An Old Post That Is Still Meaningful

 

Today is August 20, and this appeared on my blog several years ago.

The most important things in my life are my family and friends; my passion for writing, reading and knitting; and my self respect.

My book, Behind the Mask, shows the complete range of emotions a new caregiver goes through each day.

Alzheimer’s disease is not contagious, yet the caregivers are usually left alone without the support of friends and neighbors, even family. This disease can last for many years, leaving the caregiver worn out and alone.

Adopt A Caregiver is my unique way of giving back. All you have to do is check your neighborhood, your social clubs, church, synagogue, your doctor’s office, the Alzheimer’s Caregiver’s message boards, and the Mayo Clinic message boards.

Just send an email or phone the person who needs a friend, listen and come back often to let him/her know you care and are thinking of them. Just being there to listen is a huge help.

Adopt a Caregiver. Give something back: Contribute to the well being of people who are so busy caring for others.

The above was on my blog a few years ago.

Now I’m faced with my husband’s new diagnosis, early stage of Alzheimer’s Disease,

We are taking it one day at a time, making memories each day and being grateful of the time we have together and with our family. They are our greatest supporters.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Alzheimer’s Disease AGAIN

Can you believe this one? My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease 20 years ago. Obviously whatever was going on with him then never got much worse. But we had to keep it a secret because he was still working. As the years went by, and it was obvious it wasn’t A.D. the doctors would not take him off the A. D. medication. So from 1993 to 2000 he suffered from terrible stomach pain, that came and went for years.

Transfer to today, August 16th, 2013. We learned two days ago, by a second opinion, that this time he did have early, mild Alzheimer’s Disease. Even the Neurologist smiled and said, “Funky case, never saw anything like this one before.”

Anyone out there with this same experience?

The last time I kept everything inside, and published my journal from those years, Behind The Mask…..I thought it was so good to rip off that Mask.

Now that I can talk about it, I haven’t shed a tear, just feel overwhelmed. We even went out and bought cemetary plots……how’s that for jumping the gun?

It’s hard enough to hear this once, but to get slammed in the stomach twice..I think you get the picture.

Right now life is crazy. Making plans, doing things in fast motion, trying to slow down, but doing more than ever. At 82 I find myself doing an online writing course, which I am loving, but it takes up a lot of time.

Thank goodness for a close and loving family, almost all of whom live within a 30 minute car ride, some are very close, like a half mile and one mile… We are blessed and thankful for that. We do have a built in support group.

Every day I try to find things to be grateful for, and to find a little bit of beauty in my life. I meditate also, which helps and I read and read, and read. My escape from the reality of the world.

Next time I’ll talk about my writing, my writing group, and some books that I highly recommend.

Keep love and kisses in your life. And remember to Adopt A Caregiver. Give the gift that keeps on giving, without costing you anything.

 

Journey Back to Writing

I am taking a journey back to writing. Once you stop, it’s hard to start again. But, this time I have a goal; to finish
a book, and to work on my Memoirs. I am hoping to start a writing group within the community I live, so that we all can work on our goals together.

Another goal is to do an e book, or several. One is a book of 500 prompts. No more facing a blank page, each prompt sets up an idea or image to dive right in and start a story..

Some examples of First Lines are:
1. Did someone knock you out, or did your brains just fall out by themselves?
2. The pain is relentless and screaming for mercy.
3. The river flows as endlessly as my words.
4. Sure, I have choices, but no one gave me permission.
5.Questions opened scabs.

Just examples of using First Lines in your writing.

We have moved again, closer still to family. Love the new apartment, and the new senior community. Looking forward to things to come.

Three great grandchildren, and one on the way. I am so grateful. We should all find something to be grateful for every day.

As I said in my book, Behind The Mask, keep love and kisses in your life.
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Projects

I have been working on several projects. Clearing out clutter from my office. Again. This time, however, I separated all my writing and put them into notebooks. The Memoirs are now separate from my short stories, which are separate from my ramblings.

I have this bad habit of writing something, putting it away, and not rereading or editing it and most times putting it into the wrong folders.

Now I am attempting to straighten all that out.

What will I do with them? I don’t know. But this year, I am dedicated to working on my writing. Who knows, maybe there is another book coming.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

What To Do With Journals

I have struggled with the answer to that question for years. For years I argued yes, keep them forever. And when I moved, I moved 15 years and many boxes of journals with me.

Why? For remembrance? For my kids and grandkids to spend hours, or years to read them all, or just take the time  to throw them  away.

At almost 79, I have decided I have the right to keep the writing or throw it all out. In my case, I decided it was time to get rid of them. I spent hours and hours tearing all those pages up. Was it worth it, I think so. They would only have to do that after I was gone anyway, so I saved them the trouble.

Instead I decided it was time to write my memoirs. I have started them two or three times already, but never got to get any of it done. Oh yes, there are half pages written, or notes on subjects I want to write about, little stories of my life that are worth sharing, so I have to start over and just write it. Now is the time.

