Intense. Very.

Another one flying over the Coo-Coo's nest.

They still can't do much better in many places like this despite the fact that there is better research on the subject.

Scanner-what a sad and horrible thing for all involved. Powerful.

Scanner. You Entertain. You Teach.
Thanks for Edification. Pain. Truth.
Let's Transcend. David had a Heart.
Warrior. Hallelujah. Adoration. Ah!
This was Beautiful. Praise. Humans.
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Thanks for this . . . It's a Meditation.
I plan to replay . . . It's gracious. Ay!
You no putdown . . . You Edify. Love.
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I just read you on the `Most Active.
I went there to see if I `Posted or Not.
Gaud. Who Knows What? O! Amaze.
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I'll replay . . .
That won't hurt.
Thanks again.

Brilliant writing, Kenny, and moving. r.

I really like this Scanner...I am studying dementia atm..in the aged and affirm.. it should be no surprise to anyone how much of our humanity is locked away and ignored. Not just in the elderly, but many of us from all walks of life..who suffer other pp's predjudice and dealt with accordingly, because we don't fit societys norms. Great work ! R

I will be sure to remember this as a reminder in my work..to always see the humanity, never forget.

Powerful.

" I hate it here God take me please I would rather be dead......,"
Your take on the despair of dementia is dead on and Buckley's cover of Hallelujah is the best. Excellent post.

Ouch and Wow, "Scanman"! :-o

R

I am afraid. This hit home. My dad, at age 100+ desperately wanted to go home. I dread that day. And it will come all too soon.

Hopefully, this isn't me in a few more years. Gut-wrenching. R

Welcome to my nightmare. Sorry it has to be anybody's. You portray this chillingly well.

I will save this.

It will, from now on, be my answer to those who would seek to exercise power over me to prevent me from walking through that last door, in my own time and of my own volition.

I own me.

I will end me when I think it's right for me.

Well done Scan Man. Deeply insightful.

R+++++++++
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Pain personified! R

you are going off into new directions old friend...
i barely remember the blithe hipster of old.
you are an artist.

This is brilliant!/r

You can really get in somebody's head, scanner.

Hallelulah...you are such a good writer. I hear those words always. It is her journey. All her life she has been coming to this place where there is no home. No peace. Restraints, chemical and physical, are necessary. Cooperate. When I hear people say they dont want to end up like this then I say look at yourself right now. Will you cooperate when they say you can't drive anymore? Will you accept help when they say you are a danger in the kitchen? Or will you demand your freedom? Choice. We do have choice. And we can treat each other very well in the dementia wards. Just say "Thank you , I know I need a little help."

Thanks Guys. I have seen a lot of things in my life, the leukemia my dad died from, the heroin that killed my best friend on the floor as I tried to revive him, another friend jump off a bridge. I've been shot, cut, beaten, and in enough car wrecks I should have died ten times over. But I've never seen anything like this disease. It took a vibrant woman who lived by herself 6 months ago, had driver's license and a car and cared for herself, and made her into a vegetable at times and a lunatic at others. She can get violent and cuss and I've never seen her do either in 25 years. They have called Hospice, and they think she is going to die soon, but I'm not so sure. But either way, if I get like this I ain't going out that way, believe me!

You really nailed it, Scan. This was very much like the stream of words my 98 year old grandmother spewed constantly during her last months. She would call me in the middle of the night and talk like that I broke my heart.

Lezlie

So sad. Powerful.

All I can say is "ouch" and that this hit very close to home.

This is the first time I've been able to visit your blog today, kept getting the infamous "Many Errors" message. Excellent, nerve-rattling stuff with good modulations. It's surprising how we all regress as we age, and how society still hasn't worked out a way to deal with it.

-R-

You are really getting this, scanner. I think about what goes and what stays as we age. The fight remains, doesn't it? Not understanding the power others have over you must be wretched. Having to beg others to do what we have always done. Think how we admire "fighters". Then when we are having to deal with them...our confusion and sadness too. Yup, you have touched a pretty raw one, here. :-/

Scary, eye-opening, intense...just the thought of not being in control of my surroundings, my body or my care scares the hell out of me. Excellent expression. Wild, but excellent.

I am so sorry for you, for her, for you. I am supremely claustrophobic so this scenario would be the end of me. One day at a time. Make it to midnight and rewind.

This is some exquisite writing, ScanMan; beautiful. R

Meep Meep. :-)

boooohh yaaaahhh

Scanner, my forever mistake, is that I did not listen to my father, when he asked me not to take him to the clinic, and that I alloweded him to die in his home. I was foolish enough, cause young, to listen to the doctors, that cared for nothing else but the money they took, while my father was on their clinic, cause if I had a doctor visiting my father at home, my father would be better, he would have felt safer, and loved, and I would have given to him a better healing. So since I have learned my lesson the hard way, I think the way home, even if it is for just one day...is a must. Thank you for reminding to all of us...what is true life.