Sunday, April 13, 2014

Voices for Alzheimer’s—Nine Hundred Purple Sashes

I just returned from my fourteenth annual journey to Washington, D.C., for the Alzheimer’s Advocacy Forum. My sister, Roberta, made the trip with me this year—for her third trip to our nation’s capitol to be a voice for Alzheimer’s.

We went to D.C. early in order to take a look around. As I browse the photos I snapped along the way, images emerge showcasing a city of stunning architecture, monuments, cherry blossoms, reflecting pools, fountains, gnarled trees, gawking tourists, honking taxis, a Sponge Bob Mailbox, a street musician playing a soulful saxophone…

My camera captured images of the past and future statues in front of the National Archives, and I read the words beneath: “Study the Past,” and “What Is Past Is Prologue.” As I pondered those two statements, I had turned and snapped a photo of the building across the street. Then, in the corner of the frame, I saw him. He was sleeping on a park bench, covered with a tattered green plastic tarp. This thin shelter was expected to ward off the chill of the night.

As we walked past him, we could hear his snores and see the blanket rise and fall. He was one of the unsheltered homeless. Out of D.C.’s 6800 homeless, more than 500 are unsheltered. They sleep in parks, in doorways, cubbyholes throughout the city. We saw a homeless man in Subway counting coins to buy a breakfast sandwich. Others beg for coins, or wander the streets pushing a cart overflowing with their treasures, hollow-eyed and defeated. I couldn’t help but wonder how many were confused and suffering from dementia.


It bothered me to know that statistically the odds were high that at least some of the homeless must have Alzheimer’s. After all, the focus of this journey  was  Alzheimer’s and a strategy to keep Alzheimer’s research funding in the budget.

Alzheimer’s is the most expensive disease in America and drains Medicare and Medicaid of $150 billion annually. Yet to fight this monster disease that gulps our economy, we wield a plastic sword.

Testifying on Alzheimer’s research before the U.S. Senate Appropriations Subcommittee, Francis Collins, Director of the National Institutes of Health, said, “We are not, at the moment, limited by ideas. We are not limited by scientific opportunities. We are not limited by talent. We are, unfortunately, limited by resources to be able to move this enterprise forward at the pace that it could take.”

 Our mission, as advocates, was to storm Capitol Hill to bring attention to the serious underfunding of Alzheimer’s research. Nearly 900 of us showed up in our purple sashes to tell our stories and to ask our legislators to increase Alzheimer’s research funding by $200 million. If we receive this increase, our funding will be $766 million—the most ever invested in Alzheimer’s research.

To put it in perspective—Alzheimer’s is the sixth leading cause of death with one-third of seniors dying with Alzheimer’s or another dementia. Approximately a half million people die each year because they have Alzheimer’s. This deadly disease cannot be prevented, cured, or even slowed. Yet, our nation is taking a pass on investing enough resources to take advantage of the talent, opportunities, and ideas generated by the brightest scientific minds in America. When their projects to find a cure for Alzheimer’s aren’t funded, they work on the diseases that are well funded—diseases that now have effective treatments and survivors. At our Alzheimer’s walks, we do not have survivors.

Help us make Alzheimer’s a disease of the past. Tell your legislators that we need to invest in America’s future by finding a cure for Alzheimer’s. It can be done; it will be done if we care enough.

We can’t win a war with a plastic sword. One of the health aides gave us a hint. She said that to get funds increased, we had to be visible and audible all year. Don’t let them forget about Alzheimer’s! Nine hundred purple sashes makes a statement, but if you want to end Alzheimer’s and couldn’t go to the forum, please make a phone call, shoot off an email, or visit a district office. If we become a big enough pest, Congress will listen.

copyright © April 2014 by L. S. Fisher

http://earlyonset.blogspot.com

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Morning Sunlight Diet—Free and Easy

Maine Sunrise
Sleep was elusive as a severe thunderstorm chose midnight to crash, boom, and pelt the windows with hail. About the time exhaustion won the tug-of-war, a ka-boom rattled the windows and the sky lit with the violent flash of nearby lightning.

