Every morning and every day when I come home from work, I wonder if I'm going to find my father, my old cat, and/or either of my old bunnies deceased. I feel like I'm waiting for death. How do I snap out of it? This morning, I finished feeding all the animals and was ready to give my father his meds and go to the grocery store but I hadn't heard a noise from him. It was 8:20 am, and the latest he's ever gotten up in the two years that I've been medicating him was 7:45 am. I was afraid to go in there but I did and woke him up. It was a rainy morning so the darkness made him think it was night I guess. He doesn't look at clocks. I worry about death and think about after, and I have trouble trying to live today. There are many things I cannot do now. For example, the house is falling apart, and my father won't allow any work to be done. Having any people here agitates him to no end. I guess it's good that I have no friends for his sake but my only human companion is my mother's ghost. [She guided me today to use her UTI test kit; I have a UTI, my first, yay.] My brother never helps but he told me that I take bad care of my father because I feed him "crap" in his words instead of things like fish and Chinese broccoli. A few example meals I might make (not always from scratch): tacos, hamburgers, chicken, pork chops, green beans, lima beans, steaks, salad, spaghetti, crab cakes, and so on. I'm gone 9 hours a day, and do 40 hours of animal, house, and yard chores a week. I can't make daily gourmet meals. My brother also says that I should force my father to exercise. He spends all day in the recliner. I can't even get him to respond to most questions, use soap or shampoo, or cover his mouth when he sneezes spit all over the room. Should I be forcing him to do things? He would have a total fit. I put him on a waiting list too for a regular doctor as he hasn't been to one in a few years. They finally called after 8 months, and he said he didn't make an appointment because "there's nothing wrong with me." He is bipolar, has diabetes, had high cholesterol, and the list goes on and on. Why is it that he's fine but I'm a horrible person (according to my brother who is now showing clear signs of mental instability too when I went on a day trip, and he drove irratically while screaming at his nasty wife). How do I stop worrying about the future and live today?
I do think you need to get him to a doctor, given that he has diabetes and bipolar disorder. How has he been managing these things? Something you can do is check for geriatric clinics at your local hospitals, then personally schedule an appointment for him. People with dementia are not very good at scheduling their own appointments or letting you know they scheduled them. If you had a doctor on your side, you would probably feel better. And your father might, too.
I don't know if there is a way we can stop thinking about death. We are surrounded by it. I know sometimes I look at my mother. She looks so peaceful that I wonder for a moment if she is still breathing. I believe that it is constantly in our minds when we care for old people (or old and sick animals).
Love that you have rabbits. Me, too.
My mom is 90 and for the most part pretty with it. There are the repeated stories and forgetting to tell me stuff, but I don't mind. I will miss her terribly when she does pass, but I pray that God gives me the strength to get through it without chewing out any of my sister-in-laws or her church friends who have used her for years. I pray but I am still afraid of that day when he chest does not rise in a steady rhythm because it will be the day I will lose my best friend.
1. Waiting for death - for me, I try to see it as a normal eventual consequence of living, albeit a very sad occasion. Fortunately or unfortunately, none of us live forever. When we do go, I think it would be ideal if it's as peaceful as possible. I don't mean to sound cruel, but your father and your pets will eventually leave you; there's no way you can prevent it. But allowing it to become a dominant factor will wear you down mentally.
2. A First Nation woman I met through a quilting forum told me when I thought my sister was dying that if I thought she was, what would I want to say to her in the event she died shortly. She was suggesting acceptance, say what might be final goodbyes, and don't regret not having the chance to say them because I couldn't or wouldn't accept the reality of the situation.
3. With your pets, think of how they've enriched your life, and how you want them be as healthy as they can. But once they've reached the stage that they're not, you don't want them to suffer.
4. I do think that it's not unusual to be frightened when a situation occurs that suggests someone has died; I think that would be a normal reaction.
5. The next time your brother suggests your father eat fish and Chinese broccoli, turn the tables on him and ask when he'll be able to fix and bring it for your father.
6. Sure your father should exercise, but how can you force him? Again, suggest to your brother that he plan to come over regularly and exercise with your father.
7. Your brother probably knows he can upset you with criticism; recognize that and see him for who and what he is. Just keep throwing his suggestions right back at him.
