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Apparently the March 2011 issue of O Magazine (O for Oprah) has an article titled "Before I Forget" by Beth Macy about a woman with Lewy Body Dementia. I haven't seen the article yet; it's wonderful that LBD is getting some attention in the popular press. But I am aware of Beth Macy's writings in her blog "Intrepid Paper Girl" about this woman, Lynn Forbish. Beth beautiful writes on the topic of caregiving on rare occasions.

Beth Macy is a writer at the Roanoke Times newspaper. At a party Beth went to several years ago, a recently retired copy editor from the same newspaper came up to her and said "I have dementia — in case you didn’t know!" Beth didn't know. The retired copy editor, Lynn Forbish, had been diagnosed at 63 with Lewy Body Dementia. "Sometimes I can’t remember whether to hook my bra in the front or the back,” Lynn told Beth. Beth writes that "in losing her memory, [Lynn] had regained part of herself."

I've copied below the story Beth wrote in 2007 about Lynn for the Roanoke Times. Lynn was mad that former co-workers didn't visit her any more. Lynn joked that she'd like to send them a Christmas card that read: "I have dementia, not f----g herpes!"

Robin


http://www.roanoke.com/health/wb/wb/xp-115806

Dementia causes one to lose her edge
Once, Lynn Forbish was sharp, witty, mercilessly precise. Now a fast-moving form of dementia has changed her life, and in some unexpected ways.
By Beth Macy
The Roanoke Times
Sunday, May 06, 2007

For someone whose livelihood depended on her mastery of language, it troubled Lynn Forbish when she'd struggle to extract an everyday word from memory -- "cafeteria," say -- only to have "mess hall" pop out instead.

Later, as the fuzzy thinking worsened, it was her bra that gave her fits: Did the damn thing hook in the front or the back? Just whose idea was it for women to wear these things anyway?

A year ago when she was diagnosed with Lewy body dementia, Lynn could still articulate what it felt like to lose her mind. In the straight-up way of a veteran journalist who knows better than to pussyfoot around the truth, she'd look you in the eye and say:

"I retired because I have dementia ... in case you didn't know!"

She would still correct you if you used "farther" instead of "further" -- a holdover from the decades she spent manning newspaper copy desks.

She could still describe the scores of celebrities she'd interviewed in her prime, down to the details on Liberace's rings.

Those abilities are gone now. In many ways, so is the old Lynn.

She's been replaced by a softer version of herself -- one who no longer teaches her grandchildren four-letter words. One who relies on her son and daughter-in-law to handle her finances, take her to the doctor and cut the meat on her dinner plate.

At 64, the new Lynn has found something the old Lynn never dreamed possible: In losing her memory, she's found a part of herself.

'I hate people'

"I work the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle in ink," she had boasted in her 1993 letter of application for the chief copy editor job at The Roanoke Times. "I play Scott Joplin rags and Chopin waltzes on an old upright piano that belonged to my great-grandmother."

Her resume listed decades of experience as a reporter, editor and page designer, including at papers much larger than The Roanoke Times. But the newspaper's editors had no idea how tough she'd had to be to pull it all off.

She was a single mother in the mid-'60s; her husband left when her son and daughter were 2 years and 6 months old, respectively. Later, he had their marriage annulled so he could remarry in the Catholic Church.

It was an experience Lynn never really got over, friends and family members say.

Her parents helped. But Larry Forbish recalls his mom's supplementing her newspaper wages -- at a department store and a drugstore, working three jobs at once -- to pay for his braces. He remembers her hauling pails of cloth diapers to the Laundromat after long shifts at work.

At her hometown paper in Janesville, Wis., Lynn worked her way up from clerk-typist to reporter, covering police and school beats and writing features, too. She wrote essays, including a series about her own efforts to quit smoking: "I used to smoke three packs a day. Now I chew three packs a day.

"Gum, that is. I hate Doublemint gum. I hate people."

On weekends, she reviewed entertainers who performed at nearby nightclubs, and later covered similar acts for the St. Petersburg (Fla.) Times, reviewing the likes of Milton Berle, Sammy Davis Jr. and Neil Diamond.

She leveled with Berle in print that he needed to get a new shtick. Of Diamond, she wrote that he would ruin his voice if he didn't quit singing in that annoying gravelly style.

"She had a reputation for being a nutty madcap when she was here," recalled Jeanette DeGroot, who worked alongside her in St. Petersburg in the '70s and '80s.