Not to be outdone, my new phone shrieked an alarm. I’m still learning about the bells and whistles, but a siren in the middle of a storm didn’t seem like a good thing. It was a flash flood warning. I think I’d just been warned by the deluge on the heels of the hail.

I finally fell into a uneasy sleep with equally disturbed dreams. I woke up to distant rumbling thunder, gray skies, and an alarm clock flashing 5:25 a.m. My phone said it was seven o’clock, so I took a look at Google news. National news covered the shooting at Fort Hood; state news concentrated on the weather.

Health News was the real eye-opener of the morning.  Okay, I already knew that sleep helped with weight loss. Of course, after the night I’d just experienced, that was down the tubes for today. This study by the Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine concentrated on sunlight without regard to sleep, caloric intake, or exercise. The sun affects our circadian rhythm and synchronizes our internal clock.

Maybe I’m a little on the ignorant side, but I had never heard of circadian rhythm. According to the article, “Circadian rhythm is the body’s physical, mental and behavioral changes that follow a roughly 24-hour cycle.” How could I have not known this term when apparently circadian rhythm is what makes us tick?  

The super good news brought to light by this study was that body mass index (BMI) can be greatly reduced with twenty to thirty minutes exposure to morning sunlight. In fact, exposure to light can account for 20 percent of BMI! Think of all the pills, strict diets, powdery drinks, nasty tasting chocolate bars, and invasive surgery that people undergo to lose weight and, more importantly, bring their BMI to a healthy level. Think of Americans saving $60 billion spent on weight loss programs each year!

Many of us suspected that our lifestyle contributed to an alarming increase in obesity. Many of us spend the majority of our lives indoors, whether at home or work. Some of us (this is where I raise my hand) are night owls. We stay up late regardless of the time we have to get up in the mornings. I spent most of my working years with too little sleep and almost zero exposure to sunlight. That’s a health double whammy. And when you work, thanks partially to daylight savings time, your exposure is to afternoon light, which does not have the same benefit as morning sunlight.

Maybe I’m being a little optimistic, but since morning light affects mood and behavior, as well as BMI, couldn’t morning light therapy be helpful for people with Alzheimer’s? We know sun-downing is brought on by waning light and that a well-lit room can help behavior. Maybe an early morning walk, or even quiet time outdoors would provide an uplifting start to the day.  

Without sunlight between 8:00 a.m. and noon, our internal clock is altered and becomes as worthless as my flashing alarm clock was this morning. Our body’s timepiece become “uncoordinated” which leads to altered metabolism and weight gain.

 After reading the article, I was hyped about soaking up the rays to shrink my waistline while energy transferred from that brilliant celestial orb to my earthbound, over-weight body. This fantastic health advice comes on a day when all a person could be exposed to this morning is doom and gloom, rain, low hanging clouds, with a possibility of hail and high winds. Not a single ray of sunlight can be found.

I’m hoping for a bright sunshiny day tomorrow so I can put my new knowledge into action. I can’t think of a better diet than pulling up a lawn chair, sipping a cup of coffee, and relaxing in the morning sun. It beats the heck out of the treadmill or exercise bike.  

copyright © April 2014 by L. S. Fisher

sources: Northwestern University press release: “Morning rays keep off pounds.” Research funded by National Institutes of Health. http://esciencenews.com/articles/2014/04/03/morning.rays.keep.pounds


Money.USnews.com: “The Heavy Price of  Losing Weight.”  http://money.usnews.com/money/personal-finance/articles/2013/01/02/the-heavy-price-of-losing-weight

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Let’s Talk About Women and Alzheimer’s

Before Alzheimer’s came into my life, I considered it to be an equal opportunity disease affecting males and females the same way. During my years of involvement, I began to realize that Alzheimer’s had a bigger impact on women than on men.