8. You could also push your brother a little and ask him for a caregiving schedule so you know when he'll be over and you can take some respite time.
9. Definitely get your father to a doctor as soon as you can, although he's obviously not going to be very cooperative. Who prescribes his diabetes meds? Is he seeing that doctor regularly? Would it work if you tricked him by telling he's going someplace else? Is he taking any meds for his bi-polar condition?
10. I do see similarities in your brother's and father's behavior - manipulative and uncooperative. That may be their personalities, and I doubt they're going to change, but recognize it for what it is and try not to let it wear you down mentally. There's only so much you can do for your father.
And ask yourself if it's possible to change their attitudes. If it's not, don't blame yourself for their behavior and lack of cooperation.
11. How to live for today? Work on recognizing the situation as it is, define what you CAN and can't do and what you will and won't do - don't push yourself to try to change someone who's uncooperative and stubborn.
12. Take more time for yourself; the house and yard chores possibly could be done less regularly. Is your father living in your home or vice versa? If the former, is he contributing financially to his care? If so, can you hire some of the chores, such as the yard work, to be done by others to minimize the time you spend on them?
As to the house chores, they'll still be there tomorrow, and the next day and the days thereafter. Your sanity might not be, so take breaks when you need to and recognize that the chores aren't so important that they take priority over your mental and physical health.
I think the situation you're in is one many caregivers face - overwhelmed, trying to balance between a uncooperative parent, critical sibling, managing work, and trying not to be dragged down into a whirlpool of events and people beyond your control.
You will feel better after the UTI has cleared, in the meantime, don't worry if you think you are losing it (common with a UTI).
Feel better soon, get some rest.
I disagree about goading your brother. Try to let his suggestions roll off your back. Why does your brother know what you feed Dad? Why spend a moment of time thinking about the exercise your brother thinks your father needs? The main thing your brother can do is cause trouble. Worse case could he contact authorities? As they say If you see trouble coming, cross the street.
I am new to communication with spirits like your mom.She helped with your UTI. Is there a way she can help with your Dad? Like if you wrote two ideas on a chalkboard she could let you know which would be best? Or if you wrote down ideas and put them in a hat, she could guide you to the better option? I consider you very lucky to have your mother's ghost.
Feel better!
I will ask if the house belongs to you or your father and will you be able or want to stay there after he has passed?
If you will be reaming why not think about getting some new pets maybe a couple of kittens or baby rabbits? They will be the future and the oldsters will pass in their own time.
Dad won't allow workers in the house but are there things you can do to brighten it up. Even if it is just your own bedroom, make some changes to the bedding, drapes etc or even a new coat of pain. Get the low VOC kind then dad won't even smell it. make it bright and cheerful,add some inexpensive candle and favorite scents. Play some soothing music of your choice.
As far as your Dad is concerned is he just old or does he have life threatening illnesses apart from the diabetes? Is he hiding anything from you like ulcers on his legs or a rotten toe? He is not seeing a Dr so is not having someone check for these things,
Fear is contagious. You know you are fearful and you think it is of death. Your mother's spirit is with you for a reason so try and listen to what she is telling you.
Try and ignore your brother. Guilt is probably guiding his remarks and he projects it on you by criticizing everything you are trying to do. Healthy meals don't have to be time consuming. Try and plan ahead rather than panicing on the way home from work and just grabbing some thing from the store. Write a menu for the week and include snacks for Dad to keep his sugar steady while you are at work.
Work on one small thing at a time don't try and tackle everything and reward yourself. perhaps todaypick up all the piles of paper in the living room and toss the garbage. When you have done that get on the computer and choose a new bedspred for your room. get those bunnies out and let them run around the room. They might like to be brushed as well or clip their claws to make sure they are not curling into their feet. They may be old and waiting for death but animals like to go on living to the very end. You have hit a rough patch but you don't need to accept it and mom is there to help you.
You write that you've lived in the house all your life and have no friends and I wonder if your fear is of being alone when someone or something passes away.
I sold my home, quit my career and moved 200km to care for my mother for four years (parkinsons, dementia and many strokes) until it became impossible to do it alone 24/7/365 and she went into a lovely nursing home. She's been there 2.5 years now and is close to the end of her time. She's always refused lunch, only going to breakfast and supper.