But as a night-shift copy editor, Lynn was fierce, priding herself on precision, skepticism and correcting others' mistakes.

DeGroot recalls her once complaining that someone had tried to break into her apartment, although nothing was damaged or stolen.

How, then, did she know?

One of the plants on her balcony was moved two inches from where she'd put it. "Now that is a classic copy editor for you," DeGroot said.

Crackerjack editor

About the same time her own mother was diagnosed with vascular dementia, Lynn moved to Roanoke to be near her son, Larry, and his wife, Katie; they were expecting a child.

Concerned about her own family health history, she ate antioxidant-rich foods long before they were the preventive rage. She played bridge, sold antique perfume bottles as a side business and balanced her checkbook in her head.

In journalism circles, the copy desk is known as the "Mount Everest of newsroom discontent," and in Roanoke, Lynn was ruler of the summit. When she started working at The Roanoke Times in 1993, the paper was lucky to get her, and she didn't hesitate to let everyone who worked with her know it.

Former business reporter Lois Caliri called her "a real crackerjack. She ran that place at night."

Longtime reporter Laurence Hammack added: "She saved my butt many a time."

Former copy editor Mike Kennedy said it was her "command presence" that allowed her to pull off coordinating phones, photographers and reporters when big news broke at night or on weekends.

"We'd sit back-to-back and gripe about things, and they used to call us 'The Optimism Corner' because we were so not the optimism corner," Kennedy said.

Young editorial assistants were warned to tiptoe around her: Don't turn your desk lamp on; it bothers her eyes. Don't sit in her chair, or you'll be ordered to vacate, pronto.

"When new people [editorial assistants] started, we actually had to teach them how to work when Lynn was working," said Ellen Moseley, a copy editor and page designer. "But that was OK because she ... deserved that kind of respect. She was the queen."

Early in 2005, a computer-system switch was announced, a changeover Lynn dreaded and said so repeatedly. What she didn't say -- and what she'd managed to hide for several months -- was her escalating forgetfulness.

Fears unmasked

During a spring trip to Florida, Lynn finally broke down, explaining tearfully to one of her oldest friends that she was having trouble remembering words, finding her car keys and keeping her once-meticulous house neat.

Back in Virginia, she kept her fears to herself. When her visual and spatial abilities began to waver at work -- she repeatedly pressed the wrong button to receive a transferred call, for instance -- she blamed the phone system.

Once when Moseley summoned the elevator to leave work for the night, she found Lynn inside -- trapped, confused and, as she was wont to do in awkward situations: laughing. She hadn't known which button to push.

Co-workers tried to help her adjust to the new computer system, writing her passwords down, making lists. They even called Larry to express concern.

He didn't notice his mother faltering until Thanksgiving Day, when Lynn made her usual drive to his Bonsack home -- and knocked on the next-door neighbor's house. At her request, he crunched the numbers on her retirement accounts. She was relieved when he told her she could afford to retire two years early at 63.

"Something's wrong with my brain," she finally confided to Nancy Caldwell, a co-worker, just before she voluntarily retired in December 2005.

A few weeks earlier, she had momentarily forgotten what kind of work Caldwell did at the newspaper -- when it was Lynn who had trained her in the first place.

Within a month of retiring, Lynn ran into a parked car and lost her driving privileges. When Larry picked her up from the police station, she still couldn't comprehend what had happened.

"A stop sign just jumped out at me," she said.

The only thing left to lose was her house.

A new vulnerability

Her home in the Virginia Heights area of Southwest Roanoke was a mess: Papers were stacked everywhere, including on the furniture and stairs. Daughter-in-law Katie Forbish discovered some of the medications Lynn was supposed to be taking mixed in with the cat food.

Her longtime neighbor Lisa Wade noticed lights on at odd hours. When she invited her to dinner, Lynn ate only a piece of bread, saying that food tasted metallic. She had lost 40 pounds.

"Lynn, honey, if you don't start eating, you're going to die," Wade told her.

In February 2006, doctors at the Carilion Center for Healthy Aging diagnosed her with Lewy body dementia, which is rarer than Alzheimer's disease -- and progresses twice as fast. Patients last an average of five to seven years.

Larry was shocked. He knew she was having problems, but had chalked it up to retirement-related depression. "I felt guilty that I didn't see earlier how bad she was getting. But the doctors shot the hell out of my denial."