The 2014 Alzheimer’s Disease Facts and Figures includes a “Special Report: Women and Alzheimer’s Disease.”  This report highlights several studies that bear witness to the higher burden the disease has on women.

Out of all Americans with Alzheimer’s, two-thirds are women. Why? The most obvious factor is age. Women have longer lifespans and are more likely to reach the age of highest risk. Women are more concerned than men about developing Alzheimer’s, and with good reason. A sixty-five year old woman has a 20 percent lifetime risk of developing dementia during her lifetime. I don’t know about you, but I’m not happy with those odds.

I admit that before Jim developed dementia, I never gave much consideration to how unfair Alzheimer’s is to the person with the disease and the caregiver. I had no concept of the breadth and scope of the disease—how all consuming it can be.

Being a caregiver for my husband was never a part of my vision of our life together. Jim never seemed like the type of person who would ever be anything but decisive, a man of strong convictions, protective, creative, and loving. Never in my wildest imagination could I have envisioned the turn our lives would take when he developed dementia. And certainly, if an Alzheimer’s type of dementia had ever entered my mind, I would have thought of him as an elderly man, not one who wouldn’t live to see his sixtieth birthday.

The job of caregiver falls more often on women. They are two and a half times more likely than men to be that caregiver who provides the around the clock care for a loved one who is in the late stages of the disease. These female caregivers are made up of daughters, wives, sibblings, friends, and in younger onset—mothers. In a study of caregivers, indications are that females are substantially more likely than males to provide intimate personal care for their loved one with Alzheimer’s. Just like me, other women caregivers take on bathing, dressing, toileting, and changing adult diapers.

Caring for a loved one is hard work and stressful. Women report a higher level of emotional stress than men (62 percent vs. 52 percent) and greater physical stress (47 percent vs. 24 percent).

Women’s employment is affected adversely by caregiving. Twice as many women as men give up employment entirely to be caregivers. Seven times as many women as men go from working full-time to part-time in order to be a caregiver.

I was in my forties when Jim developed dementia and worked full-time. Quitting work wasn’t an option for me. There were times when the challenges of juggling a job and caregiving seemed overwhelming. Jim didn’t require but about four hours of sleep at night and that meant that I often went to work sleep deprived and emotionally drained. When I hired caregivers to come into my home, they would often arrive late, or call at the last minute that they couldn’t come. Because they were undependable, it made me, as an employee, feel undependable too. Fortunately, my employer allowed me the flexibility I needed to work around caregiving issues. They knew that from time-to-time I would receive a phone call and have to go home to tend to the latest challenge—wandering, refusing to let someone else do something for him, or just to comfort him when he was scared or depressed.

I was young compared to most women who cared for spouses with Alzheimer’s. When I found myself feeling defeated, I couldn’t help but wonder how elderly ladies managed full-time caregiving.

Think about it—as a woman you are more likely to be a caregiver for a loved one with Alzheimer’s, and then, after years of caregiving, you are more likely to develop the disease. We women have a large stake in ending Alzheimer’s. Our brains matter to us, and we want to keep them healthy throughout our lifetimes. We need to join together as women, as caring people, as advocates to end Alzheimer’s now.

copyright © March 2014 by L.S. Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

HOPE for Alzheimer’s

More than five million Americans have Alzheimer’s disease including 110,000 Missourians. With 10,000 baby boomers turning 65 each day, cases of Alzheimer’s are expected to skyrocket.

Alzheimer’s is the most expensive disease and has a negative impact on our nation’s economy. Alzheimer’s disease cost the nation $203 billion in 2013, and by 2050 it is expected to reach $1.2 trillion annually. The rising costs for Alzheimer’s care and services threaten to bankrupt Medicare and Medicaid. Alzheimer’s takes a toll on families—both financial and emotional.

