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Many people ignore or are in denial when the early signs of dementia start showing up blaming the brain on aging. Many signs are simply normal after all how many times does one walk into a room to get something only to forget what they are supposed to get? That happens to even young people. I will not go into all the research I did but I will hit some of the highlights. I know my Dad had all the symptoms in the beginning but my Mom refused to believe it until it was too late, I think we all were in a bit of denial as well as uninformed on what to do.

The early stages of dementia are totally reversable. Quite a shocking revelation to me. Diets are very important but I'm not touching that subject for awhile, however the main culprit (for almost anything evil in our bodies) is sugar and cheap oils which are full of horrible situations to take place in our bodies. Anything processed, especially in America is awful for us yet we consume it daily anyways.

One of the most important things the elderly can do is stay active and excercise (my weakest link is excercise). Other ways to fight the early onslaught of dementia is to "Change it Up". Do different things to excercise the brain and try not to follow a rigid routine. A routine has its benefits but once ingrained the brain is not getting any stimulation. Try a crossword or jigsaw puzzle, try a new food, go to a different restaurant, in other words, change up that routine to stimulate the brain. There are many ways to change it up if one looks.

This blog is just a summary of a lot of research I'm doing and not the whole story. Also no matter what there are exceptions to ANY rules. The medical field has done a great job of keeping my Father alive, however the great man and family leader no longer resides in his body. Where did he go? He was always a very proud man who now has been stripped of his dignity completely. At some point when dementia starts, if steps aren't taken early on, it is NOT reversable anymore.

If my Dad didn't have fantastic insurance I don't believe the medical field would have kept him alive but he is like a meal ticket for lack of better wording so he lives. His life isn't horrible because my Mom & the caretaker takes excellent care of him, someone that doesn't have this kind of care - oh I can't think about how awful that is. I know in nursing homes there are many patients in a wheelchair just staring and drooling blankly in the halls. You actually have to navigate between the wheel chairs. There is no life in their eyes yet their lungs are breathing in and out and the medical staff is getting paid. I don't believe Japan or India suffer as much as Western Europe and America in brain decline.

I was taught to be a proud American and maybe compared to some countries we are but compared to some others we aren't. My opinion is the Sugar Industry is the satanic symbol of the anti-christ and has won most people's hearts or controlled their brains with sugar addiction. The sugar industry wins the battle when the FDA ruled that percentaqes of how much nutrition is in a product. Look at an ingredient list on any food product and you will see the amount of Calories with a percentage amount of daily values. The same percentage shows for fiber, or carbs. But when you get to the sugar there is NO percentage. That's because the sugar industry fought and won. That stinks out loud when sugar has so much power they don't have to obey the rules. If an industy is hell bent on power knowing it is hurting it's people hardly makes me proud to be from that country. I'm very disappointed in America and don't know if any leader has ever really cared. The only one I saw make an attempt was Michelle Obama with our children but the other side of her political party blew a gasket.

I wish more people would take charge of their lives and quit believing in doctors blindly. It is not in their interest for you to be well.

When my son Steven was about 3 months old, we went to a Roy Rogers restaurant for some lunch. To my left sat a rather old woman in her 80's. My wife was holding our son and I could see the old woman looking at him admiringly. I'm pretty good at reading peoples faces and it was obvious to me that she was remembering the days long past when she had her own babies. My wife apparently saw it too. I looked at my wife and cocked my head toward the woman and without saying a word my wife nodded approvingly. I stood up and took Steven from my wife and gave him to the woman not uttering a word.

The woman seemed to come alive with a huge smile and said “Oh my, I haven't smelled a baby in soooo long!” She was of course referring to the talcum powder and baby shampoo. She lovingly held Steven in her arms and he looked into her eyes probably wondering who was this strange person holding him. Steven was unlike a lot of babies who easily get intimidated by strangers so I had no fear that he would start screaming when I passed him to this old woman. We let her hold him for about 10 minutes while we ate our lunch. She thanked us for a priceless gift, a trip back in time to when she was a new mother.

I often think about this moment and it never fails to stir me emotionally with a feeling of pride for being perceptive and brave enough to hand over my baby to a complete stranger. Doubtless this woman carried that memory to her grave.

I posted a Love is thread in the Forums, as the thread went on, I made a post that I feel all could benefit from...I have been here off and on since 2009, and have never one time posted a Blog, But I felt Inspired to make this one post over here in the Blogs...

So this post was copied and pasted from the Forums..

Love is avoiding anyone who brings you down, But not someone who uplifts your Spirit..

Right now as this Coronavirus has effects on the Whole World, I cannot think of a better time for us all to be showing Love, and Compassion towards our Fellow Brothers, and Sisters all over the World, Just because You/ We, live in another Country, or Continent, We are Still all Human, We are all Created Equally, we all need Love, and Compassion...whether red, yellow, black or white, we are all Human, We all have a heart and Soul....we all have to eat, drink and sleep....Just Because I live in America, Our Forefathers only moved here from Germany, Spain, Sweden, England and numerous other Countries....Because of a new discovery of America...and most moved to avoid Wars within those Countries...Some way or another, we are all related, we need to become one, NUMEROUS People are Stressed by Numerous Situations. All the fighting, bickering is not accomplishing anything but more stress.. That is NOT Love...Their are Numerous Songs that Describe this situation...

