The Fallen Leaf: A non-caregiver’s memorable journey through dementia
By Tarek Nakhla
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When Amir got the call that his uncle was having health troubles, he did not quite understand the role that he was supposed to assume. His uncle had been living by himself and had kept his personal life private for many years. Amir gradually learned that his journey with dementia was not going to be the same as others’ journeys. He had to become the guardian for his uncle, but he did not have to become the primary caregiver.
Inspired by true events, The Fallen Leaf is a story about a man who lost his connections with all his surroundings due to dementia. Although ageing is inevitable in every man’s life, we are often unprepared for dealing with the fact that we are becoming incapable of doing many of the things that we used to do. The Fallen Leaf is a story of one man’s journey through, not only aging, but ageing alone and with dementia. A journey that his nephew had witnessed just after it started until it ended.
Tarek Nakhla
Dr. Tarek Nakhla is an Egypt-born physician, who graduated from the faculty of medicine, Alexandria University, in Alexandria, Egypt. He received medical training in the United States, and is currently practicing in New Jersey. Tarek has authored poems in Arabic and English and co-authored scientific articles. The Fallen Leaf is his first novel.
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The Fallen Leaf - Tarek Nakhla
About the Author
Dr. Tarek Nakhla is an Egypt-born physician, who graduated from the faculty of medicine, Alexandria University, in Alexandria, Egypt. He received medical training in the United States, and is currently practicing in New Jersey. Tarek has authored poems in Arabic and English and co-authored scientific articles. The Fallen Leaf is his first novel.
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Nakhla, Tarek
The Fallen Leaf
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Acknowledgment
As I embarked on writing, a personal experience that lasted three years but left an everlasting impression on my life, I wondered how the reader would benefit from my experience.
In the beginning, I thought that a one-man’s experience with dementia may not seem unique. Still, as I was writing, I realized that this experience affected so many people and has the potential to help many who may encounter similar circumstances. I also realized how thankful I should be to all the people who played a role in this experience. I could not have been able to get through these three years without the support of.
My wife who stood by me and shared with me all the worries and the ups and downs of trying to arrange the care.
My two sons who helped with the care of my uncle, inspired illustrations for this book, helped with my uncle’s laundry and inspired me every day.
My uncle’s sister-in-law who experienced firsthand my uncle’s deterioration and saved him from trouble several times before he ended up in the hospital. I could not have been able to arrange the care for my uncle without her generous donation.
My cousins who shared with me the worries of how to arrange the care for my uncle.
The priests and the members of the Coptic Orthodox Church who visited and prayed for my uncle and arranged the funeral.
The professional staff that took care of my uncle; nursing/social workers/aides/nursing home staff/hospice workers/administrators etc.
A simple smile from a person who took care of my uncle made a big difference in how he behaved.
First and foremost, I am thankful to the Lord Who gave me this unique opportunity to witness the vulnerability of us, humans, and how we always need each other to survive.
Prelude
When an elderly person is stricken with dementia, a need arises for someone to be the caregiver for that person. An immediate family member, or members, would ideally assume that responsibility. Whether it is a wife, a husband, a father, a son, or a daughter, the primary caregiver usually has a good understanding of how the person’s life was before dementia. Living with dementia may not seem as bad to the inflicted person as it to the caregiver, who tries to provide them the help, support, and protection they need. The caregiver in that case naturally feels comfortable being the caregiver, taking charge of that person’s life, and not questioning how he/she got this authority.
When Amir got the call that his uncle, who had been living by himself, was having troubles, he did not quite understand what was expected of him. His uncle’s personal life had been a very private one for many years. Amir immediately learned that his journey with dementia was not going to be the same as others’ journeys. He had to become the guardian for his uncle, but he did not have to become the primary caregiver.
It seemed to Amir, who was fifty years old, that he was forced to adopt a child who was seventy-four. There were no adoption procedures, and there were no background checks to ensure that he would be able to take care of his sick uncle. He had to make major decisions for his uncle at a time when he was not interested or ready to do this. Before he was appointed by the court as the guardian, he was expected to make healthcare and financial decisions.
It took some investigation looking for a relative of his uncle, and when they were able to find Amir, they were not going to let him go without becoming the responsible person. Amir writhed trying to fathom what was expected of him, and what he would be expected to do to help his uncle; all that while unsure if his uncle was approving the invasion into his private life. He got used to a role that he called the non-caregiver
– someone who is not primarily responsible for the day-to-day care but is ultimately responsible for the person’s overall well-being. His role also included arranging all the financial needs. He preferred that term over being the guardian,
since he felt that he was not doing enough of guarding
over every aspect in his uncle’s life.
There is no cure for dementia yet, and all that is provided to the patients is support and help until their journey ends. As dementia progresses and becomes associated with other health problems, it is expected that the person’s life will be shortened by many complications. Amir’s non-caregiver
role, a journey of almost three years was filled with the thought of, how long can this go on for? He initially did not seek an answer to that question, nor did he ‘google’ it, since he came to realize that his journey with dementia would end when it was meant for it to end, and he just had to wait, and try to do his best.
Although the story of the Fallen Leaf was inspired by true events, the names, locations, and the events in the story were not all true, and any resemblance to real names or locations is by mere coincidence.
