Sound like a modified expletive?? Well, it’s one I’m using a lot lately, but it’s probably a little different from what you think. DIM is one of my newly-formulated coping acronyms.
Dim doesn’t usually have a positive connotation – taking a dim view for example is an idiom that indicates looking at a situation with disfavor, pessimism, or lack of enthusiasm. Or dim as the opposite of bright, such as dim-witted, DIM is also the abbreviation for diindolylmethane, a natural compound found in cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli and cabbage that is considered a health benefit. Who knew??
For today’s narrative, though, DIM is Does It Matter? I’ve used it daily many many times over the last few weeks as Doug and I navigate yet another phase of Alzheimer’s dementia. My sweet guy has always been the Type A get-things-done/knows-how-to-fix and do so many things well. In that regard, he has always reminded me a lot of my Daddy, who passed away several years ago. Doug and Daddy used to talk a lot about jobs they had done, projects, guy talk about “fixing things.” The “want to” has remained in Doug’s changing brain, but the “how to” is rapidly diminishing.. These two areas of brain function – memory and executive dysfunction ( the neurological term for progressive decline in high level cognitive planning, reasoning, multi-tasking and decision-making) are managed in the frontal lobe of the brain. I just call them remembering and processing… it’s much easier. And sadly, Doug’s frontal lobe has definitely taken on a “mind of its own!”
It’s really important that Doug feels purposeful, especially given his “save the world” mentality. In that purposefulness, however, is a lot of neuro-misguidance. Emptying the dishwasher, putting food away, feeding our dog Maya, working in the yard, taking out the trash – tasks like these result in all sorts of strangely misplaced or mismanaged outcomes. I’ve found carrots in the silverware drawer, his wallet in the fridge, his phone wrapped up in a plastic bucket with a lid on it, dishes everywhere except where we usually keep them. Finding everyday items (keys, glasses, wallet, phone) takes up a good part of the day, and even though Doug’s driving is extremely limited now, he obsesses about needing his “stuff,” including keys close by. Blue-tooth trackers are immensely helpful, but it still takes time to track things, especially if they’ve been left in the garage or the yard. This is where I come to my “expletive”… Does It Matter?
Does It Matter where the dishes are, or that his wallet is cooling off in the fridge? Does it matter that the clothes have been washed twice or not at all before they’ve been put in the dryer? That the recycling and trash are frequently mixed? Does it matter that we spend a lot of time looking for things, or that the remote control has been put in a bathroom drawer after all the buttons have been pushed indiscriminately? (That one did kind of push my buttons!!) The short answer is no. The longer answer involves some spiritual processing on my part. The need for discernment, release, self control, actively loving, wisdom in responding, faith in the omni-presence of Spirit, the power of understanding what Doug is experiencing within and compassion for his frustration (and mine!) is a very real, minute to minute intentional choice.
Those spiritual practices bring me to this: as long as we are safe and comfortable in the abundant blessings we enjoy, we are together and awash in the love of family and friends, nothing else really matters. The practice, then, of gently reminding myself to find peace and joy within that framework of DIM DIM DIM becomes so beneficial to me, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I am life-savoring! I breathe in, I breathe out, I smile, I wrap my arms around my sweet guy, and I know the truth of what does matter. I am living it. Thank you, God!



