Alzheimer's disease is a deadly serious topic, and deservedly so. But sometimes laughter is the best medicine. So I'm going to share some amusing stories about my colorful, eccentric life partner, Ed. He also found them funny and we both had a good laugh! I was laughing with him -- not at him.
"What if You Had a Fire in Your Kitchen?"
When Ed was still living alone in his own apartment, he answered the knock on his door one day and found a pretty young lady in her mid-20s standing there. He smiled and gestured for her to enter.
"Hello there!" he said in his Romanian accent. "Oh, I'm r-r-really excited to see you again. How have you been?"
Only thing was, Ed had never seen her before. That alone pretty much fulfilled the purpose of her visit. Kristi, Director of Admissions at Cincinnati's Alois Alzheimer Center, was there to evaluate him for placement.
He didn't seem to understand why she was there, but he was in an excellent mood and readily agreed to talk with her. Kristi turned directly toward Ed, and began asking the usual questions.
"Can you tell me who's the President?"
"Boosh," he blurted out, grinning and obviously pleased with himself for knowing the answer.
"Great! Can you tell me what date it is today?"
He thought for a few seconds, then his head began to slowly shift downward as he simultaneously turned his left wrist inward a little.
Well, I'd be darned! His mind isn't totally gone. He's alert enough to remember his little Timex has the date on it.
That gave me some comfort. He smiled broadly, stated the correct date and we all three laughed about his cleverness.
"Okay," she said. "What country do we live in?"
"America!" he shouted with glee, displaying his great pride to have become an American citizen.
After several more questions she said she had one final one.
"What would you do if you had a fire in your kitchen?"
He thought for a minute then started laughing out loud. He stretched out his arm, pointed to me, and proudly announced, "I'd call her!"
Kristi and I immediately joined him, laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes!
An Alzheimer's Sneaky Thief!
After finishing each meal at the Alois Center, Ed would always carefully wipe his spoon clean with a napkin, then wrap the spoon in another napkin, put it in the breast pocket of his sport coat and take it back to his room.
Pretty soon his room would have spoons all over the place so the staff would go get them and return them to the kitchen. But sure enough, the next day he would start a new collection.
Finally, one day when he started his cleaning ritual I said to him, "Don't take those spoons, Ed. They don't belong to you. They belong to the facility."
"Oh, no!" he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I take them every day with no remorse!"
He was aware he'd said something funny, and we both burst into laughter.
The Lee-tle Pee-lows
Spoons weren't the only thing Ed pilfered from the facility. They had sofas in the lobby that had little designer pillows on them. For some reason Ed was drawn to those little pillows (or 'pee-lows' as he pronounced it) and developed the habit of taking them back to his room, too.
Just as with the spoons, the staff would go to his room periodically, retrieve all the little pillows and return them to the sofas. And just as with the spoons, he would begin stealing them all over again the very next day.
One day I was sitting with him in the dining room when one of the kitchen staff members, Anne, came over to say hello to us.
Then I said to him, "You really enjoy stealing your spoons, don't you?"
"Yes, he certainly does," said Anne.
Just then Ed got a sly grin on his face.
"It isn't just the spoons I steal," he said proudly in his thick Romanian accent. "I also r-r-really love to take those 'lee-tle pee-lows'!"
He began laughing and so did Anne and I. And - you guessed it - he kept right on stealing the spoons AND the 'pee-lows'!
Marie Marley is the award-winning author of Come Back Early Today: A Memoir of Love, Alzheimer's and Joy. Her website contains a wealth of information for Alzheimer's caregivers.