I have led a life There are stories worth telling. Better than reading some old journals that might have pages that would hurt someone’s feelings, or that are just so boring with the everyday mundane events of my life on that day.

My life wasn’t boring and that is what I hope writing my memoirs will bring to life. I might even share one or two of my stories with all of you.

In the meantime, Happy and Healthy New Year.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

A Poem by Helene Moore

We are old

We are cold

We squeak

We leak

We’re old you see

As you will one day be

Still young at heart

Sill making art

And so it seems

We still have dreams

 

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

The Value Of Life

All the cliches are true. Life is precious. Life is short. Life is not fair. Life is what you make it.

Let’s talk about it. Life is precious: it is, each moment has a memory, whether it’s a happy one or sad one, or angry one, it is a moment in time. Moments are for memory, for writing, for Memoir. Take a slice of a day, shape it into a memory, and keep it close to your heart.

Life is short: damn right it is. One second can change your life. An accident, a doctor’s report, anything that upsets the balance of your life. Don’t waste time on what could be, or should be, just take what happens and sharpen your attitude. You attitude will get you through the toughest of times. I know, I’ve been there. I wrote Behind The Mask, using moments, documenting feelings and emotions, yet my husband’s sense of humor and my attitude got me through those awful seven years.

Life is not fair. Who ever said it was. Every day is a challenge we have to meet. Sometimes it is like being in a ring, only the ten rounds are never over. You get knocked down every which way. But you have to keep going.

Because life is what you make it. Attitude, perserverance, and love and kisses can help you through anything. Writing about your life is a carthartic process, it heals.

Be thankful for every moment in time. Beef up your attitude. Take good care of yoursef. Be yourself. Love who you are, and be the best you can be.

Keep a grateful list and list everything you are grateful for. See if you can get one hundred things written down on paper. Update the list and keep updating it until you have 200 things you are grateful for.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene Moore

Catching Up

I’m catching up. Shopping to day; Costco, Borders, and Whole Foods. Tomorrow the lawyer, next week doctor appointments.

But, today I found some new websites and they are wonderful. I forgot to write down the names, but come back tomorrow and I will name them.

I’m feeling pretty good, getting things done, papers filed. Now it’s back to writing. I started a book several years ago, and I put it away, thinking I wasn’t ready to write it yet. One of the reasons I stopped, my heroine is too angry. So I think I will have to let the readers know why she is so angry, and then I can start the story. It means giving the reader a lot of information about the heroine at the very beginning, but I think it might be necessary. Otherwise, she won’t be likable.

I am so blessed to be back with my family. My grateful list just grows and grows and grows. As long as we keep our health, we will be fine.

Happiness is in the moment. This moment. The fact that I’m sitting here blogging makes me happy.

Write your memories, keep them close to your heart. Let your families know who you are, who you really are on the inside. Include your self in writing your Memoir.

Give something back. Do a kindness every day. Tell someone something nice. Pick up the phone and call an old friend. Skip the jokes, and write something on the email.

Adopt A Caregiver. Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Tell them your friend Helene Moore sent you. Don’t know how a new caregiver feels, read my book, Behind The Mask.

Keep love and kisses in you life. Helene

www.adoptacaregiver.org is now up and running

Writing Prompts

I love doing writing prompts. I must have well over 500 of them and would love to put them into an ebook, but I don’t know how. Yet.

Maybe I’m just trying to jumpstart my own writing.  Here are ten of my First Lines.

1. Why don’t you just spit it out; it’s what you want to do.

2. The mainteance guy came up and did everything I asked; and then some.

3. He looked like a cat burgler, dressed in black; then he lunged at me.

4. My life story in writing is anything but dull.

5. Icy fingers of fear crawled up his neck

6.”Not now, I’m busy,” then she turned and saw the gun pointed at her heart.

7. The sea sparkled as the sun sunk it’s yellow gold circle into the horizon.

8. The leaves of the tree danced in the breeze and then lightening stuck.

9. The report dragged on, but she only wanted the bottom line, so why were they drowning her in paper?

10. Her grandson was her pride and joy, but he didn’t deserve it.

I hope some of you out there will run with one of these lines and make it into a story or essay or poem. Perhaps I will periodically write some more of them here later on.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver in your own community. Bless you. Don’t know how a new caregiver feels, read my secret journal, Behind The Mask, published last year.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Support Caregivers

Do you have any idea how a new caregiver feels? How alone, scared, and the kind of feeling that no one understands, so there isn’t anyone to talk to?

That is why I published my secret journal, Behind The Mask. So ordinary people can read my book and understand the obstacles that confront the new caregiver.

We were the lucky ones, the doctor changed the Alzheimer’s Disease diagnosis seven long hard years later, to Age Associated Memory Impairment. After my book was published, I wanted to give something back, so I started my Adopt A Caregiver journey.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver, and tell them your friend Helene sent you. There is a caregiver in your own community. Find him/her. Send an email, offer to be their friend.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene