Dad is 92 today. He doesn't know it (he thinks he is over a 100 now). I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who *I* am most times. I sent him a hand made card. And a letter. About all I can do these days.
He moved in with me 2 years ago. I was able to take care of him for a year. It was good in some ways, not so good in others, but I did what I could. It was the first time I took care of another person in that way.
I got used to making traditional meals (separate meats and standard vegetables every day precisely at 6 pm and sandwiches at Noon). Going to bed at traditional times. Watching traditional TV. We watched more of his favorite old 1960's TV shows than I knew were available. And he complained about THOSE!
It was horrible... But it was only a year. Still, it was a loooooong year. I'm glad I did it. Its the kind of thing you only have to do once (and should) and once is enough. I wouldn't want to do it again though. I hope you understand.
Dad was not too bad at first, but fell apart fast. The first month, he could walk around the yard looking at the flowers and the garden. The last month, he saw "things" in the yard and people wandering around in it and he wasn't sure where he was. I know that, sometimes, he wasn't sure who *I* was.
Today he is being cared for by professionals who guide him to his meals, get him in front of a TV, change his 'depends' and probably do more things for him than I want to know about.
Happy Birthday Dad, where ever you think you are and whatever you can remember... I hope you think that Mom is in the next room and you will be talking to her soon. I can only hope you have some good memory of the day...
Showing posts with label Assisted Living Facility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Assisted Living Facility. Show all posts
Friday, April 25, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Dad Update
I've been asked how my Dad is doing. He is not real happy, but there isn't much I can do about it. He lost the ability to take care of himself about 2 years ago when he turned 90. Some of you may remember that I had to fly down from MD to FL to retrieve him from a rehab hospital where he had been held for a month due to doctor-judged incapacity.
I and my brother got him up to my house where I took care of him for a year as he gradually became less able to manage daily affairs even with my help. Last April, my sister found a good assisted-living facility near her where she and my brother and assorted nieces could visit him regularly.
We got him to sell the FL house Fall of 2012 and 2 condo investments he had in NH this past January. They were decent investments, but he kept saying he should move to one of them, so we had to get them out of his thoughts. He doesn't recall either of those places anymore, so that is something less for him to worry about.
Dad gets regular visits from local family. I hate to drive, so I mostly write letters every few weeks telling him things I am doing. He likes to read about "accomplishments", as he was a very dedicated D-I-Y type himself (more than I will ever be).
I get the impression that he his generally happy except after family visits. I know that sounds a bit of a contradiction from above, but it's timing. Left alone, he is generally OK, mostly complaining he doesn't get to watch all the Fox News political talk and Golf he wants. Well, that's because there are more ladies there and they like to watch Soaps and Shopping Channel shows and they outnumber him.
We tried a TV in his room, but he can't manage the channels and mostly forgot it was even there. So he sits quietly and watches whatever is on. There are scheduled activities, but Dad was always bored by arts and crafts and socializing, so he retreats to his room.
I feel sad about it all. He wishes his body would just give up and stop. He's in better physical health than mental health. Physically, he could live to a 100. He can sometimes express a fear that he will start living physically without any self-awareness. I understand that. He can't do anything about it (personal decision). By which I mean that *I* hope I can just crawl out on the deck some cold Winter's night and end it all when I think the time has come for ME. But he doesnt think that way.
He isn't religious in the organized sense, but he does have a residual idea that deliberately ending his own life is somehow "wrong". I don't agree, but I have been very careful not to say anything about that. I don't want to influence him in any way. He is confused enough about his life as it is. I am not wise enough to give him advice about his last years, and he wouldn't pay any attention to my advice if I gave it to him (I'm just a "child" after all, so what could *I* know).
So I write letters to him that I suspect are barely read and little understood. I avoid anything complex and (back to the top) about DIY things he might still understand in general and that might give him the reminder that I am DOING THINGS, hoping he likes that.
*sigh*
I and my brother got him up to my house where I took care of him for a year as he gradually became less able to manage daily affairs even with my help. Last April, my sister found a good assisted-living facility near her where she and my brother and assorted nieces could visit him regularly.
We got him to sell the FL house Fall of 2012 and 2 condo investments he had in NH this past January. They were decent investments, but he kept saying he should move to one of them, so we had to get them out of his thoughts. He doesn't recall either of those places anymore, so that is something less for him to worry about.
Dad gets regular visits from local family. I hate to drive, so I mostly write letters every few weeks telling him things I am doing. He likes to read about "accomplishments", as he was a very dedicated D-I-Y type himself (more than I will ever be).
I get the impression that he his generally happy except after family visits. I know that sounds a bit of a contradiction from above, but it's timing. Left alone, he is generally OK, mostly complaining he doesn't get to watch all the Fox News political talk and Golf he wants. Well, that's because there are more ladies there and they like to watch Soaps and Shopping Channel shows and they outnumber him.
We tried a TV in his room, but he can't manage the channels and mostly forgot it was even there. So he sits quietly and watches whatever is on. There are scheduled activities, but Dad was always bored by arts and crafts and socializing, so he retreats to his room.
I feel sad about it all. He wishes his body would just give up and stop. He's in better physical health than mental health. Physically, he could live to a 100. He can sometimes express a fear that he will start living physically without any self-awareness. I understand that. He can't do anything about it (personal decision). By which I mean that *I* hope I can just crawl out on the deck some cold Winter's night and end it all when I think the time has come for ME. But he doesnt think that way.
He isn't religious in the organized sense, but he does have a residual idea that deliberately ending his own life is somehow "wrong". I don't agree, but I have been very careful not to say anything about that. I don't want to influence him in any way. He is confused enough about his life as it is. I am not wise enough to give him advice about his last years, and he wouldn't pay any attention to my advice if I gave it to him (I'm just a "child" after all, so what could *I* know).
So I write letters to him that I suspect are barely read and little understood. I avoid anything complex and (back to the top) about DIY things he might still understand in general and that might give him the reminder that I am DOING THINGS, hoping he likes that.
*sigh*
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
A Place For Dad
Well, I got word today that the assisted living facility (ALF) will have a room for Dad April 18th. I don't plan to think of "why" so suddenly; sad things happen.
I'm suddenly busy with making plans for next week. And Dr appointments... I'm glad I got Dad to a dentist this week; one thing out of the way. And I got Dad to the eye Dr today; it turns out his cheap drugstore glasses are just fine for his needs and he has no other vision problems.
I need to get Dad to his geriatric internist Dr ASAP for the ALF medical evaluation and will call for an appointment tomorrow. They can usually arrange an appointment in 2-3 days, so that's OK.
The difficult plans are getting Dad, his personal stuff, and bed to the ALF (near the rest of the family and about 90 miles from here. I suggested 4 plans to my sister and am waiting for her thoughts on them. All plans involve a family member driving down here and only one doesn't involve me driving up there. I hope she likes the one where I don't do any driving. LOL!
It is all a bit more sudden than I expected. But if it all works out, I will sure be relieved. I know that doesn't sound very kind, but I'm a bit worn out. Even Dad says he feels bad about how much work I do to take care of him.
I won't say I'm "happy" to do it all, but I'm "willing". I'm sure you understand the difference.
When I retired from office work in 2006, I came home and told the cats "I'm here, forever, and I'm yours". I felt complete freedom to just live "my way".
When Dad leaves here in bout a week, I will feel much the same way. It's been a hard year, and it was an important experience in my life. I would have gladly skipped the experience, but I'm sure you know what I mean.
I'm going to speak some truth here. I won't miss his daily presence. He has been a demanding "guest" for 11 months. I was perfectly happy with him living down in FL, and I will be perfectly happy with him living in the ALF for the rest of his days. I don't have to see my family every day in order to love and care about them.
If Dad had been 10 years younger when he moved in with me, things would have been different. We could have talked, shared some experiences, etc. But that was not the case (and he wouldn't have moved in with me 10 years ago). Every time for the past 4 months, I have regretted each conversation beyond "its dinnertime, go to the table". His mental confusion has driven me nearly crazy. Any accidental reference I made for months has caused a long, confused explanation that left me mentally exhausted. It's not his fault, it's mine. I should have learned what to talk to Dad about. Meals, weather, golf channel, etc. I talk too much when someone else is around.
But the move is about set. I could make a joke about "the long national nightmare is over" (Ford about Nixon), but that's not really true. I know how frustrated Dad is about is inabilities. I know how angry he feels at himself when he can't find words (and I try to comfort him about that). I know how frustrated he is when he can't walk easily. I have learned how much he struggles to maintain his personal life and do what he needs to do on his own.
When I watch Dad, I see my own future. I understand that a day will come in a future decade when I am in his shoes. While I have a vague plan to "check out" just before I get to Dad's condition, I also realize I might not remember those plans at the right time. Life is complicated and death is more complicated.
I will miss Dad, in a way. This has been an intensely "togetherness" year. But I will be gladder to get my life back. And it will start in about a week. I'm not doing cartwheels though the yard, but I will be relieved.
I'm suddenly busy with making plans for next week. And Dr appointments... I'm glad I got Dad to a dentist this week; one thing out of the way. And I got Dad to the eye Dr today; it turns out his cheap drugstore glasses are just fine for his needs and he has no other vision problems.
I need to get Dad to his geriatric internist Dr ASAP for the ALF medical evaluation and will call for an appointment tomorrow. They can usually arrange an appointment in 2-3 days, so that's OK.
The difficult plans are getting Dad, his personal stuff, and bed to the ALF (near the rest of the family and about 90 miles from here. I suggested 4 plans to my sister and am waiting for her thoughts on them. All plans involve a family member driving down here and only one doesn't involve me driving up there. I hope she likes the one where I don't do any driving. LOL!
It is all a bit more sudden than I expected. But if it all works out, I will sure be relieved. I know that doesn't sound very kind, but I'm a bit worn out. Even Dad says he feels bad about how much work I do to take care of him.
I won't say I'm "happy" to do it all, but I'm "willing". I'm sure you understand the difference.
When I retired from office work in 2006, I came home and told the cats "I'm here, forever, and I'm yours". I felt complete freedom to just live "my way".
When Dad leaves here in bout a week, I will feel much the same way. It's been a hard year, and it was an important experience in my life. I would have gladly skipped the experience, but I'm sure you know what I mean.
I'm going to speak some truth here. I won't miss his daily presence. He has been a demanding "guest" for 11 months. I was perfectly happy with him living down in FL, and I will be perfectly happy with him living in the ALF for the rest of his days. I don't have to see my family every day in order to love and care about them.
If Dad had been 10 years younger when he moved in with me, things would have been different. We could have talked, shared some experiences, etc. But that was not the case (and he wouldn't have moved in with me 10 years ago). Every time for the past 4 months, I have regretted each conversation beyond "its dinnertime, go to the table". His mental confusion has driven me nearly crazy. Any accidental reference I made for months has caused a long, confused explanation that left me mentally exhausted. It's not his fault, it's mine. I should have learned what to talk to Dad about. Meals, weather, golf channel, etc. I talk too much when someone else is around.
But the move is about set. I could make a joke about "the long national nightmare is over" (Ford about Nixon), but that's not really true. I know how frustrated Dad is about is inabilities. I know how angry he feels at himself when he can't find words (and I try to comfort him about that). I know how frustrated he is when he can't walk easily. I have learned how much he struggles to maintain his personal life and do what he needs to do on his own.
When I watch Dad, I see my own future. I understand that a day will come in a future decade when I am in his shoes. While I have a vague plan to "check out" just before I get to Dad's condition, I also realize I might not remember those plans at the right time. Life is complicated and death is more complicated.
I will miss Dad, in a way. This has been an intensely "togetherness" year. But I will be gladder to get my life back. And it will start in about a week. I'm not doing cartwheels though the yard, but I will be relieved.
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