Games

I was able to call Mom today and she answered the phone.  She sounded great to me.   We had a chat, so similar to what we used to do before she moved in, it was delightful.  She is having trouble making friends, but she is trying.  She is looking forward to having her new room which will be available in a couple of more weeks.  She told me about the ladies that could not play scrabble anymore who were mad at her for trying to help them.
She shared a conspiratorial giggle that J_ didn't remember how to make words but had all the good consonants.  Mom only had vowels.  Mom felt so superior because she still can play word games and enjoys being so smart.
We talked some more, about dinner and flu shots.  She reprimanded me on trying to do too much.  Just like before.  It was almost as if she were her old self!
I had not seen her nor spoken with her for over a week. I asked her if she had tried to call me while I was sick and I had missed it.  She told me that she doesn't do those phone things. Phones don't work for her.  She could not figure out how to make these "new ones" work. She could not remember what  or how many days I had been gone. She confused me with my sister trying to figure it out.

There are no numbers. Just words. No calendar. No clock. Just "then" and "you know".

I remembered why she moved in.

It will be ok.  I can do this.  She can do this. We will survive. Now to become grateful.

Amen.

Time

....................waiting to begin again even beautiful days are long.

Spinning Flowers

I recently participated in the Walk to End Alzhiemer's here in my community.  It was a very powerful and empowering experience.  It was humbling as well.  At one point we all held up our spinning flowers and an army of yellow(caregivers), orange (advocates), blue (folks with Alzhiemer's) and purple( folks bereaved by Alzhiemer's)  pinwheels filled the field.  We deposited our flowers into the hands of volunteers as we took off to march and when we returned we walked through a human made constantly moving "Memory Garden" of pinwheel flowers. Awesome.
When the walk was over most people retrieved their flowers, myself among them.  I was going to give it to mom, but as we now know, she didn't come home the next day as planned.  I put the flower in the ground by the patio.  Now as I sit, slowly regaining my strength from the flu, I watch that dynamic symbol of care giving.  Sometimes it spins furiously.  Sometimes it is still. Sometimes it suddenly changes direction.  When it spins really fast it looks like it is standing still.

That is as much as I can do , right now.  Observe, respond to the wind as it blows, and try not to get too dizzy.  Rest when I can.  Like the pinwheel, I am not now, nor ever was, in charge.


Amen, Amen and Amen

Perspective

One week ago mom came home to sleep over. She missed her cat and me.  She was so excited to get to cuddle with her cat, to spend a day with me, and to buy a bigger bed for her "new apartment".  She came home having lost some mobility. She was using a cane when I left her for respite but rolled out of the twin bed that comes with the respite room and bruised her behind apparently the day after she got there.  She uses a walker now most of the time but was beginning to use her cane again.  When she walks with the walker she looks a decade older.  She seems defeated. When she takes her cane in hand she swells with pride and is straight and power filled again.

I found her subdued, too compliant and quite sad.  I was sad too.  What made me crazy before; the 3 hour breakfast ritual, the feeding of my pets with constant people food goodies, the criticism of my cleaning and cooking skills, even the constant sighing and groaning, didn't bother me because I knew they were temporary.  I also knew that without her my world had become very empty.  I knew I really had missed her.  It was a good 24 hours but we were both exhausted when it was over.

I cried myself to sleep that night and woke with a nagging headache.

My sister took mom the next day as I stumbled through a difficult busy Sunday. Clergy workday! I made my appointments but was late.  I lost track of things and time.  My concentration evaporated in business. My sister sent pictures of the stuff they were buying for the apartment and questions about the bill for the facility by text and I could not face it.  I was hardly home by the time my sister called me to discuss her texts. My head was really beginning to hurt.

I was teary. Lonely. Tired. Defeated.
And my head hurt!

The next day, Indigenous Peoples Day/Columbus Day/Time and a Half for Work  Day,  I went to work, feeling odd and still holding the headache.  I was going to go mom's after work and help her get her room settled. Did not happen.  By 11A.M. I was back in the car on my way home with the worst headache of my life, too sick to work.


I got the flu.  I was so sick I could not get to the bathroom without help.  I could not move without pain.  I could not eat or even keep track of when I took the Advil to lower my temperature.  I needed a caregiver as I lost my ability to take care of me.

