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By Mike on Tuesday 8 January 2008, 15:12 - Journal - Permalink
Background: Aricept was prescribed for both mum and dad. Not so many months ago
we decided that it was no longer (if it had ever been) doing any good for mum.
She has been on Risperidone to calm her aggression. Dad has continued with
Aricept, to which we added Ebixa, for a few weeks.
Now...
Even those who support the use of Aricept seem to agree that its effectiveness is limited to the early stages of Alzheimers. I am not convinced that even then it did very much for mum, or has been doing very much for dad. Yes, there were instances of behaviour that could be interpreted as 'improvement' but then again, they could just as easily be explained away as the daily fluctuations in lucidity that seem to be part of dementia of all types. One day mum, or dad, could be very bad, the next they could be surprisingly competent, relatively speaking.
As far as Aricept is concerned, we have given up on mum in any case. I think we've probably reached the end of the line with dad too, though I suspect my brother and sister think differently.
The Risperidone, on the other hand, is remarkably powerful. We first turned mum into a zombie by giving her 7 mg per week. We have since wound that dosage back to three tablets a week, which add up to may 1.5 mg or 2 mg in total - depending on whether we give her 0.5 mg or 1 mg at a time. We play this by ear. For a while, I was not giving mum this medication, as she always seemed quite manageable. However, I soon learnt from Rachel and Greg that in skipping the administration on Thursdays, I was letting them in for a hard time at the weekend. I've since resumed the Thursday tablet, giving mum either 1 mg or 0.5 mg, depending on how well she behaves herself.
It seems that Risperidone may be around for a while, as mum has not really mellowed, and we have found, as I said, that in reducing the dosage we invite the return of the attack mother.
So, finally we come to the Ebixa. This was an experiment which we ran on dad for several weeks. All of us, and the nurses too, think that in those few weeks dad has deteriorated quite significantly. Whether the Ebixa was accelerating the decline, retarding it, or doing nothing, we cannot tell. I therefore sent the following to Dr Humerus, the Psychogeriatrician in charge of psychopharmacological experimentation in our lives:
And her verdict: let's not continue.
So, we persevere with 10 mg per day of Aricept for dad and ward off the attack mother with Risperidone at 0.5 mg or 1 mg three times a week.
Now...
Even those who support the use of Aricept seem to agree that its effectiveness is limited to the early stages of Alzheimers. I am not convinced that even then it did very much for mum, or has been doing very much for dad. Yes, there were instances of behaviour that could be interpreted as 'improvement' but then again, they could just as easily be explained away as the daily fluctuations in lucidity that seem to be part of dementia of all types. One day mum, or dad, could be very bad, the next they could be surprisingly competent, relatively speaking.
As far as Aricept is concerned, we have given up on mum in any case. I think we've probably reached the end of the line with dad too, though I suspect my brother and sister think differently.
The Risperidone, on the other hand, is remarkably powerful. We first turned mum into a zombie by giving her 7 mg per week. We have since wound that dosage back to three tablets a week, which add up to may 1.5 mg or 2 mg in total - depending on whether we give her 0.5 mg or 1 mg at a time. We play this by ear. For a while, I was not giving mum this medication, as she always seemed quite manageable. However, I soon learnt from Rachel and Greg that in skipping the administration on Thursdays, I was letting them in for a hard time at the weekend. I've since resumed the Thursday tablet, giving mum either 1 mg or 0.5 mg, depending on how well she behaves herself.
It seems that Risperidone may be around for a while, as mum has not really mellowed, and we have found, as I said, that in reducing the dosage we invite the return of the attack mother.
So, finally we come to the Ebixa. This was an experiment which we ran on dad for several weeks. All of us, and the nurses too, think that in those few weeks dad has deteriorated quite significantly. Whether the Ebixa was accelerating the decline, retarding it, or doing nothing, we cannot tell. I therefore sent the following to Dr Humerus, the Psychogeriatrician in charge of psychopharmacological experimentation in our lives:
Some time ago, when you gave us several boxes of Ebixa for my father, Donald Pritchard, you said that we ought to contact you for more when they ran out. They have run out, and we are wondering what to do now. Here's the situation:
None of us has been aware of any improvement in dad's memory, alertness or mood since combining Ebixa with Aricept. In fact, the unanimous opinion is that he has worsened rather alarmingly over the last few months. We are not in any position to attribute this to the medication, nor are we at all sure he would be better without it now.
