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Unbelievable

Another update:

For the past few days, your father has been doing extremely well. He only eats by mouth now, (soft foods mainly), has been sitting up in the wheelchair without falling to one side or the other, sitting in the recliner, and trying very much to talk. Unfortunately, it is still hard to understand what he is saying when he tries to speak more than one or two words but I am very encouraged by his progress. He definitely understands when he is spoken to.

Freaky.

Update on my dad

If reports are accurate, he’s getting better, not worse.

Odd.

He’s able to eat soft foods. He responds appropriately to phone conversations, usually with grunts, but sometimes with an intelligible “OK” or “Sure”.

He’s alert, giving kisses to his wife, and apparently mumbling words from time to time even without being prompted.

Bizarre.

I’d love to have him get another MRI, another blood test for the suite of detectible infections, and another EKG. I’d love to put hom through another lumbar puncture, too. Some of these things are easier than others to acquire in Freeport, and I’m not sure my dad is yet stable enough to travel.

Outlandish.

Dreaming a bit too vividly

I was sleeping, and dreaming of playing hockey. I was a winger, battling for position in front of the net with a defenseman. The guy grabbed my stick and pulled it out of my hands, so I reared back to punch him.

Before my anti-depressants, I might have actually done that, by the way.

I let loose with the punch. Outside the dream, in real life, I also let loose with a punch. I hit Elvi in her left shoulder. She woke and woke me to ask, “Why did you hit me?” I told her it wasn’t her but this guy who wouldn’t let go of my stick.

When we woke up in the morning, I asked Elvi whether I had dreamed that I hit her or I really did. She told me I did.

Holiday shopping

Christmas and especially Hanukah are right around the corner. Does anybody know where I can find Kackel Dackel in North America?

Or perhaps a cat-hating evil crow that finds pleasure in the predicaments of others?

Or a forward who can score?

(We’re the Panthers, BC is goals against, and BP is goals scored. Three of those goals have been scored by defencemen.)

And then there’s “Your Highness” on the horizon. How soon can we buy tickets?

Calling the house neurologist

Remember last year, when it took a while to diagnose what disease I had contracted? This year, it’s my dad’s turn – and it’s a hell of a lot more serious.

Let me start with his current condition. We thought he was in a classic vegetative state. He could move a bit, moan, open his eyes, react to pain, but show absolutely no cognition at all. He has a PEG tube for feeding but no other devices.

Three days ago, he received 60 mg of prednisone (a corticosteroid). The next day, he opened his eyes and could communicate by blinking and moaning, all appropriately to the questions asked. At one question my brother asked, my dad answered, “Sure”. That was probably instinctual, but it was the first word he’s used in months.

How did he get here? That I can tell you. What is causing this? That’s a mystery. If you have any idea, or know someone who might have any idea, please get back to us. We can supply all medical records as well as MRIs.

Here’s what happened….

Following is a synopsis of the progression of my father’s condition. Pre-existing conditions are a history of atrial fibrillation (on Coumadin), a quintuple bypass in 1993, a AAA (abdominal aortic aneurysm) in 2008, hypertension, adult-onset diabetes, benign prostate hypertrophy, dyslipidemia, hypertriglyceridemia.

October 2009
Dad, his wife Marion, and my brother visit Israel for ten days. Dad seems normal but got tired on some longer, hotter hikes – not surprising for a 69-year-old man. Around this time, he has an erythmatous, non-raised, macular rash on his right hip and lower back for four weeks.

November 2009
Back home in the Bahamas, Dad feels like he never really recovered or “bounced back” from the Israel trip. He says he feels a bit “blah”, tired all the time, and that he doesn’t feel like doing anything. Marion also notices that Dad has become mildly forgetful, but not alarmingly so – about what you’d expect from an older man.

May 2010
Dad shuffles and stoops over a bit when he walks, like an old man. No one is alarmed.