During my flu I used mom's tray, her cups with lids, her cuddly cat for warmth and her wisdom (when I could remember it) to write down what I could not remember and to ask for help. I got a one week glimpse into how helpless she felt living on the second floor when the stairs were unmanageable.  I felt some of the loneliness she felt when no one could come see me and I was too tired to or achy to use a phone or computer.  I felt a taste of her claustrophobia when I could not drive myself to the Dr. and had to ask my neighbor to drive me.  I felt a bit of the betrayal she feels from my brother when I needed my husband and he kept leaving to go to work, letting my unemployed neighbor come by and make sure I had soup and drink.

I am finally feeling a bit like a human.  I am only quarantined a couple of more days and I can finally handle food and the stairs again. (Tamiflu works!) Tonight, as I was coming back upstairs after being with my husband watching TV, I went to gather the tissues I had let fall when I was sicker and found my mother's cane!  She had propped it in the window, behind the chair when she had decided to take her walker on our shopping trip.  Together, in our tired and transitioning state, we had forgotten it and didn't notice.

My husband has been to check on mom three times since I last saw her.  She never asked about her cane.  I put her cane in a pile of things for him to take to her in the morning.  I cannot go yet.  I miss her.  I don't want to lose her.  I want her to keep trying to stand and walk tall.  It is depressing and defeating to be forced into helplessness.

I miss my mother.  I am grateful, in a very sick way, that I got this taste in a small way of what it was like to be her in our house.  It is helping me embrace her being with other elders in "the home." I cannot wait to see her Tuesday, when I am no longer contagious.

Grimelda, thanks for the worst headache of my life, four days of intense weakness and pain, sleepless nights and an overworked husband.  Thanks for gastric distress, high fever, a foggy brain and forced isolation.  Thank you also for good friends, excellent medicine, health insurance and Tamiflu.  I needed that.

Amen Amen and Amen.

And so it goes

Mom has decided she wants to stay at the facility where she went for respite.  I miss her.  The cat misses her.  She misses us. My sister is relieved. When does this start feeling like a good thing?

I'm listening.  Any time now.  When?

mom moves to a facility for 18 days

I am throwing in the towel.  I surrender.  Done. We will be back after I catch my breath..

Implementing Plan B then C then D then E then...

In an effort to survive this experience, to enable my sister to help as she can, to enrich my mothers tarnished golden years and not go bankrupt, I have been exploring every possible avenue of assistance I can find.  I have been reaching out, asking for help since this began.

When I first realized this living arrangement was coming at me like a runaway truck, I started laying the groundwork for aid. The Alzheimer's Caregivers Support Group has been there with a listening compassionate ear, excellent resources for help and invaluable education. The hot line got me through more than a couple of bad days. This free lifeline has never failed me. Alz Hot Line

In spite of all our research, we could not be prepared for what lay ahead.  This Odyssey has rivaled Ulysses.

Plan A: Mom would live at my house half the time and my sister would take her the other half.  Her animals would live with me and her furniture and "stuff" would be split between the two homes.

FAIL 

My sister realized before the truck was packed she could not do it.  Her own family was already impacted by her husband's emerging memory issues and the very thought of adding one more thing overwhelmed her.

Plan B:  My daughter, a year out of college and working at a nursing home, would continue to live with us, help with mom and all the critters and stuff was sent to my house.  Mom would go to the senior center sometimes, would take care of her self during the day and I would be there to to be back-up.  My husband would continue on as if nothing had changed but our privacy.

FAIL

Before mom had been here two weeks my daughter packed up and moved in with her boyfriend, 45 minutes north, changing her support to three nights a week.  Mom would not even go into our local senior center because it was in an industrial building, tried the senior center in the neighboring suburb a couple of afternoons over about four weeks, and quit because the people were "mean".  

Plan C: Mom irrationally hated the senior minister at my church (where I am one of the ministers myself) and could not keep her mouth shut about it.  I could not take mom to church with me.
At first it was asking for my sister to physically take mom for Sundays so I could work.  She agreed to take mom one Sunday when I was scheduled to be in the pulpit and needed help. That day she decided to take mom to a different local church. Mom loved the church, which met at the same time my church was also meeting and for the first time since moving in mom had friends. My sister agreed to come down and take her to church every week.