I volunteer in the physio dept of the local hospital once a week and last week we worked with a lady ... in for possible gall stones ... who shares the dining room table with my mother. She's sharp as a tack and confirmed that at meals my mother will take a bite or two then refuse to eat any more. Though I take her apple juice and the NH provides protein shakes she's not been drinking much either.. At this point she weighs far less than my big dog.
When I visited a couple of days ago her cheeks were gone, face sunken in and wild eyes staring off into the distance. Though barely able to speak, she said "I'm dying, everything is so different" before falling back to sleep..
Let's say she's not been the nicest of humans and I spent a life time avoiding her, only giving up my life to care for her out of duty. Interestingly she wouldn't lift a finger to help her parents and doesn't even know where, or if they were buried. I will not visit again as it brings back all the evil she has done to me and my poor late father, along with anyone else who dared cross her path, life long and it unhinges me. In accordance with her wishes, when she passes I'll have her cremated and spread her ashes in a park near her former home. I don't know what I feel right about now ... edgy, stomach banging, just waiting day by day for "that" phone call.
I know just how much our animals mean to us and I prefer mine to most people. I live out in the country now with 2 rescue dogs, 4 cats (the Mouse Squad) and an old goldfish called Ralph and I'm working on building a new life. It's a bumpy road, but never give up!
Look here to find some help http://msa.maryland.gov/msa/mdmanual/01glance/html/social.html or here http://www.yellowpages.com/marriottsville-md/social-service-organizations. Good luck!
Ash
It is a good idea to do little things for yourself...I like the idea of a new bedspread or little things you can do. Even changing the pattern of the kleenex box and putting a brighter wattage lightbulb in can cheer up a room.
I would try to get your Dad's feet looked at and tended to sometime, as that is important with diabetes. Your brother is likely feeling subconciously guilty for not helping more so he becomes critical. He also sounds immature with his gay comments. You have more important things to worry about than strangers at the mall!
And there you have in your own words an excellent insight into the relationship with your brother and why he treats you with disrespect.
Perhaps you can use something from here as an idea to create your own idea. If you can keep your loved one happy in some way or another, this is what will help to ease the tension in your home. You really don't have to avoid having friends just because of tension from the love one that your caring for. You may not be able to bring someone to your house, but again, remember that there are other places you could meet so don't be afraid to make friends. Don't deny yourself a social life just because the person you're caring for doesn't want anyone around. Don't make that persons choice your choice by denying yourself and outside social network.
I'm supposed to dwell on good memories about my dad but the problem is that there really aren't any. He's always been mean and unhappy his whole life. Memories include screaming, cursing, breaking dishes, stomping his feet, threats, three psychotic breaks, and so on. My parents fought daily with screaming and cursing. He'd threaten to throw all my stuff away. As a child, he said he was going to back up his pickup to my playroom window and throw all my stuff in there. I developed an unhealthy attachment to things as a result. I'm not a messy hoarder but I've got most of my stuff from my entire life because that's all I have aside from my animals. When dad was manic, he threw a lot away. Now, he's a zombie (hence my log in name). I feel guilty about wanting to move forward with my life when I'm stuck in limbo. I've never had real friends but neither has my father or my brother. People think I'm great but they don't want to spend any real time with me, even if I had time myself. I'm used to being alone. What's new to me is being in control. With my mother (who ran the show) gone, and my father in a zombie-like state, I'm finally controlling most everything except for him of course.
Id be divorcing your brother.. you probably have anyway. I had hoped you might have had a friend in the SIL, but lets leave the two of them screaming and enjoying life
your father has that handful of diseases, mental and chronic diabetes that one blackmails the other and you in between.
For your sake his being taken to a rest home would be the best. Would you lose the home??
And remember that often WE don't have friends because we don't want them, we don't want to load them with our problems. Then again some folk think that friendship is where someone HAS to listen share and suffer with you. I have some friends, that know nothing about me, others I can share the pains of the day, cos WE both then giggle as often the same thing has happened of similar nature.