News of a blood test to predict who will develop Alzheimer’s disease has been met with excitement and trepidation. By identifying those at risk for Alzheimer’s, researchers might find success with medications that have not worked in the later stages. New insights into how Alzheimer’s affects the brain would help researchers understand the disease better.

Without a cure, prevention, or effective treatment, the question arises—who would want to know if they were going to develop Alzheimer’s? Currently, fifty percent of Americans who have Alzheimer’s do not know they have the disease, but nearly ninety percent want to know if they have the disease. 

The Health Outcomes, Planning, and Education (HOPE) for Alzheimer’s Act would provide Medicare services to diagnose Alzheimer’s disease. Early diagnosis would allow people to get their affairs in order while they had the capacity to do so. They could make lifestyle changes that research indicates could delay the onset. A healthy diet, exercise, and remaining socially engaged has many health benefits and has long been considered a boost for cognition.

The HOPE Act addresses problems with how the healthcare system currently works. Once a person has been diagnosed, HOPE for Alzheimer’s ensures that the newly diagnosed person and care providers will receive vital information with treatment options and support services available.  

This Act promotes open communication between patient, the medical team, and caregiver. It would require documentation of the diagnostic evaluation to be provided in the patient’s medical record. This is a huge improvement! With the complete medical history in hand, care providers can help manage other diseases the person with dementia might have.  

When my husband developed dementia at 49, the diagnostic process was lengthy. I kept a log of his symptoms, medications, drug reactions, and other health concerns. I shared this list with the many physicians involved in diagnosing and treating him. Not having this information would have adversely affected his care.

Being a caregiver for a loved one with dementia is a life-changing situation. Jim’s dementia is the reason I have been an advocate on state and national levels for the past fifteen years.

In April, my sister, Roberta Fischer and I will join more than 750 Alzheimer’s advocates in Washington, D.C. for the Advocacy Forum. Along with other Missouri advocates, we will visit Senator Roy Blunt (R), Senator Claire McCaskill (D), and Representative Vicky Hartzler (R). The fight to end Alzheimer’s is a bipartisan effort.

When legislation that makes so much common sense comes along, it is time for everyone who has experienced Alzheimer’s firsthand to write that email, make a phone call, or drop by a district office. I urge you to join your voice to ours by contacting your U.S. senators (S 709) and U.S. representative (HR 1507) and ask them to co-sponsor the HOPE for Alzheimer’s Act.

No one should ever be without HOPE.

copyright © March 2014 by L. S. Fisher

Monday, March 10, 2014

Eric Rill: An Absent Mind


I often receive offers to endorse products or promote others’ agendas on my blog. I usually ignore or decline these offers. Recently, Maria Corder with Avante Press asked if I would like to read An Absent Mind, a novel about Alzheimer’s scheduled for a March 2014 release. I asked for an electronic version to read.

I am an avid reader and often have a couple of novels going at the same time. It so happened that I was reading two thrillers when she sent the manuscript to me. I downloaded the book onto my Kindle and hoped to get to it before long.

It takes an intriguing novel to get me to put aside a James Patterson book. When I opened An Absent Mind, I was hooked from the beginning when Saul Reimer began to tell his story:  “I was always considered a bit peculiar, so no one probably suspected anything until a dreary October afternoon when I removed my gray flannel trousers, opened the front door of my house, and ambled down the street.”

The most compelling dimension of this novel is the intertwining of the perspectives of Saul’s family—his wife Monique, his dependable daughter Florence, his narcissistic son Joey, and Dr. Tremblay. Each family member’s story unfolds as the Alzheimer’s diagnosis changes their lives, their relationships with each other, as well as with Saul. An Absent Mind does justice to exploring the thoughts, motivations, fears, and emotions of a person with dementia and his family members.