At a high-school-reunion softball game in Montreal, Dad is surprised at how weak and slow his body is. He remarks that he could barely throw the ball, and he fell down at least once. It’s been a while since he’s played, but he doesn’t think he should have lost as much ability as he did. Dad complains that “it’s no fun getting old.”

Early June 2010
Dad flies his Cessna over to Florida, a short trip he does all the time. On the way back, a friend flies the plane while Dad operates the radio. The friend notices that Dad is forgetting how to use the radio properly and is unacceptably slow in his communication. He takes over radio duties from my Dad.

June 17, 2010
On the way to Montreal, Dad acts confused and almost leaves his passport behind on the seat at the gate. It’s unlike him. He speaks with little volume, almost a whisper. When asked to speak up, he doesn’t, really. Overall, he seems tired and quiet. While throwing a football around with his sons, Dad seems uncoordinated. One son says, “Something’s not right with him.”

June 19-20, 2010
At his grand-daughter’s bat mitzvah, Dad sits unusually quietly. He can’t even be bothered to leave a table when people he has little regard for sit down there. Again, that’s not like him.

June 27, 2010
Dad turns 70 and we celebrate with a dinner. He seems really quiet, and confused. He asks when Child Three has hockey when he should know that Child Three as doing only baseball this summer. It’s a steep decline in the matter of a week. We suspect a stroke.

June 28, 2010
Dad has a CT scan, which comes back normal – no stroke. Upon leaving, Dad compliments Marion on her fabulous parking job, although he had driven to the hospital. He asks Marion where she’d slept the night before, which was with him. Dad struggles with driving, going too fast and making a few wrong turns.

June 29, 2010
At the airport, Dad falls over while going through security and again when taking his seat in the plane. He has trouble writing and forgets how to fill out a customs form, something he’s done a hundred times.

End of June, 2010
At home in Freeport, Dad feels tired and “not right.” On the phone, and he sounds groggy, almost drunk. His IM conversation is almost pure gibberish.

July 3, 2010
Dad has trouble getting dressed. Marion helps him, and he says, “I feel like a goddamn invalid.”

July 4, 2010
The next morning, Dad is not well enough to get out of bed. His local physician administers a mini mental state (MMS) exam. Dad is disoriented to time and place and has trouble with basic math. His handwriting is legible but small. A second CT scan and a blood test reveal no abnormalities. A mild case of case of conjunctivitis becomes severe while at the hospital. Since Dad’s condition seems to be deteriorating, he flies by air ambulance to JFK Medical Center in West Palm Beach, Fla.

July 2010
Shortly after being admitted, Dad has tremors on the right side of his body, but those dissipated after a few days. Afterward, myoclonus could be provoked by bending his arms or ankles.

Over the month, Dad weakens to the point of becoming completely bedridden. He sleeps most of the time and has fluctuating levels of cognition when he was awake. The fluctuations vary by day and even by hour. Sometimes all he does is stare at the TV. Sometimes, he’s talkative but in a completely different time and place. Sometimes, he’s all there. Sometimes, he doesn’t recognize anybody. We try to get him to name people in a recent family portrait. On his best days, he gets two or three names. We play cards with him, asking him to add the card values. He can and says it’s boring, but he can’t play blackjack.

When awake, Dad eats well, but he sleeps so much that he gets a PEG feeding tube.

JFK runs every test they have. Many different doctors and specialists tended to him but there’s no consensus. Abnormal test and exam results are:

Glasgow: 12/15 (best verbally disoriented)
MMS: 7/30
Strength: 4/5 upper, 2/5 lower
CBC: WBC 8.7 (70.4% neutrophils, 14.3% lymphocytes, 14.3% monocytes)
CMP: calcium10.2, albumin 3.8, BUN 26
Urine: specific gravity 1.023 (a shade high), protein 100 (2+), occult bacteria
Brain MRI w/o contrast: mild degree of senescence
EEG: slow waveforms; intermittent bursts of slowing at about 2-3 seconds, 8 Hz
alpha very transiently
CSF: protein 52.2 (mildly elevated), few WBC, possible subacute/chronic encephalitis
14-3-3: elevated (but total tau is normal)
Thyroid microsomal antibodies: 101.0 (high)
PEP serum: albumin 3.1 (mildly low), globulin 4.0 (high), alpha 2 1.2 (high), beta 1.3 (high), all consistent with acute inflammation
PTH Intact: 60.1 on July 23 (high normal), 109.5 on July 25
Ionized calcium: 1.55 (high)
Corrected calcium: 11.4 on July 23 (high), 10.7 on July 25 (high)
Vitamin D25: 15.9 (low)
Phosphate: 2.1 (low)

Note that his past medical records also indicate high levels of calcium. He was put on empiric doxicycline and acyclovir.

Tests are negative for culture growth, cryptococcal antigen, West Nile, St. Louis, Eastern Equine, Western Equine, California, influenza, Epstein-Barr, syphilis, herpes, HIV, RPR, mycoplasma, varicella, measles, brucella, Lyme, lead, mercury. Tumor marker tests are all negative.

By the process of exclusion, doctors suspected Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, Hashimoto’s encephalopathy, or paraneoplastic syndrome. Whatever it is, it’s atypical.

Hashimoto’s is an auto-immune disorder that steroids can control. Dad gets 100 mg prednisone to start. Even before the steroid course starts, Dad starts to show some consistent improvement. He can stand with support and he’s a bit more lucid than he has been. With a prescription for steroids, Dad is discharged and he flies to Freeport to check into the hospital there. In Freeport, he spends most of the time sleeping.

July-August 2010
The steroids do not cure Dad, so Hashimoto’s is ruled out. Given that whatever Dad has is probably not treatable, we set up a hospital bed at his home and hire a caretaker and a physiotherapist to help Marion look after Dad’s basic needs.

Over the next couple of weeks, we do our own research. Among the conditions we suspect are Lewy body dementia and hyperparathyroidism. Nothing matches exactly. Together, we put together a spreadsheet with symptoms and conditions.

Dad is doing better than he was in July, however. His prednisone is down to 60 mg/day. He’s awake every day for most of the day. His voice remains quiet and hard to understand, and he doesn’t initiate conversation, but he responded to questions without hesitation and maintains a sense of humor. He knows who we all were, and does quite well with the family portrait game. We can engage him with some very basic games on the computer.

But he’s still confused. He talks about returning to his childhood home in Montreal and asking for his father (who passed away in 1992) and the kids. He is still weak but we can get him to roll himself around in a wheelchair. He feeds himself clumsily, but his appetite is good. With practice, Dad can stand up in his walker all by himself.

September 14, 2010
Marion takes Dad out for a ride in the car. Dad cries. Marion asks if he’s crying because he’s happy or sad and Dad says he’s happy.

September 16, 2010
Marion takes Dad for another drive. Dad asks Marion if she has the passports, because he thinks they’re leaving for Montreal. When Dad gets out of the car, he thanks the caretaker for everything, and kisses Marion goodbye and tells her that he’d see her in Montreal.

September 17, 2010
Dad chokes on breakfast, so we begin feeding only with the PEG tube. Dad has been mostly sleeping since.

October 2010
Dad has deteriorated. He is sleeping almost all day. His fingers are clenched, and his palms are turned down. His hands tremble slightly, and his tongue darts out of his mouth, as if he is playing with his mustache. When turned on his back, his head lashes violently from side to side.

Physical activity is limited to passive range of motion exercises when he sleeps. He opens his eyes occasionally, with no sign of recognition. He is completely non-verbal, his only communication being groans when we move him in bed. He sounds remarkably normal when he hiccups and yawns, but coughs are a bit of an effort.

October 12, 2010
The doctor gives Dad a booster of 60 mg prednisone. Within an hour, Dad is alert and kisses Marion when she asks for it. There’s no more than that in terms of communication. Over the next few days, on the same dosage of prednisone, Dad’s condition gradually returns to its former state. The theory is that the prednisone temporarily reduced brain swelling, which allowed it to function more normally.

