A story of love, loss and Lewy body dementia
BY Mary Lou Falcone
12th Feb 2024 Health Conditions
5 min read
In her new book I Didn't See It Coming, author and internationally known publicist Mary Lou Falcone pays tribute to her late husband, artist Nicky Zann, who died in 2020 from Lewy body dementia. Here, she talks about their marriage, Valentine's Day and a new heart
In her new book, I Didn't See It Coming, Mary Lou Falcone tells us all about her late husband's battle with Lewy body dementia and how she was his loving caregiver. It also tells of the older couple's experiences with marriage, love, loss and the often misunderstood disease.
The following passages are written from Mary
Lou’s perspective, and then Nicky’s perspective before he passed away.
Marriage, Valentine's Day, a new heart
Mary Lou
Marriage is a
wonderful institution, but it’s not for everyone. For years my mantra was: “We are together
because we choose to be. Why potentially
spoil it with a piece of paper?” That’s
precisely why I said “no” to Nicky’s many proposals of marriage over a
thirty-year period…and then, one fateful day, I needed to pop the marriage
question myself, and it was Nicky who said “yes.”
This is a love
story, focusing on three days in February, a grand trifecta destined to change
the course of our beautiful lives forever.
By this time,
Nicky and I have now been together for 34 years and, periodically, he asks me
to marry him. My answer is always the same, “Why change what is perfect?”
"'Doesn't everyone check their heart on Valentine's Day?' I quip, to make a heavy situation lighter"
And so, in early
February of 2017, it totally surprises him when I, seemingly out of the blue,
say, “Why don’t we get married!”
To which he
replies, “Why, after all these years, this sudden change of heart?”
My answer to him:
“We clearly are still very much in love; we are in our seventies and not
getting any younger. Why not?”
But the truth is—I am very worried about him
and have been for many months. What
specifically prompted my marriage proposal? During a recent cardiologist’s visit, an appointment was quickly made to
do an angiogram on Valentine’s Day. “Doesn’t everyone check their heart on this
day?” was my quip, just to make a heavy situation a bit lighter.
And so, on
February 13, after decades of everyone assuming we are married, we say our vows
at City Hall, and become man and wife. It’s simply a legality, but also a
blessing, given what’s to come.
The next day we
“newlyweds” spend Valentine’s Day at the hospital, hoping that the scheduled
angiogram is just a routine precaution, the worst outcome perhaps being a
stent. What is clear, as we sit together in the hospital waiting room holding
hands, is that we have never been more in love.
My concerns turn
out to be justified—oh, how I would have loved to be wrong! The angiogram
results are shocking. It’s the worst news possible: all four arteries are
clogged, blocked at 100, 99, 80 and 50 per cent. How Nicky was still running up
and down subway steps that very morning is a complete mystery. The doctors tell
us to go home and schedule an appointment for surgery.
Completely
shocked by the news and even more shocked at the suggestion of going home, I
quickly compose myself and calmly say: “I don’t think so. We are not going
anywhere. You have just given us disastrous news, so I think we will stay right
here until your top surgeon is summoned to review this report.”
The triple bypass
surgery is scheduled for the next morning.
How ironic that
Nicky, the man with the biggest heart in the world, turns out to be the one
with heart problems.
“What's happening to me?"
Nicky
I am so happy to
be here to tell the tale. Never did I dream that my heart would be a problem.
For months I was
feeling so tired, foggy, and occasionally confused. While ML and I are in
Vienna to usher in 2017, odd things are happening. I black out on New Year’s
Eve in the hotel lobby and pretend to have tripped as I quickly come to.
Then there’s the
night between Christmas and New Year’s Day when I get lost walking to meet ML
and friends at a nearby restaurant I know well. I am angry at ML for not
writing down the address, and I’ve left my phone in New York so I can’t call
her. After an hour of aimlessly wandering and still not finding the place,
instead of panicking, I just stand very still near St Stephen’s Cathedral,
hoping ML will get my vibe and come
looking for me.
"I get lost walking to meet ML and friends at a nearby restaurant I know well"
A similar miracle
happened once 25 years ago in Japan, when we magically found each other walking
down a secluded street. So maybe it can happen again. I can only imagine how
worried she must be. She does come looking for me, and we’re reunited. Lucky again. As we join our friends, now an
hour and a half late, which is so unlike me, my embarrassment subsides as they
are visibly relieved that I am all right.
From Vienna we
travel on to Paris, where one night I awake drenched in sweat, shivering, and
suffering from major indigestion. By morning, I am fine and think nothing of
it.
Later in January
2017, I am in my doctor’s office for my usual six-month physical and happen to
ask about the results of a test I had taken six months earlier—a calcium score
test. When I look at the doctor’s face turning white as a sheet, I know trouble
is brewing. The score is seriously off the charts, dangerously high, and he
neglected to flag it when he should have. Now wasting no time, he gets me to a
top cardiologist.
The cardiologist,
whom I immediately trust and like, gives me the bad news following an
angiogram: I need serious surgery, triple bypass surgery. This is the last
thing ML and I expected to hear.
Nicky underwent triple bypass surgery. Credit: Pfree2014
The surgery is
intense and long. I am following the bright, comforting white light, but
suddenly I stop my peaceful departure. No, I can’t do this. I can’t leave ML
now—after all, we’ve been married for only two days! I need to come back to her
for just a bit longer.
The hospital
recovery period is brutal, complete with wild, horrible hallucinations. I can’t
get a grip. Everyone chalks it up to the anesthesia, but honestly, the
hallucinations and fogginess never completely subside in the months that
follow. One very mean nurse thinks there is a major problem brewing, but
because she’s so abrasive, no one pays much attention to her warnings. I just
can’t wait to be home with my “new” wife, where I know I will be safe.
"The heart is now fixed, but the aftermath doesn't bring any clarity of thought or renewed energy "
The heart is now
fixed, but the aftermath doesn’t bring any clarity of thought or renewed energy
either. I keep thinking this will just take more time. Yet, I can’t help
wondering, “What’s happening to me?”
Mary Lou Falcone is an internationally known
classical music publicist/strategist and author of the memoir, called I
Didn’t See It Coming: Scenes of Love, Loss and Lewy Body Dementia (East End Press). More at www.maryloufalcone.com
Banner photo: T Leish
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