Such a reaction is not uncommon among children of dementia patients, according to Lynn's geriatrician, Dr. Michael Berry. "When you start out being such a bright person, you have to come down a lot farther on the scales before it becomes obvious" to family members.

His mother, Berry explained, was now reading at a fifth-grade level, and her spatial and manipulative skills -- the ability to work a puzzle or draw a simple diagram -- scored in the mental retardation range. Protein lumps, called Lewy bodies, were in the nerve cells of her brain, causing it to shrink and impairing her ability to form new memories.

It was no longer safe for her to live at home alone. She needed to socialize and live among people. And she should make a record of her life soon -- while she could still remember it.

Lynn had never been especially close to her daughter-in-law, but Katie Forbish put their history aside as she dug into researching Lynn's disease -- and finding her a new home. She interviewed directors of some 20 assisted-living facilities before choosing Ridgewood Gardens, now called Summerville.

"Her tongue was always her enemy," Katie said. "But God has done a lot of healing with all of us."

For the first time in decades, Larry added, she's at peace.

When Lynn can't think of a word, she no longer snaps at people for "patronizing" her by trying to finish her sentence.

Instead she laughs, a lot and often. In her lucid moments, she even jokes about her condition: "I kind of like this," she said recently, when a friend arrived with a treat.

"Hey, maybe I'm just making all this dementia stuff up so I can be waited on!"

Though she hadn't been to church regularly since childhood, Lynn began attending Baptist services with her family and asked Katie to buy her a large-print Bible. She started giving money to a myriad of charities -- not just the ones targeted toward diseases that she might get.

"I think probably she is a very tender, loving person who just couldn't let her hurts go," Katie says.

"But now the hurts are being let go for her."

Sometimes hints of the "old" Lynn still resurface: Last year, she threatened to send her former co-workers a Christmas card chastising them for not visiting her more. She joked that the card would read:

"I have dementia, not [expletive] herpes!"

Love interest

The woman who used to coordinate coverage of shootings and plane crashes can no longer dial a phone. She can't put her sweater on by herself.

She has help, though, at Summerville, thanks to attendants and to her boyfriend, Don Memmer, a retired lawyer who lives down the hall and has a different, milder form of dementia. "He still drives!" Lynn brags. "And he has a car!"

Neither of them can operate the CD player or the VCR anymore, and Lynn looks despondently at her massive movie collection, trying to recall her favorite actor's name. "It was the guy who played Columbo. ... No, it was, it, it, it ... Oh, dammit."

It was Peter Sellers. It comes to her later, in the middle of another conversation.

Lynn and Don watch television mostly, and sometimes venture out in his car -- although a recent trip to attend the Cat Fanciers Association Cat Show near Valley View turned into a joy ride instead. They drove around for three hours and never found the show.

Parkinson's-like tremors have begun to settle into Lynn's hands, apropos of Lewy body, and occasionally Lynn sees people who are not there. Nothing scary, usually: A pair of girls are lost and in her room, and Lynn calls Katie, asking her to help them find their way.

Moments of lucidity are increasingly rare but spot-on and classic Lynn: "Nobody's gonna give you a medal or anything for being depressed, so you might as well laugh," she said recently.

And: "I have no idea what happens to me when I go. But, see, now I don't worry about that so much, so I guess it's a blessing."

Katie and Larry have read the statistics on caregivers -- the soaring depression and high rates of divorce. "Sunday is Nana day," Katie said, the day they take Lynn to church, then eat out. At Olive Garden, her favorite restaurant, they cut her food and help her when she tries to eat her fettuccine with a knife.

If it's a nice day, sometimes Larry drives her to Rocky Mount where she tries to go over her inventory of antique perfume bottles and art-deco prints in the antique-mall booth Larry helps her maintain.

Katie talks to her on the phone for an hour every night. "It can consume your life if you let it," Katie said. "When Katelyn was little, we'd get a baby sitter and then go out to dinner and talk about nothing but Katelyn. Now, we talk about Nana."

Lynn can still be exasperating. When she misplaces an item, she insists that her housekeeper must have thrown it away. Not long ago, she accused Katie of stealing her favorite sweater.

No, Katie corrected, and located it for her.

Later that afternoon, Lynn apologized for the slight:

"I'm sorry I was such a poop-head today," she said.


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Thank you again, Robin. I loved reading about this remarkable woman.

I have a copy of a Jerusalem Bible which my late mother in law read cover to cover and every time the word 'further' was used instead of 'farther,' (as is correct), she marked the 'A' in in RED! I smiled when I read this woman's obsession with those words. She should have been the copy editor of the Jerusalem Bible.

