[From The Article]
Modern medicine has let us cheat
death. We can replace organs, take pills to stave off heart disease,
cure many cancers, and control previously fatal conditions such as
diabetes. As a result, the average life expectancy is 80, whereas 100
years ago it was 52. Yet now, if these other illnesses don’t get us, it
seems that dementia will.
More
than 800,000 Britons suffer from some form of the disease, with 75 per
cent of them having Alzheimer’s. All lead to mental decline, memory
loss, speech and movement problems, and death.
I am the founding director of the Oxford
Project to Investigate Memory and Ageing (OPTIMA), which studies the
causes of dementia. Last year we recruited 270 elderly people with
memory problems and gave them Vitamin B tablets – folic acid (800
micrograms), B12 (500 micrograms) and B6 (20 milligrams).
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
This-Old-Age-Pooch-deaf-doddery-uses-pram--theres-life-old-dog-yet
This is a heartwarming story found in the UK Mail online
Pushing my pram down Hampstead High Street like a proud mum, a passer-by grimaces at me and says: ‘What an ugly baby!’
‘That’s a bit harsh,’ says his companion, smiling at my little passenger. ‘I think he’s gorgeous! Just look at those long floppy ears!’
I’m not too insulted because my ‘pram’ is a specially designed pushchair, and strapped into it is George, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. And far from
SNIP
Or click anywhere in the article to read the entire heart warming story
Pushing my pram down Hampstead High Street like a proud mum, a passer-by grimaces at me and says: ‘What an ugly baby!’
‘That’s a bit harsh,’ says his companion, smiling at my little passenger. ‘I think he’s gorgeous! Just look at those long floppy ears!’
I’m not too insulted because my ‘pram’ is a specially designed pushchair, and strapped into it is George, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. And far from
SNIP
His memory isn’t what it was. He often walks into a room, stands there looking confused as if he’s forgotten what he’s come in for, then plods out again. That sounds like someone else I know, but I can’t remember who
Or click anywhere in the article to read the entire heart warming story
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
"I Hope You Dance"
'I Hope You Dance... '
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.
*The last line says it all. *
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to forward this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to forward this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
JUST A REMINDER
REMEMBER THIS IS NOVEMBER.
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.
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
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