Saturday, October 26, 2019

GUY’S GOTTA TALK ABOUT…Alzheimer’s #26: Halloween Horror Story – Will I Get Alzheimer’s?


Dad’s diagnosis of Alzheimer’s stayed hidden from everyone until I took over the medical administration of my parents in 2015. Once I found out, there was a deafening silence from most of the people I know even though virtually all of them would add, “My _____ had Alzheimer’s…” But there was little help, little beyond people sadly shaking heads. Or horror stories. Lots of those. Even the ones who knew about the disease seemed to have received a gag order from some Central Alzheimer’s Command and did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started this part of my blog…

“Dang! Where’d I leave my keys? Have you seen my keys, honey?”

“Right where you left them, dear!”

“Yeah, but where was THAT?”

When I forget ANYTHING; a name, a face, a thing, a story idea, where I parked the car…for a moment I feel a surge of horror as I think, “Am I getting Alzheimer’s?”

I’d like to say such thoughts are uncommon, but I’d be lying. I can say I don’t live in FEAR of Alzheimer’s; I can also say, though, that it’s a regular thought. Googling (Do you realize that we turned a corporate name into a  verb? Sort of eerie, don’t you think?) “fear of Alzheimer’s”, I found this:  “A Google search for the statistics related to the risk of developing Alzheimer’s in your lifetime returns over 3 million results. You could pore over them and feed your fear, or you could accept the reality that if you are 60 years old today, the odds of developing Alzheimer’s are 4.8%, or in other words, there is a 95.2% chance that you won’t develop the disease.”

My first thought, of course, was “is that a general chance or does it include people whose parents were diagnosed with Alzheimer’s?” Digging deeper: “If you have a first-degree relative with Alzheimer’s disease (e.g. mother, father, sibling), your risk of developing the illness is about two to three times higher than someone else your age who doesn’t have a family member with the illness.”

OK – that seems straightforward. That puts my chance of developing Alzheimer’s at (using 2.5 times as likely) at 12%. That’s three chances in twenty-five or about one in twelve; twelve and a half to be precise. So, if we put twelve and a half people in a room, I will have Alzheimer’s, eleven others will not, and there will be a grisly murder for someone like Hercule Poirot to solve. Which, being in a writing state of mind, puts an idea into my head…

Just so you know, this has had a salutary effect on me because I see clearly that the WORST thing that can happen to me is NOT Alzheimer’s. At any rate, as I was settling into bed last night, I found myself wondering WHY I would fear being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Remarkably quickly, it came down to the same fear I’ve had all my life.

That fear was also based on watching my dad, sometimes my mom, and a gigantic number of people around me both family and not, drinking alcohol. I am a teetotaler, ie “pledged to total abstinence from drink”. My biggest fear is losing control. I think that fear also has to do with me avoiding using drugs, playing games and organized sports (if I lose, I get angry and lose control of my emotions); and in general avoiding competitions. I DO like biking, swimming, hiking, and camping and I initially started all of them alone and they remain entirely NON-competitive, so I won’t lose control.

But Alzheimer’s? My dad would tell Air Force sex stories to my sister, and me about the first date he had with mom when she passed out drunk and he had to carry her home where she threw up. And I remember a night my dad came home so wasted, he fell off the three steps up to our house and I stayed up with him while my mom went bowling. He begged God to kill him most of that time…

Loss of control is a driving force in my life, and I DO have a temper. My grandfather never made it past private after four years in the Army – because he’d get in a fight whenever he DID get promoted and get busted back to private. Me and the rest of my family have an interesting history of violence as well. I absolutely don’t want to go spilling my guts to family and strangers in an Alzheimer’s driven bout of reliving the past as if it was that moment. Do I have more dirt in my life than the average person? No, but I’d rather the dirt that IS buried REMAINED buried and not come spooging out of my mouth from an addled brain.

Advice for preventing Alzheimer’s rides on observation that doing certain things can reduce the chance of developing it, but none of that has the numerical veracity of the chances of developing AD. “Better educational attainment; lifelong participation in mentally stimulating work and leisure activities; exercise; Mediterranean-type diet (low in saturated fats and red meats, more fish, vegetables and nuts, legumes and olive oil); improved sleep can help prevent Alzheimer's and is linked to greater amyloid clearance from the brain; greater social contact; make as many healthy lifestyle choices as you can; while smoking, obesity, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and blood sugar, all increase the risk of developing Alzheimer’s disease and other forms of dementia.”

So, last of all, the Harvard article referenced below has this to say, BE AWARE OF THE SYMPTOMS OF ALZHEIMER’S: “Forgetting where you parked your car can be annoying. If it happens all the time, it can be disturbing, and you may worry that it's a sign of a more serious condition. But don't panic. There's a difference between normal age-related memory slips, such as forgetting where the car keys are, and more serious signs of memory loss, such as forgetting what car keys are used for.

As strange as it sounds, that is a comfort as well. I remember calls from Dad, frantic because he couldn’t find his car keys – and then discovering them in the check replacement box. Forgetting where and forgetting what for are quantum differences, but for me, they are still scarier than being in a party of twelve and finding half a body in the drawing room with Colonel Mustard and a pipe wrench…


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