After this, Dad appears for all intents and purposes to be in a vegetative state.

November 2010
Dad seems to have stabilized. His breathing isn’t as labored and and his head rolls back and forth a bit, but it’s not lashing violently anymore. His hands and feet still tremble. His eyes seem to open a bit more frequently. It seems like he might be tracking motion and making eye contact, but I can’t say that there is real recognition. He responds to pain/discomfort with groans.

November 10, 2010
The doctor puts dad on 60 mg of prednisone per day. On the second day, Dad opens his eyes for most of the day and shows alertness. He is able to answer simple questions by blinking his eyes and even appeared to laugh at jokes. He also cries a few times.

He is currently still in this phase.

We, and every MD we speak to, remain stumped. His fluctuating cognition seems to rule out CJD. The inconsistent response to steroids rules out Hashimoto’s. A blood test at the end of October still proved negative for all tumor markers, so it’s not likely paraneoplastic. Medication that brought the calcium levels to normal did not lead to any improvement, so it’s not likely hyperparathyroidism. It’s too quick a decline for Lewy body dementia, and really too quick for Alzheimer’s. Someone recently suggested amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS).

Unless someone out there has any brilliant solutions, the only way we’ll know for sure is with an autopsy.

Moving and shaking

A week ago tonight, Elvi and I attended the Montreal launch party for Microsoft’s Kinect for the Xbox 360. Held in La Mouche on lower St. Denis, the party had free drinks and four playing stations (but no Playstations).

Kinect, of course, is Microsoft’s answer to the Wii, taken a step farther. The Kinect uses video and infrared sensors to detect the motion of your entire body. Through your motions, you control what happens on the screen.

We were able to try out a number of games. I shook my booty to “Funkytown” in Dance Central, which is the sort of game that benefits from the technology. The Kinect accurately tracked my smoov moves despite the gawkers around me as I tried and mostly succeeded in following the fly girl’s moves. Tremble mortals, and despair:

Another success was the beach volleyball, part of the Kinect Sports game. We got into it, and it was a blast to jump up and spike the ball, even if it sent my iPod flying out of my shirt pocket and skidding across the floor.

Unfortunately, there are deficiencies. The tracking was occasionally wonky. There may have been a finer resolution than the Wii, but it was less reliable overall. You need to stay in front of the Kinect; with the Wii, you have more freedom to roam.

Kinect’s biggest drawback is its allegedly best feature: the lack of a controller. It sounds freeing, except it’s actually more limiting. When playing Kinect Joy Ride, you had no way to brake or accelerate the car, the way you could with buttons on a controller. You could initiate a temporary speed boost by pulling back and pushing forward on the imaginary steering wheel but that felt awkward, like you were trying to induce whiplash.

And if you do buy Kinect? Forget Kinect Adventures. That was dull.

Bonus moving and shaking:

Child Three’s guinea pigs seem to fight quite a bit, with lots of shrieking, but Groucho recently took to flailing around on his back and shrieking. The vets tells us they have mites, which burrow under the skin and cause severe pain. They’re halfway through the course of two injections and we expect them to recover completely.

It’s hockey season

I haven’t told much about Child Three’s baseball team, for which I was an assistant coach. The team hobbled to a last-place finish in the regular season but incredible pitching got us to the penultimate game, which we lost for a third-place finish. Child Three had a marvelous season at the plate. The power isn’t there, but the batting eye is, as is the swing. The little on-base machine takes after his dad.

But now is hockey season. Child Three and I were ready to make and coach NDG’s Atom CC team this year until the city BB team cut an NDG goalie, bumping both of us down to Atom A, on a team with two goalies.

Our team was shut out in our first two games and have scored two goals in each of the next two, good for a 1-2-1 record. I love this team, though. Nearly every kid applies himself and, in one case, herself, and we may be the best skating team in the league. It’s beautiful to watch. We’ve been working on offense lately in recent practices….