Saul takes you into the heart of a person who knows something is going terribly wrong. We feel his fear of what is going to happen, and his suspicion of family, especially Monique, plotting against him. Saul’s unfiltered views are often humorous as he makes observations about his family. About Joey, he says,  “…except Joey, who can’t sit for more than the time it takes him to gulp down a milk shake. I often wonder what happens when he’s in the bathroom. With his attention span, he probably can’t sit still until it’s time to reach for the toilet paper.” 

Florence is the Reimer child with a strong sense of responsibility. She and her irresponsible brother grew apart over the years, but through necessity they form a fragile relationship. The family pulls together to try to figure out how to deal with Saul. They disagree on the best approach to make those difficult decisions like how to take away the car keys. Each one, in his or her own way, has to find a way to adjust to the changes in Saul during his downward spiral into the Alzheimer’s abyss.

I have to laugh about Monique’s account of Saul ordering magazine subscriptions, aluminum siding, and hired carpet cleaners when they had oak floors. It brings back memories of Jim, the telemarketer’s best friend.

It is easy for me to relate to Monique—her frustration as she struggles to care for Saul at home, and her guilt when she realizes it is “time” to find a better solution. I understand her need to be present daily at the facility, feeding Saul and watching after him. I understand her frustration with Joey when he doesn’t seem to do his fair share. My heart aches for Monique when Saul arises from his apathetic state for a brief moment of clarity and calls her chou-fleur. This powerful moment demonstrates that Alzheimer’s erases a lifetime of memories, but doesn’t empty the soul of love.

The mark of a good novel is one that makes you laugh and cry, and An Absent Mind hits the target dead center. It is obvious Eric Rill knows the devastation of a loved one with Alzheimer’s, and yet tells this story in an uplifting manner. An Absent Mind is riveting from beginning to end as we walk the journey with the Reimer family.

copyright © March 2014 by L.S. Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com


Eric Rill’s An Absent Mind is available on Amazon.com 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Seth Rogan Livens Up Senate Hearing on Alzheimer’s

Well, the purpose of having a celebrity spokesperson is to get attention. Having Seth Rogen testify at the February 26 Senate Appropriations Subcommittee on Labor, Health & Human Services met that goal. In his opening remarks, Rogen admitted that being called an expert in something was “cool.” He said,  “I don’t know if you know who I am at all. You told me you never saw Knocked Up, Chairman, so…it’s a little insulting.” Senator Tom Harkin showed uncharacteristic humor when he wagered that this was the first time in a congressional hearing that the words ‘knocked up’ had been heard.

I’ve been to several Senate Hearings on Alzheimer’s while at the Advocacy Forum in Washington, D.C. I don’t recall any where the audience was laughing. These are usually deadly serious meetings about a deadly disease. I can remember one hearing where tissue boxes were being passed up and down the rows when a young lady testified about familial early-onset Alzheimer’s. I believe it had to be one of the most tragic stories I had ever heard. Her entire family had a 50/50 chance of facing the same unrelenting fatal disease.

I watched the Webcast of the hearing and although Rogen received the bulk of the media attention, he was not the only person to testify. Scientists and economists provided extensive testimony on  Alzheimer’s and answered the senators’ questions.   

Dr. Richard Hodes (NIH) talked about research on how a healthy lifestyle could be an intervention for Alzheimer’s. Although still early in the research process, he recommended diet and exercise as a way to improve overall health.

One of the people to testify was former Congressman Dennis Moore. I’ve met Dennis on previous D.C. trips when he joined Missouri advocates to talk to our Senators. Dennis is a warm, personable man who has a heartfelt way of connecting with legislators when he speaks about Alzheimer’s. Seeing one of their own with early onset Alzheimer’s is an eye-opener for many of them.

Another person who testified, Dr. Michael Hurd, researcher for the Rand Corporation, talked about the monetary cost of dementia. The annual cost of dementia in 2010 was $109 billion. When you factor in informal care, the amount increases to $160-$250 billion. Alzheimer’s is the most costly disease.  

National Institute of Health Director Dr. Francis Collins who explained the limitation on Alzheimer’s research was simply funding. Only one in six peer-reviewed research projects are funded. The brightest minds often research other diseases that are well funded.

