The per person Medicare insurance premium will increase from the present monthly fee of $96.40, rising to: $104.20 in 2012; $120.20 in 2013; And $247.00 in 2014. These are provisions incorporated in the Obamacare legislation, purposely delayed so as not to 'confuse' the 2012 re-election campaigns. Send this to all seniors that you know, so they will know who's throwing them under the bus.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
PILL TO BEAT ALZHEIMER’S ~~~???~~~
This article from a British newspaper
http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/271140
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And another article!! This one from the LA Times:
http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/271140
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A DAILY 10p vitamin pill could prevent millions of people being struck down by Alzheimer’s disease.
Research has found that vitamin B can help protect the brain from dementia.
A large daily dose of a combination of three types of vitamin B has been shown to slow mental decline in the elderly who suffer from mild memory problems.
The breakthrough could lead to a simple new treatment for people at risk of dementia which would be the “holy grail” of research into Alzheimer’s.
The finding is seen as so significant that yesterday researchers announced a major new study into how effective the vitamins are at protecting against the disease.
The trial, involving around 1,000 older people in Britain, will build on previous findings that B vitamins can help prevent brain shrinkage with age.
They will be given carefully measured doses of vitamin B12, B6 and B9 – folic acid – with the aim of finding out whether boosting levels of the vitamins can delay the onset of Alzheimer’s or other forms of dementia.
 A large daily dose of a combination of three types of vitamin B has been shown to slow mental decline in the elderly who suffer from mild memory problems |
Insulin may slow Alzheimer's, study finds inhaling it through the nose twice daily seems to slow symptoms of memory loss. More study is needed, but researchers are encouraged.
http://www.latimes.com/health/la-he-insulin-alzheimers-20110913,0,6983680.storySunday, April 10, 2011
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in GRASS VALLEY, CA.
It was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri.
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
What are you thinking ............................When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man ....................................Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit...................................With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food...................And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice .....'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice..............The things that you do.
And forever is losing....................A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ................................Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding.........................The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?..................Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse....................You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am......................As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding................ .As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten.................With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters......................Who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen................With wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now..............A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty.............My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows..............That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now.....................I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide...................And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty..............................My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other.......................With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons..................Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me.................To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children..................My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me................My wife is now dead.
I look at the future........................Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing.......Young of their own.
And I think of the years................And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.....................And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age...............Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles.................Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone....................Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass........A young guy still dwells,
And now and again...................My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys................I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living........Life over again.
I think of the years, all too few.........................Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact..................................That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people.................................Open and see.
Not a crabby old man.............Look closer.......See ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who
you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
It was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri.
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses?.........................What do you see?What are you thinking ............................When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man ....................................Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit...................................With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food...................And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice .....'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice..............The things that you do.
And forever is losing....................A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ................................Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding.........................The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?..................Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse....................You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am......................As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding................ .As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten.................With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters......................Who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen................With wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now..............A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty.............My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows..............That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now.....................I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide...................And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty..............................My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other.......................With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons..................Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me.................To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children..................My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me................My wife is now dead.
I look at the future........................Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing.......Young of their own.
And I think of the years................And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.....................And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age...............Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles.................Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone....................Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass........A young guy still dwells,
And now and again...................My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys................I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living........Life over again.
I think of the years, all too few.........................Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact..................................That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people.................................Open and see.
Not a crabby old man.............Look closer.......See ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who
you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
Friday, March 18, 2011
They are not my dad.
The ER doctor said after examining the labs and reports and glancing at my father, "He is in excellent health for 92. There are 25, 35, 45 year olds in here that are much worse health than he is." My thought with my tongue held firmly in my teeth, "everyone else in here is not my father." I hate it when the elderly's problems and sudden downfalls or reactions to medications are put off as "age" or UTIs. URGhhh
Monday, February 14, 2011
Parkinson's Disease Information
Click in the article to go to the entire web page about Parkinson's Disease
Thursday, February 3, 2011
KEEP YOUR SPIRITUAL LIFE INTACT
- Keep practicing your faith. Not so long ago in a big city area a famous bishop of a great denomination approached old age, developed a severely painful case of arthritis, cursed a God that could visit such agony on one of his servants, publicly proclaimed he had given up his faith, became a snarling skeptic, and died a bitter old man. What a sad thing for a quarterback to give up just before the touchdown.
- Get in touch with nature. Spend some time each day outside in nature. If that is not possible, get some plants in your room and grow something. Get your fingers in the dirt, lift your head toward the sky, watch the stars, the clouds, the changing heavens, and then turn your eyes upon the beautiful growing things and exult in the glory of life.
- Speak a good word, or do a good deed, or think a good thought about the positive nature of things. The other day I was feeling a little tired after a long trip to Sacramento. I stopped in a gas station and a young man waited on me. When I paid the bill and started up my car to leave, the young man said, "God go with you on your journey. May you be safe and happy." Maybe he was a religious gook, I don't know. But, I do know that he cheered me up and made me realize the value of a good word to a passing stranger.
- Never give up your hopes for the future. Death is only a step away for those who lose hope and eternal life is available to those who keep up their hope. The great master was crucified between two thieves: one who lost hope and scoffed and sneered; one who still thought life contained some answers and cried out for the master to remember him. When I approach the end of my days, even if I am suffering the tortures of the cross, I want to hear the Golden One say to me, "Today you will be with me in Paradise." How important it is not to give up hope.
- Don't let yourself get bitter or mean. On occasions when people get difficult, a friend will say, "I'm going to move to the middle of the Alaska tundra, a thousand miles from my nearest neighbor." My son John heard my friend make that statement and replied, "Then, you will be involved in a deeper problem, that of raw survival with the elements." A person can't get away from problems. "Life consists of solving problems, and the good life consists of solving them without becoming bitter."
- Fight off death to the very end. You believe in life, not death. Show by your eagerness, vitality, and enthusiastic living that you want to live forever. Fill yourself with love of life and keep yourself alive as long as you can and death will be for you a magnificent graduation ceremony.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Older adult health issues
It seems to me that while older adults face greater vulnerability to a number of health issues, their complaints that might lead to early detection are often ignored. Also the complexities presented by dementia, neuopathy, and depression so common in older adults can confound the efforts at diagnosis and intervention. My father's PAD was ignored despite his continued complaints of heavy feet. His dementia was blamed until a loosened blood clot lodged in his lung. The neuopathy in his arm was diagnosed and measures to enhance the possibility of returning function employed but I wonder if so many in the nursing home setting with decreased function of hands and arms may have failed get the same early prevention provisions. My mother's severe headaches were made light of by the medical professional to the point that she felt that there was no hope. Hospice finally brought relief, but why did she have to wait for comfort until she was closer to death. Bladder incontinence is taken as a fact of aging life with little effort extended to improve function. The solution seems to be to put them in a disposable brief. There is a saying among the pro-life proponents that comes from Dr. Seuss, "a person is a person, no matter how small." We should apply that to our older adults as well. A person is a person, no matter how old.
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