Change has to start somewhere People, It may as well be right here...If you have any Songs that describe Coming together, Please feel free to play them...any comments, or suggestions that bring Love, and Positivity, Please Post... teddybear

Many times when we hear a song, we even sing along, but do we actually ABSORB that song? The Deep Meaning of it, take those words to heart, and Grow from them? Afterall, they are sending a Message... but so few put them into action...bouquet

Please Watch and absorb this Video....(Over 37 Million Views)

There have been famous multiple births in recorded history: quintuplets, sextuplets, septuplets and even octuplets. But a Malian woman recently gave birth to the first surviving set of nonuplets.

Yes, that’s nine babies at once, and the kicker is she thought she was having seven babies. Halima Cissé, 25, gave birth to five girls and four boys on May 4 in a Moroccan hospital where she’d been sent to receive special care for her high-risk pregnancy.

Two of the children had gone undetected during ultrasounds. Cissé reportedly laughed when she heard she had delivered two extra children.

Video footage from the hospital in Casablanca where the nonuplets were born showed the tiny infants moving little limbs while being cared for in incubators after their birth at 30 weeks. The footage comes from news channel France 24.

In a world where everyone is so ugly to each other I feel like reporting something beautiful at least it is to my heart. My Dad who has survived two Hospice situations, lived in a rehab for almost 2 years, fell out of bed twice once needing a hip replacement during the GD lockdown is still hanging in there. Mom went through hell getting him home but she did it and a nurse comes daily to help Dad, in and out of bed, to bathe and eat.

Yesterday when I was there, I bent over to kiss him and ask, "Daddy you know who I am?"
him "Well you called me Daddy, so..."
me "yeah that was a hint, do you know my name"
him...he sees my dog and says, "Bella"
me "Dad you know my dog but not me?"
He locks eyes with me and smiles a smile that just melts my heart - even though his elevator is stuck between floors.

Lately his blood pressure is swinging up and down. Mom called emergency services but they wanted to take him to the ER - she said no - she doesn't want him near all the covid patients, I thought that was a good call. A doctor comes to the house and redoes his meds but if he dies at home, so be it. That is what he wanted before he lost his mind, was to die at home. Mom seems to be at peace with that too.

The CUTE thing to report is that Mom and Dad still hold hands and it is the cutest thing to see. I've seen it all my life but there is a whole lot more beauty and love watching those two withered hands hold each other and r
adiate their love. At least Dad recognizes Mom completely.

I saw my Dad take a few steps with his walker, the nurse behind him with wheelchair. In my life I never thought I could write a blog about see my father take a few steps. Impressive a few steps are when young and learning and just as impressive when old and dying.

He also responded to the excited praise much as a child does. It was a cute moment.

The one thing I have to say about my itty bitty Mom is she went against all the medical systems to get him home and I assure you they put her threw the typical government red tape but Dad is better, much better. More alert with a tad bit better memory than in the facility but his memory over the last 94 years really sucks, not sure where it went but it is mostly gone. Flashes come and go.

In my heart I can't imagine what this is like on Mom besides the fact that she has turned into a skeleton with a bit of skin draped on it.

It's been a few years since I visited my brother in Dayton, Ohio.
The last time was for the funeral of his wife, about 4 years ago.
I was running out of excuses and got on a plane and made the trip. I got to see nieces, nephews and their kids. Today it was happy times for all of us.
We left hot humid weather in South Florida and the first day here was highs in the 80's with low humidity. Tonight it's 67 which would be considered winter in my hometown.

I'm here for the weekend and have a list of 'things to do, places to go and people to see' that includes the aircraft museum with it's iMAX theater and 3D movies.

My grandivas are in their mid to late twenties now. One of my cutest memories from when they were in elementary school is about the time texting began. The girls got phones and I got a text at work from the oldest one. I texted back and for a few text we enjoyed each other. Then it occured to me she turned me into the little girl I once was passing notes in elemetary school. Neither of us was supposed to be texting from school or work but there we were both being kids.

Now she is a flight attendant, today in Amerstdam posting photos on FB showing how happy she is. Yesterday she face timed me while she was doing her make up. She was cute as hell when the phone call started but then as she piled crap (makeup) on her face, did her cheeks, eyebrows, lashes, then fixed her hair all while face timeing she ended up looking like she belonged on a magazine that would give every man a boner. She always let me know how she was having fun being single but now she has a boyfriend for two months.

My first question was "good sex?" and she said yes. Funny question from a grandma but tough if anyone has a problem with that.

Just thinking….

remembering the day I explained death to my son, when he was 3 years old. That was the day we were in my favorite Forest, connecting with our Earth mother and Creator. We walked around listening to the sounds of insects and animals around us, smiling at sprouting tree’s, and hugging a few big one’s along the way. I think it was after we both relieved ourselves at the root of some trees, and offered mother some old veggies that we came across the fallen tree. She was massive, and he was curious. The tree had been there for a while, as it was partially broken down already. I told my son “this tree is sleeping with Earth mother, see?” I reached down and grabbed some of the bits of disintegrated wood, allowing him to watch it fall loosely from my hands ( I probably should have asked the tree permission to do this; darn it, I wasn’t thinking to ask at the time ). After he watched me scatter the particles, I told him: “When we sleep with Earth mother, we don’t wake back up, and after a while of sleeping with her, we go back to her body and become part of her again, just like this tree. This is what Nanna Jackie and your hamster Angus look like right now, cuz they’re sleeping with mother Earth too”. To which, his eyes widened and he let out “Oooooh!” And from the way he said it, I could tell, even at age 3, he understood what I was telling him.