My mother is 88 and living on her own. It seems to me that she has aged rapidly in the past year. All she seems to want from me during this aging and deteriorating time is my accepting presence. I am witnessing her decline though and that is very distressing for me.
Although her health seems stable enough, she has now fallen a few times, bruising and scraping her arms and legs. I only learn about the falls way after they've happened. The fall before last was so bad that she injured her shoulders but wouldn't see a doctor until she had trouble sleeping. Recently her face was swollen on one side for a few days - she told me she didn't know why although recalled "bumping into a cupboard." She also seems to have some long-term congestion(months) issues so she sounds funny. These are just some of the issues that are apparent to me. In recent months she has looked bent-over and frailer and frailer.
I went with her when she saw her doctor the last time but I'm convinced she's not getting good care. I don't think the doctor "likes" her as she seems impatient with mom during the visit and doesn't spend any time on the whole picture that is mom right now. When I suggested to my mom that she try another doctor, someone who could evaluate all of her issues and help improve mom's quality of life, she refused. None of my business, she implied.
So. I talk to her via email every day and I visit her for a walk once a week. She tells me about her aches and pains occasionally, sometimes regularly. (Yikes! Swollen face? You should see your doctor.) She ignores my suggestion, just doesn't even respond.
So. I'm thinking that she doesn't want my advice, and I understand this is often true of caregiving children and their parents. But, and here's the reason I write, it's very hard for me to show up for our weekly walk and see her suffering. She seems frailer and frailer. I now have to force myself to go and be cheerful and act like everything is okay because it is all her choice, isn't it? This is the way she wants to do this.
I'm sure others have been in this place although I couldn't find anyone talking about this grieving when I scrolled through past questions. And maybe there is no good answer. This is just what I must do.
Anyway, I thought I'd ask and maybe someone has something to say that would make this somehow more bearable.
Thank you.
My husband says that we'll just have to wait until there is a bad fall or accident or something that lands her in the hospital. Then we'll know what to do next.
Carol
" I want ____to know that I care, to thank me to hug me to reassure me that everything will be alright. I want things to be the way they were"
Acknowledging my feelings by writing them down kind of makes it real; both what it's like now and how I want things to be. In a way, I'm honoring my desires, feelings, my needs in that moment.
Support: it can become my prayer , nothing formal or fancy... Sometimes more like the crying out at/God the Job did in the bible; sometimes I see out a friend I can rely on... asking her to just listen ( kind of like your mother does with you). Or writing this group; seeing a counselor or joining a caregiver support group; all of which have been of support to me...reminding me that I'm not alone.
Acceptance: this is hard for me! If I'm wacky with worry or getting angry it's usually because I'm not in control of what's happening with my husband or I'm mad at myself for not being stronger or in better balence or what ever. I literally have to tell myself ( many times and even sometimes out loud) ... " I'm doing the very best I can." By saying this, I'm forgiving myself for not being the perfect wife...or my self pity.
I went on and on here. I hope this helps. (Honestly... it was helpful to me!) blessings Elle
Some things are meant to be. They’re bigger than us. Bigger than coincidence.
And the only way you can explain them is…
God.
We are here because God wants us here. I know that. We all do.
I think I've cried more tears over what is happening right now than all of us put together.
I've always been very strong...
but not this time.
It's very sad to see my mom, who is almost 90 years old, and was living on her own until this happened. I am witnessing her decline more and more every day. I just don't have the strength to see her in bed all the time now...tired all the time and suffering. I've never seen her like this before.
She has now fallen more than 5 times since all this started in December, bruising and scraping her arms and legs. (She admitted she has no idea why she fell). Her Pacemaker had to be reprogrammed. She doesn't laugh and joke like she did before. Mom... I miss your joy and happiness.
The fall before last was so bad that she fractured her shoulder (humerus) but could not undergo surgery because of her weak condition so she has been living with a lot of pain since her fall.
I can see that she is fading away...
I don’t say those words lightly. As a matter-of-fact, I haven’t said them at all. She looks frailer and frailer. I'm grieving over the Mom I had, that I'm losing. The slow decline you expect, the sudden one you never see coming.
