Amyloidsis and Depression - What Does the Diagnosis Mean?
As Dad had written, finding out that Mom had a postmortem
diagnosis of amyloidosis was a tremendous relief for him. It helped explain the
behavioral and cognitive changes he saw daily over the last several months. For
my sisters and me, this diagnosis introduced a new set of concerns.
Until last week, none of us had heard of amyloidosis. Once we
learned Mom had it, we all shifted into research mode. (This seems like a
common response for me following death; I had no control over whether or not
someone I love died, but I can have a sense of control by gaining knowledge.)
One of the most troubling discoveries we quickly made was the potential
hereditary component of the disease. Suddenly, we, as Mom’s children, wonder if
we are facing a middle-aged death from a disease that could rob us of our physical
and mental health.
In addition to questioning whether we carry the mutated gene
for this disease, I also wrestled with my understanding of Mom’s death. As far
as we know, Mom was unaware that there was an organic component to her
struggles. Without knowing there were structural changes, she felt like she was
losing her mind and was “broken.” Since she took her own life and did not die
as a direct result of the disease, was the amyloidosis or the depression more
to blame?
For the three weeks immediately following Mom’s death, many
people approached me with their condolences and frequently asked if Mom had
been sick. The story I told people went like this: Thank you, I’m sorry too. She actually killed herself. She had been
depressed for years and never recovered from Isabella’s death.
[Side note #1 – My filter seems to have disengaged when I
tell most people about Mom’s death. Even if people don’t ask about her cause of
death, I often feel an almost compulsive need to tack on the bit about “she
killed herself.”]
[Side note #2 – Dad keeps emphasizing that “she took her own
life” is a much gentler way of bringing up the manner of Mom’s death. However,
I usually cannot remember this phrasing on the fly. And most days it felt like
she killed herself, not that she simply took her own life.]
As much as possible, I was coming to terms with the fact that
my mom had had depression and this led to her death. With the new information,
I’ve had to reexamine my narrative about her passing.
While my thoughts are still convoluted and difficult to
articulate, currently, I am more convinced that she took her own life due to
the depression than due to the effects of the amyloidosis. It appears safe to assume
the amyloidosis impacted her brain’s ability to benefit from the prescribed medication
and the EMDR therapy. And although the depression was certainly worsened by the
amyloidosis, the protein buildup on its own seems unlikely to have caused her kill
herself.
In addition, an estimated 50-60 percent of people who kill
themselves also have a diagnosis of major depression. For Mom’s age group, it
is the eighth leading cause of death. Particularly in the month before she
died, she had many of the warning signs for those with depression contemplating
suicide.
One of the mentioned triggers is a “life crisis or trauma.” The
death of her first grandchild would certainly count as a life crisis and
trauma. My prior narrative included Isabella’s death when explaining Mom’s; was
this no longer true since she also had amyloidosis?
These disjointed thoughts would again shift if we discovered
that she had visited a neurologist and never told anyone. If she had known her
brain demonstrated physiological changes and had received a diagnosis of an incurable
and fatal disease, I would have almost expected her to take her own life, especially
since she was miserable.
I don’t have answers. I don’t know if I need to have tidy answers that I can wrap up with a bow. Regardless
of the interaction between diseases, Mom is dead. By her own hand. Although I
seek to find control in answers, I have seen over and over again this year that
any illusion I have of control is just that – false. I know who is in control
of my life and I pray I can learn how to walk in the dimly seen present while
trusting that God is who he says he is – good, sovereign, and trustworthy. (Even
in my conclusion, I’m seeking to wrap up elements of my life in a package I can
comprehend.)
Comments
Just back from a week in Utah and catching up. You echo many of my own thoughts and questions about the balance between depression and physical/mental deterioration due to amyloidosis in terms of their roles in your mom'a ending of her life. I know that we most probably can't find definitive answers to this conundrum, but regarding seeing a neurologist, when I discussed it with her, her resistance took the form of not wanting to go because she said that she feared finding out that there was something wrong with her that was untreatable. I think she was thinking of early onset Alzheimer's. So we do know that that (an untreatable disease that resulted in mental deterioration) was something she couldn't bear to think about (understandably) and that she dreaded the getting information that would have demonstrated that what she was experiencing was progressive and outside of her control to fix (understandably). Perhaps, even without a diagnosis, on some level she had come to believe that these were the case. I had walked with her through times of depression before, but this time obviously was different. Whether from a worsening of depression itself or from that intuition that there was something wrong with her that went beyond that-- I have no definitive answers either--but it doesn't mean I'll stop thinking about it.