A personal blog...

...chronicling the dementia adventures of...

...Girl and

The Other Girl...

...sharing hilarious and 

heartbreaking moments

of life...

 

...with our mom who has vascular dementia.

 

Sunday Bloody Sunday

In the wee hours of Sunday morning, The Boyfriend in the Basement heard Mom moving around upstairs and went to see if all was well. All was not. He found Mom puttering around in the darkness of the living room and gently directed her down the hallway to bed. That's when he saw the blood stain on her pillow. That's when he looked at the back of her head. That's when he realized she was still bleeding. That's when he texted me. Mom put herself to bed around 7:45 on Saturday night. Usually I try and keep her up for awhile longer so she doesn't wake me too early the next morning! But I left her to her own sleepy devises that night as I had made plans earlier in the week for virtual wine at 8 o'c

Fun Lovin' Cannibal

You never know what Scooby Snacks might appeal to Dementia. While Dementia ain't never done us any favors, as of late it's not throwing many punches either (well, not counting all that blood last weekend). While Mom won't be taking home the crown in a Miss Congeniality contest anytime soon, she has been mostly content with her world and those of us in it. With a few exceptions... Bored with our usual treks in the Willamette Valley, I decided to cross the Columbia River and venture into eastern Washington to see what there is to see. Hwy 14 is a beautiful drive with the sun gleaming majestically off Mt. Hood's snowy peaks in front of us, flanked by the rugged grandeur of the river gorge to ou

NPR's Here & Now

Poor Mom's getting more popular for all the worst reasons. The NPR show Here & Now has done a piece on the challenges when COVID-19 smashes into Dementia. A producer of the show found our Stumped Town Dementia post of Mom surviving COVID and interviewed me about our experience. We are just one of the voices in the COVID/dementia club to give our input to this piece, and while nobody anywhere should have to ride the COVID/dementia rollercoaster, we were still pleased to offer our tale of survival to the nationally aired Here & Now show. The piece aired on May 29th, 2020. It is now featured as a digital story here with the original on-air piece included. Before this aired Mom's dementia fame w

"Every dementia person is different."

A Beginner's Guide to Dementia Okay, I begrudgingly admit that the above statement is actually true; dementia is tailor made to the person, and unlike most custom jobs, you don't have to pay extra for the service. (Gee. Thanks?) Every dementia person is different because every life situation is different, families and support systems differ, the types of dementia are different, and the disease attacks each brain differently. HOWEVER, every time I've received this response to my cries for help it's come from a supposed dementia professional, wielded like a weapon against my quest for information to assist Mom. Early on in our dementia journey I came to the the conclusion that people who don't

When our colors are united, we stand.

When our colors are divided, we fall. A white piece of paper has nothing to say. A white screen has nothing to offer. It is only when the color of the text creates letters strung into words, strung into paragraphs, strung into ideas that we have the opportunity to ponder the words, to expose ourselves to new ideas, to take from those concepts that which we deem helpful to better ourselves, our lives, and the lives of those around us. I am not a red person. I am not a blue person. I am a red, white, and blue person. Within me is a fusion of thoughts and opinions that defies the narrow definition of political affiliations. My state is not a red state. My state is not a blue state. My state is

The Barber of Stumped Town

How many idgits does it take to give a dementia person a bad haircut? Apparently, three. Like everyone else in this brave new world, Mom's gotten a little shaggy from a lack of beauty salon access. So, we took matters into our own hands for functionally disastrous results. Ridiculously Tall Grandson #1 was the only one brave enough to brandish the sewing scissors, while The Boyfriend in the Basement and I worked crowd control for one. So now Mom has an Art School Girl haircut. We had no choice that night but to deem her slanted bangs and uneven wispiness avant-garde, and declare we would enroll her in some pretentious art institute in the fall, complete with an all-black wardrobe, and The Cu

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Here & Now

NPR

May 2020

Open Caregiving

August 2020

When They Forget

Podcast

September 2020

Alzheimer's Society UK

March 2018

AlzAuthors

July 2019

Ro & Steve

June 2019

Being Patient

December 2018

Family Caregiver Alliance

September 2018

Alzheimer's Society UK

August 2018

The Caregiver Space

September 2018

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