Last night I was reminded about how much can go RIGHT with caregiving.
It’s 11:00 PM and I write these words on my iPad while sitting in my bed at the Phoebe Ministries nursing home/rehab complex in Allentown, Penn.
Martin Bayne called me from the hospital today asking if ChangingAging would help him chronicle his journey of recovery as he transitions to a nursing home to regain adequate health and mobility to return to his home at Sacred Heart Assisted Living.
I am wrestling with something that seems to be counter-intuitive, paradoxical and miraculous. Something that I have experienced personally, and something that it turns out is a part of the human experience. I’m talking about diminishment.
We can’t help but change the music, just because of who we are and how we play, and the chemistry of this particular combination of musicians. It just happens. Like magic… but with no magician!
I’ve been running a program for men in the early stages of dementia (alk about a job for a hostage negotiator). This poem brought more men to the program than all my spruiking, brochures and referrals.
How could I have studied gerontology all these years and yet retained “a purely abstract notion” about aging?
The new dementia story is brewing, it is ripening, and it is ready to be heard. If we take the time to listen, we may hear a story overflowing with hope, a story not of decline, but a story in which people living with dementia are “on the rise.” This is Roger’s story.