doesn't really seem to notice as much that we help her find her words all the time. This last week, she has gotten much worse and is started to seem more and more like someone with a dementia, this is the stage that is tough.
Thank you for sharing your story and raising funds for research. I was a lucky. My mom did not get diagnosed until she was 72. She probably started showing some slight signs at 70 or 71. I cannot imagine losing her at 56.
Hi Teresa, I've heard some people describe this as closer to ALS than dementia - that you are aware of what you are going through. I remember during the early stages my family and would be torn between hoping this would progress slowly and hoping she would just get to the point that she didnt understand anymore. my mom knew something was wrong at least a year before anyone else, so I understand where you are coming from. And getting help at the beginning was so hard bc she resisted everything. Watching her those first few years, may have been the worst.
I'm sure you have also realized this, but since it changes daily, constantly "stepping outside the box" and looking at the situation I found so helpful. One day I just had to tell my mom to wash her hair, another day I had to hand her the shampoo and conditioner...I would hand over the shammpoo silently, and do my best to treat her like the adult she was, careful never to "baby talk" but I tried to take over as little as possible in those situations and allow her to keep her independence in any way it was safe. (which is sometimes not possible - taking her driver's license away was devastating for her).
Thank you for sharing your comment and own experience :)
Thanks for replying. I agree with being torn between wanting it to progress slowly and wanting it to be over. I find myself loking at mom each time aI see her and noticing if se is still able to do her own hair and if it looks the same. So far, she is able to do it. I know that will be one of the main signs for us that things have changed and we are entering another phase of this disease.
We were lucky that mom decided on her own to stop driving. She just chose to drive less and less. I think she found she wasn't comfortable doing it anymore. My brother and I are now trying to work out a way to give my dad a break without mom realizing that is what we are doing.
I look forward to your new entries. As I have begun to accept mom's diagnosis, I am slowly starting to look for information and support.
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