Partial Fail

She tried and for the first 18 months she took mom to church a total of three times. She could not keep that commitment and a member of mom's church has been picking her up and taking her to church each Sunday since.

Plan C2:  Then I asked for in home help so I could continue to work during the week. Mom was not eating and needed someone home for meals and she really wanted someone to do her laundry besides me.  I hired first a couple of individuals, both of whom quit after a few weeks, and then an agency to help mom at home.  Through the agency we had several good and several not so good women come in and help.  We started with just a few hours a week on a couple of days and as mom's health and cognition deteriorated we upped the caregiver hours.  I in turn upped my hours working at the hospital where I could actually make some money to help pay for all this.

Eventual Fail

Why? Caregivers were making more than I was. BUT MOSTLY SNOW.  Our caregivers consistently were "no show" in bad weather. As a result,  I would not be able to get to work and being trapped in the house with mom was driving me crazy.



Plan D:   Once more, a change of plans.  We found a Private Pay Daycare mom was willing to go to. They were open early and late enough that I thought the hours were doable. People there were kind and caring. It was looking good. Mom was less bored. They were always there, even in bad weather. We did a mix of at home with private pay part time caregivers and two days a week at daycare. This was working pretty well for the rest of the academic year.  By summer, things continued to deteriorate. All of the beloved and reliable caregivers eventually left because they could not make a living wage working part time. They were not easily replaced.

Fail

Mom quit being cooperative.  She was getting too tired and there were no higher functioning demented people at the DayCare so she was declining. Her Caregivers were constantly changing which she found disorienting. And she ran out of money. 

Plan E:  Mom graduated to Medicaid and now our sources for help changed. The agency I had been using and the daycare facility mom had been going to were private pay only.  We switched to new agencies and sites so that her depleted funds would go further. With that change came many more... New caregivers, new layers of care (a nurse and case manager added to the mix).  And then a second layer..another case manager and another nurse.  Now the last of my private pay "hold out" caregivers joined the exodus.  With the government footing the bill their take home pay was cut for the same amount of work.  We experience lots of loss and more chaos, and ultimately, less help. With all these people I feel more alone than ever.  Everybody is trying, they all love my mom, BUT...now I have only 10 hours of in the home care a week, (We had built up to 30 hours) That is all that the insurance will pay for and the rest, if we want it, must come out of our own pockets.

FAILED AGAIN   

Plan E killed my ability to work outside the home.  I began to get more and more isolated in the ever changing crowd of caregivers,nurses, caseworkers, social workers and salespeople seeking to sell me a better deal.

DEPRESSION ULTIMATE FAIL!

Whenever I finally fall apart, the person who always promises but consistently makes things worse comes back.
Super sister to the rescue: She joined me to tour one of the ten assisted living places I viewed, and when my assigned caregiver didn't show up when I had a final appointment scheduled, she went on the appointment instead of me.  I saw four with one of my friends, one with my sister, one with my husband.  I made all the appointments. I spoke with and interviewed seven more that I chose not to tour. I regularly network with several "helping" organizations and their assigned rep.  I have not left the house except to seek a place to settle mom since the end of July. I have had five days not taken up helping mom all summer.  Three of those were entertaining my in laws and one more was helping my daughter pack for still another move, even farther away.  There are currently 19 post-it notes of people I need to speak with before the weekend glued to my coffee table.

AUGHHH! so next?

NEW PLAN:   Plan A+  Mom lives here with her animals and her stuff.  The ten hours of help from the government continues to come (when they show up) to help her bathe and light housekeeping. She goes to Medicaid funded Daycare twenty minutes away four days.  I give up the ability to work full time, ever.  On the weekend she goes to live at my sisters house so I can work Sundays.  Mom loses her church.  My sister loses her free weekends.  I lose my mind.  And we still have to pay out of pocket for any extras.  It is a sad state of affairs.

Assisted Living will cost us upwards of $5000 a month.  A Nursing home is free to us but costs the government $20,000 a month.  Once a person is on Medicaid and you cannot pay your way you have no choices left.

Please Grimelda, help my sister to stick to the plan this time.  Help mom and me to adjust.  Again.
I need more trees and less sand.  I need more flowers and less compost.

I just want to go sit with dying people and their grieving families again.  This care-giving is just too hard today.

Amen, Amen, Amen