Her legs and face have been swollen these past two weeks. And her blood pressure seems to be very high some days but will drop after taking her medication.
I'm trying to keep her company as much as I can and take her to her doctors' appointments...
I want her to have a good quality life... I'm just going to keep her in the best shape for as long as I can so that she can remain as independent as possible (which she wants).
I came upon this prayer someone wrote for her Mom...
And now I pray this for my Mom as well:
My dear sweet heavenly father I come to you today,
with faith and hope I ask, send an angel Mama's way.
I know her time is near and soon you'll take her home,
to stroll across the streets of gold where other angels roam.
It's hard to watch her suffer and slowly fade away,
help me God to understand, give me strength I pray.
She means so much to all of us, forgive me for my fears,
life will never be the same without her presence here.
My mother is my angel, she taught me how to love,
and told me about you lord and heaven up above.
When she crosses over and steps into the light,
tell her that I love her and when the time is right.
Meet me at the pearly gates where every thing's brand new,
we'll walk across God's meadow lands where skies are always blue.
Somewhere beyond the sunset every now and then,
I pray she watches over me until we meet again.
I hope I haven't bored you but I needed to get these emotions out of my chest.
Thank you for listening to me...
kyoung
It takes just the right moment; something you can't really plan, but must be prepared to seize when it comes. A gentle moment when you may want to take her hand and tell her that you see things happening and would like her to know that you are there for her. Maybe then she will be open to hearing what you have to offer. Stay in touch.
After a fall ( which after coming up with some story on what happened, she finally admitted she had no idea why she fell), she had tests done that showed she had many mini-strokes. That's been a few years ago, and over that time, she's changed to relying constantly on a walker, she remembers most people & long term info ( short term not good) but will have a hard time if she goes out on a visit away from home ( the last visit here with us, she forgot that she had a house to go back to - she's not on her own, my Dad is still healthy enough to be her main caregiver for the moment). She's aware that she has a problem. Stress makes it worse, so we try to minimize that.
Grieving is a good term for it - it is like I'm grieving over the Mom I had, that I'm losing. Anyway, I know this isn't exactly what you're going through, but what's helped me is enjoying the good moments, not focusing on what she can't do, but what she can still do. I found the book, Creating Moments of Joy to be helpful also. Like crickett33 said, a sense of humor helps! Forums like these help - everyone has a lot of good advice.
Try to keep in mind that while it's hard for us to see this change, it's scary for them too and hard to accept that they need help.
Hope this helps - hugs!!
Forgetfulness? Falling? It doesn't sound as though she should be living alone.
My parents both had long slow declines. The pain of watching is awful. We do what we can. Sometimes that means changing their environments, but other times we simply must leave them live their lives as they choose. Unless they are cognitively impaired, I believe that they have a right to choose.
The idea of an alert of some type would be good if she'd wear it. That was the only concession my independent neighbor would make. I visited him daily (he was completely deaf so I couldn't call). He would have died if he'd been forced to give up his old home. Yes, his last fall was the end of him, or rather the move to a nursing home (an excellent one, by the way) was. He only lasted six weeks then. But he'd had a good 88 years. I wouldn't, as his primary caregiver, have tried to make him do anything other than what he did.
Keep visiting your mother. Know that your pain is normal and please keep us updated. We do, truly, know what you are feeling.
Carol
Thank you for writing.
I wasn't aware that new arteries could be grown. That's some good news though!
Whether you're second guessing the doctors or not, from what I read you're following a good course based on your own judgment. I've refused medications from doctors for both myself and my father - one reason I rarely go to doctors because unless I find a really good one with sense of balance on medications, the first thing some of them do is whip out their prescription pad.
I have read negative comments about niacin though; I don't recall offhand what the issue was but do recall that after reading the cautions I decided not to even try it. Red yeast rice has been effective for controlling cholesterol, but I've also read that there are side effects that need monitoring. And doctors I think generally prefer to prescribe statins even if they can be harmful.
