Having been responsible for 2/3 of my life for my mother's well being, she's now 95, I have determined that living to a "ripe" old age isn't necessarily what it's purported to be. Has the role of caregiver had an impact of your own aging process and the role of family in your care?
Once again, as has been the case all my life, my parents are teaching me by showing me what NOT to do!
At 93 and 95, they have lived long, self-imposed, miserable lives - denying themselves anything of joy...scrimping and saving, so that they might have the money to sustain their lives of misery, and reminding anyone who will listen. Both have dementia and physical problems.
Fortunately for my brother and me, though, they are both currently in separate facilities, and getting good care, but getting them there was HELL.
Yes, I have no illusions or desire to live to a "ripe" old age, and am currently thinking about ways to insure that doesn't happen.
Meanwhile, the lesson for me is to live each day to the fullest, because I may have 25+ years warehoused in a facility.
Excellent discussion question, crispycritter!
Just wanted to clarify.
I agree about the massive heart attack. I would want to squeeze in a few fun things - or at least a few uninterrupted nights' sleep first.
At 62, I've greatly simplified my life by de-cluttering my home and keeping it up, in sellable condition, being prepared to downsize, though I don't expect that to happen for another 10 years. Simplifying my life and surroundings and affairs hopefully will allow me to maintain my independence for a longer time, though I'm ever alert for new resources available to meet the demands of an aging baby-boomer population. I've already experienced arthritis, and loss of energy, and realize I cannot do all that I used to. This summer was the first year that I have not been able to physically do my own yard work, and it was scary. I do NOT want to be in denial, as my parents were.
I am mostly scared, though, of dementia, and not being able to mentally handle my affairs, so I'll seek out the counsel of an elder issues attorney.
Many things to think about!
I'm 60, my hubby 65. I try to exercise at least every other day. Have a routine of yoga stretches and weights. On meds that make it impossible to work outside once the temps go above 80 but enjoy early spring, fall and winter outdoors as much as possible.
Dementia is probably my biggest worry too since I don't have anyone to tell me I have dementia, how will I know.
Initially it was wonderful yet became overwhelming with time, and emotionally draining the final few months. I had a supportive husband who never complained about his "absentee" wife; I had an exceptionally good relationship with Mom and she remained sweet to the end. I am grateful I had the capability to do this for her, yet the experience has profoundly concerned me and I think, frightened my daughters. They have neither the tempermanent nor caretaking knowledge I have; neither has had children so do not understand what it means to truly subordinate your life for someone else that you love dearly; only one is married and they were overwhelmed by what I did. And, although I have LTC and the assets to allow them to hire the assistance I could not achieve for Mom, they do not own homes of their own in which to house me.
I no longer believe living into your 90's is desirable unless you are in ideal health and have full mobility and faculties. I believe I will outlive my husband after caring for him. I do worry that there will be no one to truly care for me to the end as I did for my Mother.
At the same time, the thought of going into a facility is deplorable to me. I would not have my mother live her final days in a 10x10 room and neither will I. I have often spoken with women friends and joked that we will have to buy a large home, live commune style and hire a caretaker for us who will live on the premises. This makes it afforadable and provides the companionship that often dwindles away. Towards that end I will have my insurance, my savings and the equity in my property once sold. They are my life preservers and I treasure them dearly. Actually it is not such a joke and I just learned that my eldest daugthter brought the same concept and concern to her sister regarding their old ages, and they are only in their late 30's!
I am 65 now and after my experience of caretaking, truly believe our society needs to re-evaluate this "sanctity of life at all costs" concept. There is nothing sacred about wasting away in a bed until you become a shell and your heart finally stops. It is cruel for all involved and if laws werent made by men with immense financial and medical resources to maintain their comfort that the average person does not have, I believe there would be a more humane perspective towards end of life needs and care.
I do all I can to eat well and live a healthy life and have also realized I need to throw away a lot of junk (esp. paperwork). And, I need to organize a notebook of some type with my financial and personal information in it or my children will have a hell of a time figuring it out. I was intimately involved in my parents business and financial world which made it much more manageable.
Otherwise, I do not know how to change the path that I am on and just pray not to have dementia.
I am 60 years old and it really seems like this was the "milestone" of reckoning. It is since I hit that milestone that I am suddenly aware that my body can no longer do what it used to do with ease. During the winter I decided to take a bath....and discovered that I was unable to get myself out of the bathtub at 60. I had to get on all fours inside the tube, then flip one leg over the edge of the tub and sort of "roll out" of the bathtub onto the floor. This was a new and unexpected development!
Have heard it said in this forum, that the last thing our parents teach us, is how to (or how NOT to) die. True-er words were never spoken!