I hope one day you do get to lead a life, but don't lose your ability to have one now. Tell your father's son that you are going to be late home, and he can take the broccoli over to the old man, and cut his hair and nails after his bath and enjoy the evening together. you will be home at 10pm and will attend the critters then. no please no could you... just delegate!! its sometimes as much fun as a delete button
My good memories are few, mostly related to my animals and friends that long ago dumped me. In school, I was the pariah. Kids called me names and slammed me in to lockers. I was ugly and shy and didn't fight back. My brother and niece came over last night in the pouring rain to pick wineberries. We actually had a good time. I don't want to divorce him but I can't rely on him or trust him.
It frequently gets me down. Sometimes I wonder how I can escape back to the world of the living.
Then, I shake it off, regroup and keep on going. (not easy I know) The only thing that seems to save me is 3 am to 5 am when I allow myself to think of all good things. (I don't sleep 'well', but I dont have time to stress about that either) I take this time to think of, read and look for good/inspirational things over a lovely cup of tea. Its a small thing but for me it helps to have that time to think of life, not death. I cant let it be my focus. All around me are those who are suffering, hurt and afraid, I try hard to provide light and inspiration for them.
From your post it sounds like you are treating your father well. We can only do what we can do. Be proud of your contribution, he wouldnt have it without you. If your brother wants more done let him do it. When my sisters start in on what I should or should not be doing, I have to say to myself, thanks for you opinion, unless you are willing to live here and do this, you do not have the big picture. You think you can do better, let me know and I will move on in my life. No takers so far.
I found this site on one one my mornings and find it helps so much hearing of other peoples experiences and ideas. (Thank you to all contributors) I hope I have helped a little bit, if nothing else to let you know you are not alone.
I took antibiotics but the urine culture came back negative. It seems I probably have something else my mother had, interstitial cystitis. I've always been one who feels like she needs to pee all the time. At least the antibiotics took the pain away even though they're not supposed to. The nurse said that happens commonly.
I am out at work 9 hours a day 5 days a week. Dad just stays in his chair all day. He can still walk around and use the bathroom. He usually eats a breakfast biscuit or hotdog for lunch. I've bought him other things but he won't eat them, even if I fully prepare them. He always says he forgets.
As for mowing, I've been doing that for about 10 years. I got tired of him mowing over my plants! Now, he can't operate the mower or see well enough. The last time he went mowing (he would still collect fall leaves even though I did regular mowing) maybe 3 years ago, he ran over the septic tank head, and the mower got stuck. Wow, the cussing that came out of him that time!
He got a new nurse about a year ago, and she won't talk to me. Mom and I used to talk to the old one but it took a lot of talking to get her to commit him in June of 2013 when he was insane. You'd think the new woman would see what he looks like and try to contact his family but no. He gets in the shower every morning for about two minutes. I asked him a few years ago what kind of shampoo he wanted, and he said he doesn't use it. I asked if he used soap instead, and he said no. I put a new bar of regular soap in the shower for him months ago, and it has not been used at all. Even long ago, he never used wash rags. I told him a few times a week for months to get a hair cut. He usually just stares at me or says it doesn't need it. I've stopped asking. I asked my brother a dozen times to take him for a hair cut, and now I've stopped asking. His smell used to bother me but now I'm pretty good at ignoring it. One of the few things he still does is wash his underwear. He won't wash his regular clothes and refuses to let me do it ("It don't need it!). I did notice more urine on his underwear plus his had two diarrhea events where he got it everywhere. If he becomes incontinent and can't change his own diapers (or refuses to wear them), then I will definitely need help. For now, since he won't allow anything, my work for him (aside from running the entire house) is just feeding him dinner. I'm fresh out of dinner ideas? Suggestions?
