Readers of this blog and of Beating the Dementia Monster know that, when I was 66, I was told by an authoritative neuropsychologist and Alzheimer’s researcher that I was on track to be dead by the time I was 75. My subsequent study of the disease found his statement was justified. However, I had also told him that I’d recently done a complete flip of my lifestyle, shifting from one that was quite sedentary to one that was active – joining the gym and paying particular attention to my diet. While I had been working from home without social interaction, I had retired and was now working with other men at the local food bank. This provided more social interaction than I’d had when I was employed. He indicated that, if I kept all of that up, I could expect to live at least to 85. In other words, based on his extensive experience with the disease, I was buying at least 10 years.
So, about a year ago, I announced here that I had reached that 75, and I wasn’t dead. At least not yet. After all, there are 365 days in a year, and, well, who knows what’ll happen during all those days. I am, however, happy to report that I made it all the way through those 365 days, and I am still not dead.
But what transpired during those 10 years? Readers will recall that I was in free-fall back in 2015. I had to stop driving and had episodes when I couldn’t recall our zip code or phone numbers of 35 years, even when prompted. After hours of testing at the University of Washington’s Brain Wellness Center I was pronounced “impaired.” In 2017 and 2018, my brain MRIs were for someone in memory care.
Nevertheless, after about six months of fairly aggressive exercise and work on my diet, I began to see improvement. I may have initially been a bit premature, but I did go back to driving, and I drive quite safely now. Even in Seattle traffic. (But fortunately, we don’t go there very often.)
I am still followed by the neurologists in Seattle, and I continue to do quite well. My personal assessment is that I continued to improve until 2019, when I seemed hit a plateau. A couple of years ago, I had an essentially normal MRI result, and my memory and cognition are no worse than anyone else I know my age. Within the last hour of preparing this post, I took an online cognitive test for a study at the University of California, San Francisco, and I’m sure that I did just fine. Not perfect, but just fine. About six months ago I took another cognitive test administered for a study at the Brain Wellness Center in Seattle. They weren’t allowed to tell me my exact results, but the results were assessed by the same neuropsychologist who spoke with me back when I was 66. He was at least allowed to tell me that I did just fine. So life is good.
After we published Beating the Dementia Monster, I met a number of people struggling with memory loss. I usually met them through a spouse who was concerned about them. As I met more and more people who were struggling, I began to appreciate how hard it is for many people to flip their lifestyle the way I did. While I’d lived a very sedentary lifestyle for many years, I wasn’t dealing with any other chronic diseases (yet), and I’d already put considerable effort into getting my weight under control. So I had a head start on getting my physical self in order. I have, however, come to appreciate how hard it can be for many others to replicate my experience, especially if they suffer from chronic diseases. And so, while I do try to encourage people in their 60s and 70s to live well, I’m just as eager to encourage younger people to pay attention to their diet and exercise.
I do hear from some of you from time to time, and I appreciate that. I’m hoping that there are many who see in me what they can do for themselves and are able to take control of actual or potential memory loss. But it can be hard.