![]() Every time I’d have a cognitive hiccup-and I do a couple of dozen times a day-I’d think I was getting worse. I was so worried when I got my diagnosis. When I got my diagnosis, I had the good fortune to be in groups of a lot of people that had been covering the same ground as I was then-covering for years before me and I had learnt a lot from them. It has to do with memory, confusion and stuff that I was able to do routinely for my whole life and now I have to search for it when I’m looking to pull that up from my brain. It’ll come back to you, Butler says.īeing Patien t: Tell us what you mean by “disarming” an Alzheimer’s diagnosis? Butler advises others to engage with their local churches, hospitals and Alzheimer’s organizations and support groups. Talk to your peers and friends about your thoughts.But he reminds himself of the people that he strives to live up to: loved ones like his wife and friends. There are days when Butler is angry, frustrated and heartbroken. ![]() Butler’s key advice to those newly diagnosed? For those of you who don’t know the significance of the pearl, please see the link to the channel three interview.Being Patient spoke with Jim Butler, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s four years ago, about his efforts to “disarm” his diagnosis by rewiring his internal dialogue.īeing Patient spoke with Jim Butler, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s four years ago, about his efforts to “disarm” his diagnosis by rewiring his internal dialogue-and aiming to reduce stress, depression and anxiety along the way. Sure, someone could have dropped it during the event, but it seems highly unlikely given otherwise spotless floor. And I should mention we’d vacuumed the floor three times prior to guests arriving. This one was rose colored though, and not white. If you’ve read my earlier posts you may know what’s coming next. In the lobby, during the wine tasting that followed the parade, I glanced down and noticed a pearl, just like the ones my brother found when he stayed here a few weeks ago. In signature mysterious form, she sent us home with a significant token. The picture and the letters, together with the other great stories from the day, reaffirmed our decision to return to Tonopah and buy the Mizpah, and did so in a way that no external or financial validation ever could.Īfter all was said and done, the Mizpah had a total 15 of us for the weekend and she held up grandly. ![]() They were on a world tour following Harry’s silver mining success in Tonopah when Demme fell ill and passed away. She also had a letter Harry Ramsey wrote to Demme’s family following her death from small pox in Rome, 1907. It turned out the woman with the photo was the granddaughter of Demme’s best friend, and she had more than just the photo. She said, “Do you recognize this?” I’d never seen the photo, but at once I saw that it was of Harry Ramsey, my great uncle, and his first wife Demme. ![]() For my part, it was the fabulous woman who walked up to me on Main Street and flashed a wedding photograph from 1895. Later that evening at dinner, we each went around the table recounting highlights from the day. Some were of the Lady in Red, others of great meals and parties, still others about things I dare not put in writing. We met so many incredible people, all of whom had stories to tell about the Mizpah. He let me win, and I’ll never admit how I bribed him. The closest I came to heavy lifting-aside from hauling linens up and down the stairs Thursday night with Megan-was engaging Fred in a friendly arm wrestling match. ![]() Nothing proves the point better than watching a man load one ton of ore into a bin with in under a minute, using nothing but a shovel and a strong back. I wanted (the exceptionally well mannered) Dusty to come into the Mizpah lobby during the wine tasting but 350 enthusiastic guests with empty wine glasses beat him to it.Īfter the parade we watched the mucking event, and the driller event, and a bunch of other things I’d never heard of but came away with new appreciation for how physically demanding life was in the early 1900s. But by far the favorite of all the participants were Diamondback Dave and Dusty-a real live silver miner and his pack burro that carried the new Mizpah logo on his back for all to see. Participants from all over the county walked down Main Street with a palpable festive energy. A true testament to Tonopah, the Jim Butler Days parade was a bigger deal than we ever could have imagined. ![]()
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