My Name is Jane

I read this post today from Marylin at Things I want to tell my mother and I thought of the years when my mother suffered fro Alzheimer’s. This is a non selective disease. It seems that anyone can get it and frankly it frightens me as I think it might be hereditary.

I have written a couple of posts on this subject, most recently Tea Drinkers Unite in response to a 100 Word Challenge set by Velvet Verbosity.

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

As one gets older one is concerned about health issues but for me it is mental issues that worry me most.  My mother suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease during the latter years of her life and I wonder if it is inherited and passed down to the children.

Definition of Alzheimer’s – Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, degenerative disorder that attacks the brain’s nerve cells, or neurons, resulting in loss of memory, thinking and language skills, and behavioral changes.

I recently read this blog from Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way and began to think what it must be like to be in a situation where you really don’t remember or know who or where you are.  This is my attempt to put it into words:

My Name is Jane, I think.

They’re calling me Jane
Is that who I am
I am perfectly sane
but I don’t know their…

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10 responses to “My Name is Jane

  1. There is a new movie just being released called “Still Alice” which is on my list of must-sees. Evidently it gives a perspective of what the victim is feeling as the illness progresses. Your poem made me think of it. ~Dor

    • Yes I want to see that too. There were/are several movies on this subject but the one that resonated most with me was Iris, the story of the deterioration of Irish Murdoch and her relationship with her partner (whose name escapes me). If you haven’t seen it, it is a harrowing couple of hours of movie going. 🙂

  2. Thank you for commenting on my post today.
    I have the fear, too. My father died of Alzheimer’s, and my mother has dementia so severe that she thinks she’s a child again out on the family farm, so my concerns come from both sides of my family.
    My own doctor says that since both parents were in their late 80s before showing symptoms, I should invest less time worrying and more time enjoying every day and keeping my mind busy with things I love to do.

    • What great advice – do take it Marylin. And thanks for the response. I think we all have this fear and also the fear that what if the sufferer knew in their mind that they were saying and doing inappropriate things.

  3. This triggered a memory of organizing a visit to an Alzheimer’s ward for Thanksgiving when I was in high school. One of the most heartbreaking yet rewarding experiences of my bitter, selfish life…

    • Thanks for the comment TR – are you Ryan? I spent a short time with my mother (on the opposite side of the world) and saw this brave strong woman deteriorate into a shell of herself. Very scary. 🙂

  4. This is one of my worries too. 😦

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