They say laughter is the best medicine! Check out today’s Caregivers post to find out how important it is to maintain a sense of humor. You can find it here –> Caregiving: Go Ahead, Laugh a Little!.
This past Wednesday, Mom had an appointment with her neurologist. Susie offered to go along, which is always extremely helpful. Since she spends the most amount of time with Mom, I really appreciate having her there to answer the multitude of questions he asks regarding moods, behaviors, et cetera. Not only did she go, but she drove her convertible so that we could ride in style.
Seeing my mom SO happy on that trip to the doc was absolutely priceless. She laughed and laughed, pointed at this and that along the way, jabbered emphatically, and waved her arms, all the while her hair blowing wildly in the wind!
I got a few fantastic pictures that will continue to make me smile for years to come… Here are the highlights.
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The appointment itself went very well. She was having another wonderful day, and never stopped laughing and joking the entire time we were there. Seems the most recent med changes are yielding definite improvements, so we’ll remain status quo for now. He was concerned that her blood pressure readings were unusually low and wants to keep an eye on that, which might ultimately mean a change to the blood pressure meds.
For now, though, we’re just enjoying the good days.
Just the other day, I was reading this piece on genetic testing.
I’ve had a number of people ask, “If there was a foolproof genetic test for Alzheimer’s, would you want to have it?”
That’s a question I’ve pondered over and over again in my mind. Part of me says, YES! I want to know so that I can get into a clinical trial, so that I can be prepared, so that I can eat blueberries for every meal and start consuming coconut oil by the jar. Hell, for that matter, maybe I should slather the stuff on every inch of my body before bed at night! Couldn’t hurt, right?
When it’s all said and done, I think I’d rather prepare for the worst and hope for the best, while doing everything I can to prevent it (appropriate diet, mental & physical exercise, etc). Sure, it would be a relief to know I didn’t have to worry, but would it be worth the risk of knowing I WOULD get it if that were the case? I’m just not sure how well I would handle living with that knowledge every day for the rest of my life.
So, if it was a possibility, would you go with Certainty or stick with Uncertainty?
Now, while you’re casting your vote, I’m off to bathe in coconut oil and work on the New York Times crossword puzzle! I’ll be back soon!