Chapter One
‘At the Bus Stop’
It was the beginning of fall, and the school year had already started. With it began the long five or ten minutes of waiting at the school bus stop, where Amir had to wait for his son. The shade from the fully leafed maple tree broke the still, hot weather in September. Amir had been living in the Northeast of the United States for more than twenty-seven years, and still couldn’t figure out the season’s weather, since every year seemed different. That September of the year 2013, the temperature was still warm compared to the last one. By nature, Amir generally didn’t mind the hot weather. When he mentioned this to friends at work, they always associated that to the fact that he was born in Egypt, where the weather was much warmer than in New Jersey. He usually let them to believe that this was true, although he did not entirely believe it. His mother, who passed away a few years before, loved the cold, and she could not stand a hot day in October, let alone July in Cairo. She was born in Cairo and moved to Alexandria when she got married to his father. The sea breeze of the Mediterranean in Alexandria was probably a factor in her acceptance of marrying someone from another city in the late 1950s.
Why was the bus late today? The school had mentioned that in the first few days of school, there would be some delays while the bus drivers and the students got used to the schedule, but it had already been about three weeks. Amir’s phone rang and it was Hoda, his wife. She was back at the house, which was down the hill from where he was standing, and he would not be able to see her even if she came out of the house. She was letting him know that the school sent an email saying that the buses would be late again. Since they did not mention how late they were going to be, he had to wait anyway.
Amir remembered one time when he was in elementary school. His school bus was stuck in traffic for some time, and his parents were so frustrated waiting for him, not knowing what was happening. Back then, there were no emails, cell phones, mass-texting, or even reliable landline phone connections. He could see his neighbor from across the street keeping an eye on his moves, watching if there was any hint that the bus was coming so she could come out to pick up her daughter. He decided to sit down on the short retaining wall in front of the house on the corner where the bus stop was. A branch of a tree was hanging over his head. Without noticing, Amir reached up to a green leaf and pulled it off its branch. Still not thinking, he started cutting the leaf into small pieces, and then threw them on the ground. Just then, he remembered a previous conversation that he’d had with his son earlier, close to the end of the school year.
Dad, why did some leaves fall when it’s not fall yet?
Don’t know, Mikey, I guess it just happens.
He remembered his son bending down and picking up a leaf. I’ll take this one, and it’s still green.
What are you going to do with it?
Amir asked.
I’ll protect it.
What does this mean?
I don’t know. I know I can’t keep it green for very long, but I’ll clean it and watch it dry out in my room.
Amir recalled that in his mind he thought it was going to be a long summer. Although he loved the summers, the thought that he and his wife had to try to entertain the kids made him always welcome the beginning of the next school year. Since his wife had not been working for the last few years, his job had been a little easier during the summers. She was coming up with ideas almost on a daily basis for them to pass the time. This was not an easy job because of the difference in age between Johnathan, his sixteen-year-old son; and Mikey, the six-year-old. The vacation time that Amir took was used for traveling. Their favorite place to go was the beach on the west coast of Florida. Now that the summer was over, he was especially welcoming the beginning of this school year. He needed some time to figure out what he had to do for his uncle Nasseem – his late mother’s brother, who lived by himself in Long Island, NY.
Uncle Nasseem Aziz’s problems had started earlier that year in May, just after he had landed at JFK Airport in New York. He was coming from his long trip from Cairo, Egypt. For Uncle Nasseem, this was supposed to be the same routine trip that he had gotten used to for the previous eight years. Ever since he retired, every November he would go to Egypt and spend five to six months there.
Amir was not sure exactly why his uncle was spending such a long time away and making these long trips at his age. Nasseem lived by himself in a subsidized one-bedroom apartment on Long Island, NY and managed to be independent. When he went to Egypt, he stayed in his old childhood house, which was a huge apartment in Cairo. As most apartments in Egypt, it did not have heat or air conditioning and was very hard to keep clean. His apartment on Long Island was in a quiet suburban area and it was near supermarkets and a shopping mall, all within a short driving distance.
In Cairo, the apartment that he stayed in, just like most of the cities in Egypt, was on a noisy and busy commercial street. In order for him to be able to get what he needed, he had to take a long cab ride through the very crowded streets of Cairo. There must have been something about going back to where he used to live as a child that made him not mind these long trips. Amir’s mother, who was the oldest of her siblings, grew up with her two brothers in that apartment in Cairo before she moved to Alexandria. Nasseem was her youngest brother and her other brother Karim lived in that apartment with Nasseem until Nasseem moved to the United States forty-something years before, leaving Karim in that apartment by himself. Karim eventually died, leaving the apartment empty, except for the times when Nasseem went. The three siblings had three other half siblings who all were deceased; one of them was Dr. Ibrahim Aziz who also lived on Long Island, NY before he passed away. After his sister and his brother died, Nasseem became the only living sibling. Nasseem and his late half-brother, Dr. Ibrahim Aziz, were the only ones among their siblings who immigrated to the United States.
Every year, Nasseem came back to NY to a car that would not run, having been idle for six months, and needed to re-activate his telephone and cable services. When Amir would ask him about who took care of his mail or who kept track of his bank account, making sure that his social security was deposited on time, he would not give him an answer; so Amir stopped asking. Living in NJ, Long Island, NY was three hours away with good traffic, and with Amir’s work and family commitment, he was not able to regularly visit his uncle ever since he moved to southern New Jersey.
That May of 2013, when Nasseem landed in NY, was different from previous years. Debbie,