I feel bad about today’s 2-2 tie, however. The kids worked hard, outshooting the opposition 18-6. I can’t fault our goalie for the two goals given up, both were great shots. My job as a coach is to put my team in a position to succeed, but today I put them in a position to fail.

One of our defensemen is new to the position. The basics of the position are just not sinking in, though. I teach and I teach, and he just doesn’t get it. Today, the entire team played poorly in the first five minutes, but the goal we gave up was on a rebound that went to a player that our out-of-position defenseman should have been covering. He had not been playing well or skating hard, and you can’t have a kid like that on defense. I decided to give him another chance before I would switch him with a wing who I know can play D.

By the time the first period ended, we had taken a 2-1 lead, and my troublesome defender played OK. I decided to leave him alone. The second period saw few shots from either team, but at the start of the third, that same defenseman had reverted. I figured I would let him finish the game at defense since we were dominating play.

That was my mistake. I put him in a position to fail. I should have switched him out and put a better defender back there to protect the lead. His poor positioning allowed two breakaways in the last minute of play, one of which turned into a goal in the last minute of play. Those breakaways led to the only two shots we gave up in the third period.

I really blame myself. Kids play like kids play, and it’s my job to maximize their potential. I failed at that today, but it’s a lesson for the future.

Beisbol been bery bery bad to me

My Irrational League hitters came alive in September, slamming homer after homer.

Unfortunately, my pitching stunk worse than month-old lobster. Collapses by Chris Carpenter and Mat Latos meant that Jason Marquis was my ace for the last six weeks – and yes, that’s as bad as it sounds. Not only did I fall out of the money after climbing back into it in August, I finished in fifth.

My final stats:

.269 batting average (3rd, down from 2nd in August)
232 HR (1st up from 6th)
945 RBI (2nd, two RBI out of first)
131 SB (5th, down from 4th)
4.18 ERA (10th down from 6th)
1.28 WHIP (4th down from 3rd)
78 wins (9th down from 7th)
56 saves (6th up from 7th)

What went wrong?

I estimated my final hitting stats would come out to something like .280, 250 HR, 1015 RBI, and 180 SB – all overestimates, but this was a pitching year. An average of .275 won the category, and I essentially did as well as could be expected in HRs and RBIs. I lost 50 SB to Matt Kemp’s (19 SB, 15 CS) and David Wright’s (19 SB, 11 CS) inefficiency and Lasting Milledge’s drop in speed (5 SB, 3 CS). I had predicted those three to rack up 75 SB instead of 43. Oh, yes, and then there was Nate McClouth, who had a whole season of went wrong.

My pitching failed at the start of the year as Jason Marquis and Kyle Lohse both stunk up the joint before going on the injured reserve list. Trevor Hoffman just stunk. Nobody picked up the slack after August, when Latos and Carpenter pitched like gods. In September, they pitched like dogs.

See you next year, Irrational League. It’s hockey season!

Tech tip of the fortnight

You love Google’s Chrome browser but dread using it to look for PDFs because it won’t display them? Hate having to download the PDFs as files and looking at them in Acrobat Reader or Preview or whatever?

Open Chrome and type “about:plugins” in the address/search field (also called the omnibox). Greyed out at the top of the list of plug-ins is the disabled “Chrome PDF Viewer”. Enable it and you can view PDFs right in Chrome. The function has no progress bar, so if you try to load a large PDF, it may look as if Chrome has frozen or given up. Be patient.

Don’t rely on automatic spell-checking

Jen writes the Buried with Children blog.

Jen relies on the automatic spell-check function of her software.

Jen doesn’t re-read what she’s written.

Jen makes pumpkin Nutella cupcakes and folds in the Nutella neither with her hands nor with a utensil.

Jen, having been alerted to her error, has since corrected it.

Always read your work, kids!

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