Simply put, our country has not provided the resources to find a cure for Alzheimer’s. Maybe it’s because dementia is a disease that still has a stigma—or as Rogen said, “Americans whisper the word Alzheimer’s, because their government whispers the word Alzheimer’s.”

Laced in with his humorous remarks, which is indeed an attention getter, Rogen shared the story of his mother-in-law who developed early onset Alzheimer’s at fifty-five. By sixty, she was unable to speak, feed or dress herself. While that image sank in, Rogen admitted that the dire situation caused him, “a lazy, self-involved, generally self-medicated man-child to start an entire charity organization.” His Hilarity for Charity raises money for Alzheimer’s research and for families dealing with dementia.

Senator Moran began the hearing with Alzheimer’s information, but I want to leave you with some of his thoughts. Every 68 seconds another American develops Alzheimer’s. In the United States more than 5.2 million, and 44 million worldwide have the disease. Alzheimer’s is the sixth leading cause of death in the United States. It has no cure, no diagnostic test, and no treatment. A Rand Corporation study predicts that within 30 years the cost of dementia is expected to bypass cancer and heart disease. Even a five-year delay in the onset, would mean a total savings of $447 billion by 2050. The effort to find effective treatments and a cure causes the most fiscally conservative and those who are the most caring and compassionate to come together. Moran said that we need to fully commit to finding a cure in the next decade.  He called finding a cure “The defining challenge of our generation.”  Moran said, “The gift that we all could provide for every American, for every American family, is a special gift…it is the gift of hope.”  


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copyright © March 2014 by L.S. Fisher

http://earlyonset.blogspot.com

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Music to My Ears

Music has the ability to bring joy into our hearts and give us happy feet when the beat calls for dancing. Music has always been a part of my life although I can’t play an instrument and have a hard time carrying a tune. My mom, brother Jimmy, and other family members take their music to several area nursing homes on a regular basis.

Monthly concerts in nursing homes is a natural way for my mom to share her love of music. Her entire family was musical and entertained at every family gatherings with down home country and gospel music. That was a different time and different era in my life. On Saturdays, we visited Grandma and Grandpa Whittle and played with cousins while the grownups filled the night air with the sounds of music. Get-togethers were the norm instead of the exception they are now.

Even after I married, the musical way of life continued. Jim’s family was chocked full of musicians and at every opportunity, guitars, fiddles, banjos, were taken out of cases and kitchen chairs clustered together while everyone sang and played their favorite tunes.

One day last week, on an otherwise normal day, I felt a real longing to visit with my mom. First, I called to make sure she was home, and then made the hour drive to visit. My brother Jimmy was there, and just like old times, he and Mom played some of their old favorites and a few new ones. The music took me back—sometimes to childhood. When mom sang “The Way I Am” it reminded me of Jim before dementia.

Music was therapy for Jim and he played his guitar every morning. He loved gospel, country, and cowboy songs. Even after he lost the ability to play, he still enjoyed listening. For a long time, he carried a Walkman to listen to his favorite tunes. At the nursing home, we turned his TV to the Country Music Channel and kept a drawer full of his favorite music cassettes.

Music provides a nonmedical method to decrease agitation and behavioral problems in people with dementia. Music is effective in all stages of the disease and can stimulate happy memories even in the late stages. It is important to fit the music to the person. While one person might appreciate big band, others might prefer jazz, country, gospel, or old time rock and roll.

Music elevates mood and stimulates memory for everyone. Just last week, I saw a question on Facebook asking if anyone remembered Gordon Lightfoot and could name one of his songs. I paused the show I was watching, The Blacklist, and felt compelled to answer the question. The posts were full of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” but the Gordon Lightfoot song that always meant the most to me was “Sundown.” It had been years since I heard the song, but I instantly thought of Jim and when my kids were young. Jim used to sing that song and it always makes me think of the seventies—Jim with his sideburns and me with long straight hair parted in the middle. The song ignites memories of youth, love, hard but happy times. I typed in “Sundown” and restarted my movie. About two minutes later, Gordon Lightfoot’s smooth voice began singing “Sundown.” Memories upon memories. I thought it just a little beyond strange that the song followed so quickly on the heels of the Facebook question.

