About 6 weeks ago my 81 yr old mom became sick and was admitted to the hospital. From there she needed rehab in a nursing care setting. (I have cared for my mom in her home for the last 5 yrs. Alone and all by myself. Talk about burnout I had it. Her demands were constant. The worry was killing me.) So back to what i was saying. She entered a nursing home for 2 wks of rehab. Exactly 2 wks to the day- back in the hospital. This time serious, and in the icu. Bacck to the nursing home for more rehab. We had a meeting last week and all agree that she needed long term care and that she would stay there permantly. :'( 2 weeks almost to the day(thanksgiving) she was admitted back into the hospital in critical condiction in the icu again. Her immune system is so week. She has never been this sick. She has copd, chf, and dementia. Her lung disease has progressed so much, she never fully recovers and now it is affecting her heart. I can't help but feel that if she was still at home this might not have happened. The doctor did say that she is surrounded by new germs and she has a weekened immume system. I feel like I need to bring her back home and keep her well. What do I do? Sacrifice me and keep her well or send her back to the nursing home and watch her decline. The drs told me yesterday that one day she will not bounce back from this. I don't think I can handle the guilt of this. I have already lost her to dementia but I don't want to lose her. She is my everything. Does anyone have any thoughts?
You will do her more good by staying healthy and doing what you can for her in the current situation that by trying to take her home - sick as she is - and getting sick yourself. Nearly all of us have these guilty feelings. It's natural and normal. But you are getting her the help she needs. She is very sick and would not likely do better at home.
You can't sacrifice yourself - she would not want that, believe me. You are doing what needs to be done. Be at her side when you can, work with the doctors and staff, and then understand that if she got sicker at home, you blame yourself for that. Caregivers second guess themselves constantly - it's the name of the game. Please take care of yourself, for her as well as for you.
Carol
Hugs to you. It is heartbreaking to lose a loved one bit by bit to dementia. It is anguish to watch the physical deterioration of a loved one. Let yourself grieve, unhampered by guilt. This is not your fault.
Your post reminded me of all the misery my Dad went through until he passed, and right now I'm almost blinded by tears that hurt my throat and give me a headache as I try to hold them back. But sc__w it! Let them flow.
You're fighting 2 wars on 2 different fronts. On the one hand giving in, giving up, and surrendering isn't an option when it comes to your Mom. On the other, self-preservation. Trying to keep yourself from unraveling vis-a-vis Mom's condition(s) is a daily balancing act.
The 2nd guessing and the guilt will always be there, but you're doing the best you can with what you have.
I bid you farewell for now my Queen. Stay in touch, or we'll come looking for you.
Good luck to you, and don't forget to take time to care for yourself.
On the other hand, I had a professional tell me when I was much younger, "You can never make up for what is missing in another's life". Being very sensitive and knowing my mother's childhood, it was natural (unfortunately) for me to try my entire life to make up for her past. Even remembering what the professional said to me, I could not help but try to make her happy. I was brought up and made to feel that everything was my fault....so it was a toxic combination. I was 55 when my mother past. I still have very mixed feelings as to whether I did the right thing when I bought her home after a terminal diagnosis. She watched and lamented her entire life about her own mother, my grandmother, and how she didn't "buy good time" by intubating her and trying so hard to make her live after a lung cancer diagnosis.
Good luck in sorting everything out. It's hard and I have found some peace in a philosophy that centers on acceptance of the impermanance of life, thoughts and things. That same professional also said to me, "Everyone does the best they can." It just doesn't get any truer than that.
I read your reply with great interest as it gave an excellent insight into how complex ones thoughts and behaviour can be. I would love to know the 'philosophy' that you refer to that centers on acceptance, as my experiences are similar to yours I guess, and I believe that you have found peace in your life now in which I am seeking.
Can I thank you for including the quote from professional you met who said "You can never make up for what is missing in another's life". This means alot to me as from reading this made me realise that I spent alot of time doing this for my parents and I guess I still do. I wish you well.
The mental stress of illness is as bad as the physical part. I assured her that I loved her and no matter what happened, I would have her in my thoughts always. She said she would always be with me. I told her she was the best mother in the world, and that is something every mother, spouse grandmother....whatever their role is, they want to hear because that is what weighs on their mind...."Did I do a good job?" We are such a silent and prideful society with a hard "cowboy" posture on life and in my opinion we have really messed up not being more verbal with our loved ones and friends. It's like we think we're a nation of freakin' mind-readers....which we are not. Just keep reassuring her and remember this is just the reversal in roles that we have now. They never meant to be a burden. They can't help it. I think the guilt you have is mistaken grief, grief about the inevitable. It has taken me 6 years after my mother has passed to recognize what I have is just extreme grief and missing her. I think it took me so long to recognize it as such because of family tensions that had always been present and my anger about these other family members that were never resolved that got in the way of my grieving. I don't know if that sounds familiar, but it has been true for me.
"I know the quality of my life is not normal". May I quote you? Blessings, Christina
After putting my mother in a nursing home, close to our home, I was so regretful and not informed at what then happens. She was only allowed one night away a month and when they gave her cigarettes and used inhalers on her at the same time, when she was made to watch 3 roommates die in the same room, when the nurse pulled up a roommate by her hair, etc. etc. etc. Then to be told, I could not change her nursing home unless she had been in a hospital for 3 days and nights....well, this entire industry is a scam. They refused to give her milk...always watered down lemonade mix. (Helps their bottom line!)
This industry needs deparately to be cleaned up. They are heartless, ruthless criminals......now let me tell you how I really feel.
Yesterday, I noticed dark man-thumb sized bruises on the backs of my Mother's hands. They were not there Saturday, so I asked the relief caregivers, who act like they do not understand me, which also pisses me off, but I remain polite and direct.
I watched the male caregiver as he got the guests up from their chairs for dinner. Sure enough, the first thing he did was to grab their hands--HIS THUMB ON TOP OF PATIENT'S HAND--and then when he got them to the front of chair, he grabbed ahold of their waists to lift them into the wheelchair. I know how difficult it is to move them after they quit walking. That is why I do not have my Mother here anymore. But, he did not use his legs as leverage to move the women, so the caregiver needs instruction. This morning I called the assistant and explained what I observed and made a suggestion that he/they be given better instructions on transferring patients.
The cost of this care home ranges from $3500-5000 a month, depending on "the level of care". The level of care is the same for everyone, and they tack on $250 a month when they call in hospice. My Mother has a private room, and it is a lovely bedroom with huge windows and door to outside. It is 15 minutes from my home in a nice neighborhood. I am there more often than most visitors, because I take my duty seriously, even though I would have been in the loony bin by now if she were still in our home. As it is, I have acquired several stress-related physical issues that I am dealing with--very slowly, because just like you can gain 5 pounds in a day from eating junk, it takes about a month to lose that same 5 pounds, and longer to heal from stress related maladies. I don't know why that is, but it is aggravating. My Mother and my sister did not have to do a job like this. I have many friends and associates in my life outside of here, who do not understand why life has been so difficult the last 3 years for me. One lady in my neighborhood is beginning the same life as a care giver to her narcissist Mother who abandoned her in childhood. Her Grandmother raised her, which was a good thing. When we see each other on the street, she just stares and shakes her head. Enough said.