Hi AC Forum,
I feel like I run the gamut of emotions on a weekly basis. I think that is a difficult side of this caregiving. Not being able to fully satisfy - or not being able to satisfy for what should be a normnal period of time. And on the same token know that each day you go down this path you just running to the finish line.
It's the craziest and horrible life as I am not able to live my life, yet I have a hard time thinking of my mom living with less. Also not being the face of which she says to at first seeing her and asking her how she is, "Better now that I see you!" Knowing that you are the comfort in their sight. Yet what it takes from one feels enormous - emotionally, monetarily, physically.
How are you doing?
LastOne
The other thing that I noticed with sleeping is there was a lot of unfinished business that was bothering me. Things we don't want to deal with like end of life issues, funeral arrangements, updated wills and power of attorney POA, what if something happens to me? Do my kids know what to do? So, I made a list and started working on all these things. Talked about what both my wife, who I care for, and myself as to what we want when we die, lawyer updated the will and POA and made a binder with everything I could think of for my kids and discussed everything (house, mortgage, wills, insurance,etc). These were some of the things that were keeping me up at night. It helped some. Maybe, there are some unfinished business or things that you can do to help ease your worry at night.
Taking care of the caregiver has to be a high priority. Can't do it all the time but it has to be high on the list of things to do. I hope things get better for you.
But isn't the commenter's capacity to live any type of meaningful existence over? And isn't s/he in fact destroying her mental, physical, and financial health - to care for a person who is no longer "there", or, if there, who has already "had their chance"/taken their best shot at life?
My MIL moved in w/us 14 months ago. At the time she had moderate dementia. She went from living alone as a widow for 10+ years to never wanting to be alone for a minute - so we (my husband and I) could no longer go out and do anything together. After a few months she decided that SHE didn't want to go out either - not even to sit in the yard. Ugh!
I agree completely with oldcodger - one should NOT give up one's life for an elderly parent. I wouldn't want my child to do this for me, and it is financial and emotional (and marital) suicide.
There are a few things we could have done differently at first, but her dementia has progressed rapidly and next week she'll be moving into Memory Care. We look forward to getting our lives back. We could never have done this - as some people here have - for several years. I cannot understand how people do. It is completely unreasonable. I and my husband have a life, and hopefully 25-30 more years. In addition, I really want to get back to work - I had to stop in July as she worsened.
We intend to enjoy theses later years - just as my MIL did hers. She is, of course, completely clueless as to what we have given up in the last year+.
We do not blame her in any way, and appreciate what we have learned from this experience - including the decision to never allow our own lives to deteriorate to this point, by following the advice in the book, Final Exit. Life should be about quality, not quantity, in our belief system.
I expect that I will become an active advocate for first, assisted suicide, and second, the option to leave this life when one's cognition/personality is deteriorating to the point that one is nothing more than (1) a burden to others, and/or (2) a revenue stream for our for-profit "healthcare" system.
I think one of the saddest things is to imagine being nothing but a burden to those one (once) loved - once, because in dementia/ALZ, there's no understanding left. I have no intention of ending my life as either one of the two options mentioned. (But then, everyone knows I'm a pigheaded stubborn b*tch. And I'm much more afraid of "living" with dementia than dying.)
Katie, I too am in my 50s and there have been a lot of doctors and stress and feeling tired and old. I started taking walks for an hour and a half four times a week in a local park. That helped my stress and my strength. I do miss some weeks because there is so much to do but I try to stay on track and call in people to help when I can. lately, I have not had the time and its so easy to blow off doing something for yourself. Do it if any way possible. We have to make the best of the time we have now and not wait for some better time. I hope everyone can find some way to help themselves and enjoy life.
You came up with the perfect word - unfun.
Why ad more unfun?
Exactly.
JessieBelle, unfun is right. High five to you!
My mother sits or walks around the house all day with the most unpleasant look on her face. It's a look that says she is in absolute misery. It has been like this for years now. She feels so bad for herself. There is no way to snap her out of it, because she dwells so much on how bad she feels. To tell the truth, feeling bad is her late-life career. It is so hard to live like this, but she isn't ready for a NH.
I'm having a hard time getting motivated for Christmas. I used to love cooking candies and cookies for people. The secretary and I used to have a Christmas party each year for the people at the college. Now I'm thinking I need to volunteer at a shelter to warm my heart. But I can't, because I have to do Christmas in grinchville with some family who really don't care a thing about us.
So yes, I know how you feel, Heart. I don't think it is us. I think it is the circumstance of misery we face.
I'm on antidepressants. The dose has been doubled. My interns, assistant and coworkers have all seen me cry. Oh yeah, and the whole church. I haven't slept in my own bed much since August when mom got back from rehab. Which means i don't sleep with my husband either. We both drink too much and sit too much. I do the nights. So the one thing i don't do too much is sleep. My knee has been ballooned for 2 months. My husband threw his back out. Both of us from hefting mom. I have at least one scar from one of her 'tantrums' and have been punched and scratched and yelled at plenty.
But i love her dearly and grieve for her that she must go thru this. She has vascular dementia. We giggle over bathroom absurdity and dance plenty to oldies.
And then there's this site which shows me people can and have given so much more than I. You all are amazing people. Happy holidays.