I believe that when music plays a big part of life, it can be a way to connect with people who no longer share our physical world. Was it just a coincidence that I saw a question that led to a specific song more than three decades old and then heard it on a TV show within minutes of each other? Maybe. Maybe not. It could have been a gentle auditory reminder that our life force doesn’t end with death.

In my quiet house the only sound I hear right now with my physical ears is the gurgling of the refrigerator and the buzzing of an impatient dryer. But in my mind, I still hear soul soothing echoes of laughter and music from long ago.

copyright © Feb. 2014 by L. S. Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

On the Scent: The Memory Connection

Our sense of smell is a door that opens our memories. Sometimes the actual scent can be elusive, while the memory is strong. Yesterday, I walked into a room and for some reason it reminded me of a funeral home. That isn’t exactly a good memory, and I’m not even sure what it was that made me think of it. Sometimes, a certain combination of floral arrangements will ignite that memory for me, but this room had no flowers in it.

On a better note, one of my favorite scents is coffee. That signifies the beginnings of most of the days of my life. It’s like waking up to a new page in a favorite book. Coffee and Jim are intertwined in my memory. He loved his coffee, drank it half a cup at a time so that it stayed hot. To this day, if my coffee isn’t hot, I can’t drink it.

After shaves and perfumes can be associated with certain people. I saw a movie one time, I think it was The Notebook, where a man tried to find the scent that his wife wore and couldn’t find it. Eventually, he realized the smell was shampoo instead of perfume. Smell is our strongest connection to those special people in our memories whether it is cologne or just the smell of their skin.

I hate the smell of Vick’s Vapor-rub. It makes me think of being miserable with a cold when I was a kid. That’s why I only use Mentholatum for stuffy head colds. For the same reason, I can’t stand the smell of wintergreen—Pepto-Bismol. It does come in a cherry flavor now, but I’m sure the smell of that would make me think of cough syrup. How about the distinctive smell of the doctor’s office? Don’t notice that so much anymore, but Dr. Hoffa’s office had a scent like no other place and a whiff of that antiseptic/medicine smell will take me back in a heartbeat.

Our brains link countless smells to events. Does the smell of popcorn make you think of going to the movies? Does a dank odor make you think of the showers after gym class in school?

Because of the known connection between scent and memory, researchers have developed an oPhone. Its cylinder shape is nothing like a regular phone and you can’t use it to have a conversation with another person. Instead of sounds, the emails, tweets, and texts are odors. It has an oChip that produces over 300 scents now, but eventually it will produce many more. The scents are complex—not just a single odor, but more like real life where a combination of odors makes a memory.

The oPhone is currently being used to provide a “sensory experience” in a coffee shop in Paris—sort of smell before you buy. The hopes are that the oPhone has more value than a gimmicky marketing tool. In fact, with the close association between smell and memory, it is believed that the oPhone could stimulate memory in people with Alzheimer’s.

Since it may be a long time before this product is available, you could try your own sniff tests to see if it will jog your loved one’s memory. No one knows the scents that bring back favorite memories more than you.

The smell of a fresh baked cinnamon roll makes me think of my wonderful mother-in-law. She’s long gone, but the smell of her homemade baked goods live in my brain associated with the smell of cinnamon. Of course, that would call for a good cup of coffee from the pot that seemed to have no bottom. Her house was always filled with baked goods and love. I can hear the laughter, the sounds of a pitch game, and Jim strumming his guitar in the background. I can plainly smell the memory.

copyright © February 2014 by L. S. Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com

 Source: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/272565.php