I am working fast and furiously to get my physical health in order. I, too, have encountered those little surprises of which you speak! It is very much a wake-up call.
psimmon, like your Mom, I am blessed to have a very sweet lady in my presence. My Mom has been living with me for forty years; 35 of those years has been during my marriage. My husband is an amazing man who is so compassionate, willing and full of love that I can only wonder why I have been so blessed. Mom has been on the steeper side of the downhill slide now for about 8 years. She has lived with us and this has been her home. She doesn't want to leave. She has been ambulatory but on a walker for the past 5 years. This last 6 months has been the steepest and quickest slide of all. My sister is totally disabled and lives over 2 hours away, but her life is such chaos that it is a blessing. She needs more care than Mom but is in denial (she's 69); my brother, lives over a thousand miles away and is in poor health as well and his finances are pretty tight.
I could be wrong, but I think the guilt of being tired, wanting a life before you die, being resentful of lost opportunities is somehow worse when you have a parent who has been so good. She was responsible for so many good things in my life, a deep and abiding faith, knowing how to forgive, loving the unlovable, and on and on ...she is the one who taught me how to be steadfast and persevere. So many have not had such a wonderful mother.
In spite of all of the above, this has been hard. You are grieving the loss of a loved long before they are gone; you have such an awareness of your own frailties and loss of capability. And like dragonflower, when you can no longer do what has been a routine, you can be filled with fear.
The only way to combat it is to prepare, know that when you are 80, you most like won't want to cook big meals, there are tools that you will never use again because you won't want to paint and wallpaper anymore. How many clothes can an 80 year old wear during the week; who is going to wash them all. That king size bed is impossible to change. Who is going to vacuum and mop 2500 plus square feet of floors, clean and dust closets, etc.
I now have so few clothes you would think I was homeless. Almost every drawer in my house is empty, I have every piece of paper scanned and backed up, all originals of birth certificates, deeds, etc. are stored in a fire proof box along with back-up drives (just pack and go if I can lift it). If my husband should go before me, I will sell everything I have, pack 2 bags and move to a facility that is appropriate to my needs at that time. I won't hesitate a minute to get rid of my stuff.
Now I'm rambling, but this is how I've been occupying my time as I care for Mom, making sure that I don't leave much behind myself that can't be carried out in a couple of boxes to the dump.
I feel 80 would be my limit if I'm healthy mentally and physically, after that Lord please take me home.
We have all our ducks in a row and had those frank discussions with kiddos about what we want done. I only hope to live one day longer than my husband. Can't imagine my life without him!
Now to really downsize and get rid of all the stuff we no longer need. I don't want my kids to have to go thru it and feel I dropped the ball on them.
Taking care of Mother was the wake up call we needed!
I have always been an exercise nut and even after the ravages of breast cancer hit me twice, I am in very good health now. I go to the gym five days a week , watch my weight ( a constant battle now at my age) don't smoke and eat little red meat. I take no medications at all except for occasional advil for headache. I am blessed that I have no arthritis either. I do worry for my kids and have informed them , especially the older one , a son, what needs to be done should I become an invalid or wind up with dementia or Alzheimer's. I don't want the kids to be burdened with financial worries and told them to sell all the stuff and home, which will provide a good deal to get me into a home or care center. I also have life insurance that will take care of any expenses after my demise.
I don't advocate assisted suicide either but the reality is that there are so many alive that have no quality of life and just exist in a limbo of neither life or death. I hope I am not one of them.
I don not want my children to go thru any of what I'm dealing with with my mom and she's 90 and in relatively good health but no longer able to care for herself. I do not believe with the escalating health costs and care costs that we will easily be able to care for ourselves and live independently.
My hope is that facilities continue to improve in the "range of care" offerings, and that as we age, we aren't so stubborn that we insist "on staying in our own home until the end", or think that only our children can take care of us.
We are in our 50s and we have several close couples where we are already considering making a pact to live in a communal setting with individual personal spaces for each couple and then we can take care of and support each other thru the aging process while hiring outside assistance as needed. That way our children won't have the entire burden for caregiving and our happiness. Big decisions we can discuss among ourselves and also be able to support and counsel each others adult children thru parents wishes.
Probably a sign that I am already Demented.
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The other thing I want to address is that when you reach an age where you are getting old but still capable and independent you should move into reasonable housing that is appropriate for the elderly. My mom and dad both refused to leave their giant dilapidated house which has poor plumbing and electricity. My dad refuses air conditioning and refuses to have repairs made to the house. He has fallen on the stairs many times and had no interest in improving his situation although he has the finances to pay for things and us to help him. It is sad and pathetic. I will make sure to follow this advice so I am not such an extreme burden and cause of constant stress and worry to my son. If you actually love your children this is a very important thing to consider before you start losing your mental faculties. It's too late for my dad and for me.
I guess I've seen far too many people who are truly suffering and unable to enjoy even the smallest things.