Since you're so familiar with nonmedicine therapies, I'm wondering if you've tried any aromatherapy, music or art therapy for your mother's pain. Lavender and cinnamon are relaxing; the aroma of cinnamon in a cake or cookies is even more relaxing (as is thinking about all that good food!).
I used to get herbal heating pads with a mixture of spices and herbs. The aromas were just as therapeutic as the heat.
In SE Michigan, some hospitals have begun to hold mindfulness courses - training the mind with relaxation techniques. When my sister was dying, she found comfort from a Reiki practitioner.
Blackpine, the comments on aromatherapy may help you relax after a walk with your mother. And even though it's difficult to see her in decline, those walks aren't just therapeutic because of the weight-bearing effect on bone structure, they're therapeutic because you're outside in the natural environment. A Nature Deficit Disorder has been identified to describe problems arising basically from too little contact with nature.
Are there stairs? Throw rugs? Perhaps she needs grab bars in the shower, and a shower chair, if she's falling so frequently. i'd be a nervous cat, thinking that mom would be in the shower, risking a fall. i live with mom. No, showers aren't pleasant, but i'm having hers remodeled in 2 days, to make it safe for her to shower. She doesn't want to even sponge-bathe. She, too, is 88, and there's a very strong cognitive change in her thought processes: she's forgetful, ruminates, and is scheduled to have an evaluation of dementia vs alzheimer's soon. The change sneaks up, and by the time it is noticeable enough to tell someone else, it seems to really change fast. In Dec., a nurse wrote down that she 'ruminates': now, 7 months later, i'm answering the same question at least 10 times: then, she asks again an hour later. Why is it so hard for me to understand, that to her, it's the first time she's asked it, and she forgets she's asked it just a minute ago? The hard part is watching them lose interest in doing the things they used to love doing ~ even watering a plant. She, too, is 88 ~ but for a few years, she's told people she's in her 90s. But the year is 1973, and JFK is president.
i wish you faith, hope, strength and sense of humor [those imho, are golden nuggets of self-preservation!], to literally plop her into the car, and take her to lunch and then to the doctor, or doctor first and then lunch. Give the doctor's office a head's up - so they know what the situation is/your concerns are, which will enable them to gently yet effectively pursue the proper line of questioning, attitude, or exam. They will allow their scheduling to accommodate the type of exam ["extended"] to get to her history, etc. Perhaps her insurance company can even recommend a doctor specializing in geriatric medicine.
God bless ~ sending hugs, prayers and please let us know how you're doing. Namaste ~
To you and to Blannie: I was once advised by someone who had no legitimate right to feel he could give me advice. He told me I shouldn't "drag" my father all around to doctors trying to take care of and/or heal everything as my father had lived a good life and I should just "let things be."
It's a good thing he told me this over the phone because the look on my face would have made it clear I felt his response was not only inappropriate, it was insensitive and stupid.
I don't recall what conditions your mothers had, but if either were in a terminal situation as diagnosed by one of their doctors, then I would think your speculation would be appropriate and it would be reasonable to stop heroic actions.
My dad lived to 92 and made a lot of choices I wouldn't have, but he lived life the way he wanted to and went out without pain and struggle. That's about the most any of us can hope for in this life! So celebrate the positives in your mom's life instead of focusing on the negatives of what you want for her. Look at what she wants for herself.
There may come a time when you need to be more aggressive about getting help for your mother so she isn't alone. Having said that, I'm still trying to do that for my father and he's 96.
You've touched on an issue that for me as yet doesn't have a good solution. It is painful to see someone deteriorating. It's easy to feel guilty for being healthy, but that's not a realistic or healthy attitude.
Sometimes I try to think of things that might be relaxing or cheerful, just kind of a "stroll in the park", with nothing on the agenda except just being together. I can usually keep my composure until I'm alone, then I let the tears flow if it helps to provide some emotional relief.
Perhaps the way to make these visits more positive is to remember that each walk is more time you can spend together, and be thankful for that. And enjoy each as if it might be the last. That's not intended to be maudlin, but just to live for the moment.