On our final vacation together early in 2010, Dale and I toured the Canadian Maritimes with a small group. In the group was a woman who immediately came to me and said, "I also have dementia." I knew she recognized Dale's problem and wanted me to feel comfortable having brought him along on the tour. I was so very grateful. My sister was with us and we had a memorable time.

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There are some more humorous stories about Lynn Forbish in the obituary that Beth Macy wrote on 4/16/10 upon Lynn's death:

http://intrepidpapergirl.com/2010/04/16 ... ve-herpes/

Somewhere Beth described Lynn as "cantankerous." Seems about right.


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I remember seeing a home health patient who had AD and was living with her boyfriend who also had AD but less advanced. He still drove. They seemed content together but--OMG!--their meds were a mess and they would go out and buy tons of food and then hide it all over the house. Rotting foot everywhere. She was often nauseated and vomiting and I couldn't tell if it was her medications or food poisoning! I finally had to tell her daughter who lived in another state that they were just not safe to live independently any more. She came and got her mother and moved her to an ALF. As far as I know, the boyfriend stayed in the house.

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I read this article with great interest. I am glad to see LBD getting any press at all. I am still wanting to connect with younger (in their 50's) LBD sufferers who can help me gain insight . for someone new to all this it seems hard to find anyone with experience with early stages. I have so many questions and it seems everyone is experienced with the latter stages. anyone out there able to help? :P

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Paula, I take it that you want to be in touch with others who were diagnosed young with lbd and are in early stage. Is that right? I'm afraid I can't help you with that, but I wish you success in your quest.

My husband is in early stage and has been for more than 7 years. I believe that Pat's husband is also in early stage. And, of course, caregivers who have a loved one in more advanced stages may also have experience with the early stage. If you would like input from caregivers, perhaps you could start a new post called Questions about early stage lbd. We can't give you personal insight and perspective of one who has lbd, but perhaps we could help answer some of your questions.

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paula55 wrote:
it seems hard to find anyone with experience with early stages.
Paula, ....Even though my husband is in a latter stage... and I'm far from 50, I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that we've all had experience with the early stages. We've all been there or we wouldn't be here.

What type of 'experience' are you wanting to discuss? The road getting here may be different for each of us - but I'm sure you'll find many of us willing to write about that 'early stage.' We all remember it.

Are you looking for a 'first person' experience? Do you have LBD?

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I think the lack of posted experience with early stages is that, when our LOs were in early stages, we didn't know what the problem was and they had yet to be diagnosed. At least, that is true in our case.

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Additionally, some of us didn't know about this forum, either, when our LO were in earlier stages.
However, there is information on this forum about earlier stages, middle stages, and later stages. Reading through earlier posts and asking specific questions abouth topics you can't find on here will be helpful IMHO. As previously said, we've all been there, done that so just keep reading and asking. We are all here to help. Lynn

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Paula -
You might check out the posts of "mermaid" and "pubpanda." They both are young-ish and have LBD diagnoses. I think pubpanda/Linda is in her early 60s. There's also "knittingdoc," the (retired) psychiatrist with LBD. I'm not sure of his age. You can most easily find knittingdoc on his blog.
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I've read the O article online, here:http://www.oprah.com/spirit/What-Happens-when-a-Sharp-Mind-Unravels-Lewy-Body-Dementia It is very well written and moving. I'm sending it on to family members.

The article's title is The Battle Against Dementia: The Dark Descent of an Unlikely Victim Indeed, how unlikely it seems that this very precise copy editor would be unable to find the word "cafeteria" and substitutes "mess hall." How unlikely that she was reading at a fifth grade level soon after her diagnosis. How unlikely that my successful mechanical engineer would be unable to position himself to fit between the headboard and footboard of the bed. How unlikely it seems that our minds could not only fail us but fail us especially in things we were particularly good at, that helped define who we are. Whether it strikes a plumber, a cardiologist, a housewife, a lawyer, or a bus driver, dementia is a cruel theif of who we are.

I'm glad to see this kind of educational/human interest story. It may increase the number of people who say, "hmmmm ... Lewy Body Dementia? yeah, I think I've heard of that before."

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Jeanne,
Thanks for posting the link. I thought it was a wonderful article. There were a few problems (for example, conflating Lewy Body Dementia and Lewy Body Disease) but those didn't detract from the story.
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