my dad had been - diagnosed? in 2005 I can't really think now what it was but high platelet count anyway and put on medication for it that he thought he would only be on for about a year, or at least if when he back to the doc then his levels were back to normal, which they were, but he said he'd have to be on it the rest of his life, so he took it till August 2012 when grandson found him collapsed and took him to the hospital, where they found his hemoglobin low and gave him blood; he was in there about 2 weeks, sent home with home health, having his blood checked but not getting blood so after about 2 weeks when he had it done they called, said his hemoglobin was low enough to get him to the ER for blood so basically when started getting the packed red blood cells; they basically said they hadn't really expected him to live as long as he had, to still be on the medication; that basically after about 7 yrs., - so they hit it right on the money - it basically starts suppressing your other cells, leading to low red blood cells and platelets, while having high white blood cells counts, which at first, when he was in the hospital, they were just saying he had pneumonia causing it but then when seemed to be getting over that they still weren't coming down they didn't want to tell me what that could mean but they didn't know about his diagnosis but unknown to them the cancer doctor they'd called in was the one he'd had so when they told me that and I began to press them on it we finally got it all out that I told them that, yes, he had that diagnosis, that had been his doctor and that obviously I knew all this, so just a matter of seeing what these tests were that they and he had run that they said were being sent off to a special cancer lab, which, yes, they were, but they weren't even what they'd thought they were; they were just some genetic tests; none of this was unexpected to them; they knew what was going on; it just got to be a big mix-up in communication and protocol between all the doctors but the hospital, not really sure which doctor, had set him up to see this doctor in about what was supposed to be 2 weeks but this ER run ended up happening before then but then he did go but of course since that had happened he was fine by then so nothing was done, except the labs were still being done and they would still call, though not quite so urgently and say they were low enough for him to go get blood but then you'd get out there and they'd say they weren't low enough, at least not through the ER to be considered emergent, so we'd have to call the doctor and get it ok'd from him because his levels that he wanted him to get them didn't have to be as low but it had to be done every time until finally after several times of this happening about every 2 weeks he finally did standing orders that if it was a certain level he was to get it but he still wanted to be notified. So this went on until December 2013 - but wondering, did your mother ever get a port? they wanted Dad to have one if he was going to be getting blood that much, or maybe rather because his veins were collapsing - did you ever have that problem with her? or maybe that was because he would pull the iv out but then what was trying to say - that morning he did get up early, or at least got up to go to the bathroom, maybe had still been doing that some or had started but hadn't been staying up like used to so think grandson thought had just gone back to bed; hadn't heard anything that sounded like up but also why talked about you still working, which I know his hard but even with him not dad at least different from yours; you couldn't leave him to stay in a chair all day and we still not sure what had happened but grandson had really just begun to get exhausted from dad had started just being up and down all day and night; were just getting started trying to get more help; anyway he fell back asleep and when "something" woke him up, kinda like you talking about, just seemed way too quiet, hated to go to his room, wondering what might find, but no, wasn't there, couldn't find him anyway, somehow, had just talked about this too, getting door alarms, not sure if failed to lock it because if had, not sure how, with his arthritic hands, could have gotten it unlocked but anyway and this strange too because though he would often go out the back door to the deck he rarely, or we thought, went out the front door, but that's where he found him, - so just be so glad your dad stays put - at the bottom of the front steps - anyway called the ambulance, got him to the hospital and - didn't find this out till days later - when he got there, yes, his blood count was low but not as low as your mom's I don't think anyway, again, this being the ER, since he'd quit getting his blood through them, they didn't know about it, so just assumed it was low from the fall - maybe I should have had some kind of note put in somewhere but would have thought they would have had it, have learned some things about things like that - if they had might have done some things differently - or still might have been another emergency transfusion, like your mom's; he was unconscious too, that time - so do you know what actually happened then with your mom? can't imagine it being that low - was that just too low for the blood to do any good and get her oxygen back up - dad's blood pressure is what dropped so low that time - that the only way they could get it back up was with volume, so think they went from just the packed red blood cells to full on blood, which, again, think they might not have done had I been already there, was on my way as fast as I could but 5 hrs. away and they wouldn't tell me any of this on my way by phone; also had him on ventilator as well - actually the ER don't think would have done any of this but grandson was just beside himself, which I can understand, somewhat what you're saying to begin with - is part of your feelings? about this because of going through this with your mom? - I was with her when she died too, in almost the same situation, so I can understand - so anyway when grandson was the way he was poor ER doc didn't know what to do so wound up in the doctor's lounge with a doc of dad's who - long story - he's the one who wanted to do all this stuff and admitted him to ICU so he could and kept him going for another week because they did get his blood pressure and got him stable before I got there so then they didn't want to do anything - another long story - but anyway, were it not for all that, think he would have been gone, just like your mom, for the same reason - but guess what really wondering, did your mom want to go through all that? dad didn't and that's a long story then too