Ah to be young again.
That's likely what my mom, 85 years old, is saying too. And my husband's mother,
86. Heck even my dad, he's 89.
Seeing your parents age is
beyond things like – they forget to pay a bill, you see they have less hair, and
their walk is slower. That was an earlier stage. One that likely most of us
just silently pass through, feeling things are pretty much the same.
What follows those almost
unnoticed changes might be dementia, falls that break something only to land a
parent in hospital stays where often there are more complications. Time moves
on when you all of a sudden realize things are different.
Yesterday my youngest
sister called me per usual with a weekly update of mom. Here's something like she
recalls the visits with me these days.
Sis
walks into mom's room. She brings her always-cheery attitude, fast paced walk
and contagious smile almost singing, "How's my mom today?"
Mom
is now able to push herself in her wheelchair; that was not the case these past
three months when besides not being able to walk at all, her arms started to
give out. So mom turns her chair around, smiles back at sis and asks, "Are
you here to take me back home today?"
Sis
says her heart always feels so heavy with that question. She answers as
positively as possible with, "Not today mom. I'm here to visit. Since the
weather is gorgeous, why don't I take you outside?"
Moms'
entire demeanor changes. She loses the smile not just on her face, but also in
her beautiful eyes and remarks back, "Ok but how come? How come I can't go
home?"
Less than two months ago
we made the excruciating decision to have mom live in a long term care
facility. With the dim diagnosis after the right hip replacement from a fall,
now she has both hips replaced, there was really no choice. Either find two
people who could be at mom's side 24/7 or complete the application for a long-term
care stay.
This passage of life has
got to be both one of the saddest. You can get depressed, anxious, even angry.
So many unpleasant emotions can flood your days.
If you have not arrived at
this life passage yet, thank God. Then ask that you are given enough
preparation time to know the enormity of the responsibility that lies ahead of
you. Ask for compassion and kindness as you travel this part of our journey.
Just how the heck do you fool yourself into
happiness as you see your mom or dad age?
Your aging parent who is
no longer mobile on their own and likely needs help with daily activities we
once took for granted, is now cared for 24/7 by people trained for this kind of
care.
You're scared but you
remind yourself, your parent is more frightened than you. Often they don't
remember the day or what they had just a couple of hours ago for a meal. That’s
the dementia.
We've likened our
situation to being in a hotel, although maybe not 5 star, our moms have their
room and board, all included. Like a mini-vacation for them. And you too since
you visit when your life, and your heart allow you to.
If you are lucky this time
can bring you closer to your siblings. I've been quite fortunate with this
outcome. My home is in another state, while my two sisters live within an hour
from mom's new place. When I visit now, we make sure we spend time with each
other too.
With a mom, and a
mother-in-law in long-term care, if you find yourself sharing the passage with
your spouse, while the conversations shift, they are more meaningful
conversations.
You may find yourself
regretting though, that you made more time for more conversations with your
parents. More walks in the park or in the neighborhood. More visits in general.
Keep your chin up because
this is more helpful in putting that pep in your step and cheer in your voice
and right now – that happiness IS something you can offer to your aging
parents.
It's for everyone's
benefit to find ways to fool yourself into happiness. We now know with
certainty the direction of this path.
If you have this situation, how do you fool
yourself?
We only recently lost my wife's father who spent the past ten years living with dementia. Or should I say we were living with dementia. When they reach the stage where they are so gone they are little more than babies it is tough for those who care for them.
ReplyDeleteAs much as it hurts, the blessing of having the loved one in a place where there is qualified people to take care of them is something to be thankful for.
Some of us get to either, or both, of the physical and mental decline where it truly is a decision of when to bring in the qualified people. I think, it's when you know you can no longer keep them safe. Thanks for your personal story.
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