In the last year I have had to deal with so many unpleasant, stressful, sad events.. all while maintaining my full time job and caring for my parents.
This last year my mom as well as my dad was diagnosed with dementia.. alzheimers.
This last year I had to euthanize my dog of the last almost 16 years. She was my everything and provided so much companionship, comfort, love. The evening that she was euthanized I had to go to my parents and pretend like all was ok when my heart was breaking.
This last year I had a sore on my face very close to my eye that wasn't healing. I had a biopsy.. and yep.. it was cancer. Had another procedure to remove more of the skin around it to get all the cancer.. and I was terrified i would lose my eye or a large part of my nose. Thankfully they removed it without any major deformaties.
In the last year my dad got pneumonia and was in the hospital for a week and rehab for a week. I had to take care of my mom and get full time caregivers to stay with my dad. My mom got bronchitis so I was having to deal with her sickness, my dad, I got a cold, had to keep working as I had a major project due at work...no help from siblings of course.
This last year my siblings have distanced them selves even more and my 2 sisters have not even called my parents or me in months.. My brother had a hairbrained scheme to take care of them at their lakehouse and be paid an enormous salary. He backed out when I said no to his request for 4 weeks vacation, holidays and all weekends off.
They didn't even call for Mothers Day ... :(
Sorry about all the negativity in the post.. its just so much .. or at least it feels like it to me. I am so ready for a little happiness in my life.
No way could I continue to buy 30 bags of mulch and carrying the bags around their yard... that ship had sailed. Dad said that Home Depot would load up my Jeep with the bags.... then I mentioned, how do I bring home the employee to help me to unload the mulch??? Oh.
One time my Dad asked for me to retire so I could drive my parents more often back when they lived at their house, by themselves. They would want to leave the house 3 or 4 times a day. Like, there is a sale on soup at the such and such grocery store.... and a sale on bread at another store. You get the picture. Dad could spend 2 hours at Home Depot and have one light bulb in his cart at the check out.
Are we having fun yet?
NYDaughter... I do miss my dog .. and really miss having a dog. When she passed, I was actuallly her caregiver as well because she had limited mobility. I plan on getting another dog at some point as I really miss that unconditional love and dose of happiness they can provide.
My parents are still in an independent living apartment with caregivers. I am basically running an assisted living.. with me taking one shift. Caregivers call me all day, I have to deal with them taking time off, with really bad substitute caregivers.... etc. . My parents hate having them there and don't understand why they cant be alone.
I have been going every evening as I don't have caregivers then.. I tried hiring some during that shift but my mom had enough of them sitting around in their small apartment.. and kicked them out. The caregivers only do the barest minimum at all times.
I have been looking at memory care facility .. and that is something that has taken a lot of my time. I go back and forth with some days they seem so much more functional then the people in the memory care.. but i think moving them to this type of place is the only way I am going to survive this.
I have looked at AL and I really think they are going to need to go to memory care.. they would be so confused in an AL. I have looked at memory cares attached to assisted livings and didnt really like them as much as the stand alone memory cares.
The other thing is the massive stressfull event of moving them.. how will I be able to handle that all alone? That is one thing that is really stressing me out right now. Not the physical part of moving their stuff.. but of actually taking them and leaving them there. They still expect to move back into their house at some point..
My parents think they are way better off then they actually are.. they do not realize the huge stress I am under.. they slip around in time so they don't realize how long this has gone on.(they have been living in this apartment for 3 years now) When I come in the evening.. they think I have been having fun all day(instead of working) .. and that I am there for a leisurely visit.
Moving them to a memory care would be a dream at this point... i could at least have some time off. I worry all the time about things suddenly getting worse. I never dreamed things would be like this...
Anyway.. thanks for the thoughts and prayers.. I do need them.
I am not a religious fanatic, but I do believe in God. I pray for patience and strength and most of all guidance. Answers for me have come at the weirdest times and in the craziest circumstances - but so far, I have been blessed to see the road ahead.
You are looking into a never-ending tunnel and my heart goes out to you. You need care and are stuck having to give all you have and receiving little in return that you can see. For what it's worth, I am praying for you and for your sanity.
Hugs,
RayLin
How often do you visit your folks? My Dad was also just a couple miles down the road in Independent Living and eventually I had to cut back on visiting him to twice a week for a few minutes. He had a private caregiver in the morning, and by afternoon after lunch he was zonked out and napped a lot.
Even knowing my Dad was under a watchful eye, I still would panic when the telephone rang. Dad was a fall risk, so any time he fell the Staff had to notify me. Some were ER calls in the middle of the night. Numerous times I had crashed and burned trying to manage everything [I also had outside employment]... in fact, going to work felt like a vacation for me :)
Eventually the facility said it was time for my Dad to move to Assisted Living/Memory Care in the same complex. Dad was agreeable as long as it was the same chef who did the meals :) Yes, the new room was studio size, but I told Dad it was like a college dorm room, so he smiled. Dad had more eyes watching him. Plus knowing the building was secured at dark so he wouldn't wander. But the stress was still there big time :P
I understand the heartbreak of putting down a dog and losing a faithful companion. Can you give yourself the gift of a dog from the pound? A new companion seems like the least you should do for yourself.