Dad's memory has become quite woeful; he is exhibiting signs of forgetting the most everyday words such as 'telephone'. Today he called it 'that instrument for getting in touch'. His mood is often one of depression, I would say, and his appetite, once consistently voracious, is now quite poor.
If you think we should continue with Ebixa, we are happy to do so. If you feel it is no longer effective, we are happy to accept that instead.
Hope you had a pleasant time over the holidays.
And her verdict: let's not continue.
So, we persevere with 10 mg per day of Aricept for dad and ward off the attack mother with Risperidone at 0.5 mg or 1 mg three times a week.
Comments
Hi Mike,
I'm a longtime lurker at your website. I read your blog regularly and always await, with alternating trepidation and anticipation, your next entry. I live in the US and have a mother in the beginning stages of memory failure. We're waiting for the results of her repeat neuropsych testing to see how far she's declined since last year's test.
I can't say your entries are reassuring but they're definitely realistic. Appreciate your ability to actually put this stuff down in print. I've tried several times to just start a thoughts diary about my mom, but I don't continue because it's hard to face it.
Thanks for continuing to write. Just wanted to let you know readers are out there and rooting for you and your family, even if we don't always post. Take care.
Hi, Mike!
Since I took my own journal down (hope you got the email I sent you to the address associated with this site), even though I'd been updating it only in fits and starts over the last few months, I suddenly find that I have the time and the drive to revisit my long time internet friends and their sites.
As always, I remain appreciative of and astonished by your meticulous reporting and realism. As I was reading the post immediately previous to this one about telephone conversations, I was struck by the thought, "Wow, his dad still knows he's Mike's dad."
As well, your dad seems to retain some of the ability to attempt to describe what he cannot name. Some months ago, when my mother would stick on saying what she meant, I'd ask her if she had a picture in her head of what she was trying to say and have her describe it. Although the description process was always muddled, much as you describe, from my knowledge of her and her personal mental referents I was usually able to figure out what she wanted to discuss and bring a bring a strangely started and confusingly laid out conversation to a familiar and satisfactory conclusion.
Lately, though, I'm noticing that although she continues to assure me that she has pictures "up here" (her words, illustrated with a finger stab to her head), her ability to describe those pictures seems to be declining. A few days ago she had something she urgently wanted to say about me but all she could get out was that, in her mind, I was wearing the same shirt I had on at the time of the attempt. She often comments about my shirts, so I'm sure she wanted to say something about this one (a new one), but when I asked her if this was the subject, she could neither confirm nor deny.
So, now I am contemplating whether their is another way to pull stuff out of her. I am not making much progress with this.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know I'm back, catching up fitfully with you, hope you are doing well, in your estimation, and will notify you when I set up a new site, which may take longer than I initially calculated.
Gail Rae
Hi Mike
Thank you so very much for posting your journal. It makes it easier to know "one is not alone".
I can certainly relate to your account of Dr Humerus. More like, Dr Ho Hum. (I have an inkling of who you are referring to.) Apparently there a very few phsycho-geriatricians available in the area. We had to put mum in a nursing home 6 months ago. Initially she was in a home closer to my sister.
We changed her to a local nursing home in September. Around Nov-Dec, the nursing home staff asked for an appraisal by Dr Ho Hum with a view to prescribing medication as Mum was disturbing the other residents at night. Apparently mum is not sleeping at night and is wandering into other resident's room etc. etc. She is 84 and her symptoms started about 5 years ago. She has gone through the anti-phychotic meds and also Aricept.
Dr Ho Hum was very hard to get a hold of and eventually she prescribed Epilim (an anticonvulsive drug) without seeing mum, however, the nursing staff faxed mum's symptoms and medications to Dr Ho Hum. Initially, Mum started looking much better and seemed to be getting more sleep BUT then Dr Ho Hum (apparently) saw Mum and I understand that she increased the drug and was to follow up after one week. She then disappeared to go on holidays and hopefully will be back at the end of January 2008.
Mum is still not sleeping at night and looks wretched during the day. She now seems to have lost her appetite and is not very interested in the food. (albeit, the nursing home has excellent food, Italian). Dad and I visit her every day and my sister sees her once a week too. Mum recognises us all, even though she does forget our names from time to time.
I wonder whether there are other Specialists for dementia/Alzheimer sufferers.
Hang in there.