I am 69, single, no children. One brother who lives 125 miles from here, one sister who lives less than 125 yards from here. Hear from my brother once a month, if lucky, Sister, not for weeks at a time. For every 30 or 40 calls, they might initiate one of them. Support from brother is non-existent, sister when I call she'll come over and 'help' Mother take a shower, as long as it's not less than two weeks apart. That's background to say ..
I'm breaking down. I've been doing this since this time of year 2017, three years. It's become exponentially harder as Mom has advanced with Alzheimer's /Dementia. The thing is I hate what I'm becoming. I am losing my temper more and more often. I know what's wrong with that. Dealing with the frustration of not being understood in the simplest ways, knowing this means I'm losing her and I can't stop it creates a lot of pressure that manifests itself in anger. At myself and her. It's one of those 'How dare you die on me.' things. I can not accept the idea of putting her in a nursing home, that's death in short order. It has to happen at this end, with me, I've known that, worked on it, will keep after it, but meanwhile here we are .. I need help, sense of direction, where to look, what to ask for, I don't know what all ..
Thanks.
You don't want mom in a nursing home. Why do you hesitate? You deserve your own life and isn't that what mom would want for you? Can you get sis to take on some regular time with mom? Five hours o the weekend maybe?
You need to take care of you or you won't be good to anyone. Something has to give it may be you.
My husband had a stroke 6 years ago, recovered, started dialysis and then lost his ability to walk for unknown reasons. He was total care for about two years. He had some dementia, but not full Alzheimer’s. He was blind due to occipital lobe strokes. He forgot how to speak in the last two months and had a bleeding stroke and brain tumor discovered near the end.
He was at home with me as his caregiver the entire time. No other family. A few friends helped here and there. I fought and advocated for everything that would possibly make his life better. I even got certified in August in Hemodialysis so I could perform it at home because leaving the house was strenuous. But, It came to the point that I knew I couldn’t do anything more for him.
He was suffering. In the last 12 hours, he wanted to eat (about 5-7 bites), but even puréed food was aspirated. He could not lay down and breathe because of bronchitis that had followed the pneumonia 10 days prior. He could not follow instructions to inhale from the nebulizer to expand his airways. And after he spent the night in his wheelchair, propped up so he didn’t fall out, I felt absolutely helpless. I knew he would develop sores if he didn’t lay down, but ability to breathe trumped the danger of sores, so I kept him there that morning. I could not do anything more for him and it was awful.
When the pulsox couldn’t read his vitals later that morning, I called 911. He passed away peacefully after the EMS arrived and I stepped out of the room. He knew I was not alone, and I didn’t have to see that moment of urgency as they checked and confirmed it. He was DNR.
We fight so hard to keep our loved ones alive, but their/our time here is limited. I believe in the hereafter, and I have already had interactions with him in dreams. He’s not here in the same way, but his decline had prepared me for that. He’s no longer suffering, and I know he appreciates everything I did for him.
I benefitted from connecting with a grief counselor/pastoral counselor starting about 2 years before his passing. She taught me how to weather the stress and challenges. Also, it was nice to unload everything on her rather than family or friends.
I wish you peace, but also know that anger is part of the grieving process. (I was shouting swear words, but thankfully was able to keep it all in my head.)
*Hugs*
Hugs & peace to you 🌹🕊️
I'm 58, married, no children, no siblings and no extended family here. My dad died in 2004 and I had overseen my mom for ten years until she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's at the age of 89 in 2014. I would run back and forth from our house to hers until I couldn't do it any longer. She wanted to remain in my childhood home for the remainder of her life but, that just wasn't realistic.
I did move her into an ALF in early 2015 and then had to quickly clear out her house in order to get it on the market as the proceeds would be used for her rent. It was very difficult for me to do but, there weren't any other alternatives. Home care was too expensive and she couldn't live with us in our two-story house which was very small and had both bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs plus I knew it wouldn't be good for my marriage even though my husband loves her and thinks of her as his mom.
I understand your anger and frustration too - I could not accept the diagnosis as I never dreamed she would get the one disease I dreaded. It took me a good three years to really get myself to a place where my anger and sometimes even rage became a thing of the past. Believe me, I remember when I would get a call from the facility with something that was needed and I'd get in my car and pound on the steering wheel from the stress. I've learned to be much more patient as I knew she didn't need to see me falling apart - she need me to handle/oversee her care. I didn't want her to worry or be anxious about any of it. I wanted her to live the rest of her days feeling secure and trusting my judgment when it came to making important decisions involving her care.
She nearly died in April of severe dehydration and COVID but, survived and was under hospice care until Friday. She is in a new facility in their memory care wing and she likes it there and the staff treat her really well and I have a great rapport with them as well. That's all I can hope for and be grateful for.
I wish I had specific answers for you but, all I have to offer you is understanding and letting you know I've been where you are.
You'll be in my prayers that God would give you wisdom and direction in how to deal with and accept the situation at hand.
https://www.agingcare.com/articles/signs-of-caregiver-burnout-149391.htm
I can sense your exhaustion but also your determination to go on caregiving in your home.
So the quick answer is get more help.
As health declines, Alzheimer's/Dementia progresses, care needs increase. Therefore so must the caregiving TEAM. Currently you are a team of ONE.
I sense the resentment at siblings not sharing the load. There are too many stories here to even touch on that. So very common.
Move past that. You can't change them or force them.
Start researching what Mom qualifies for & what's available in your area. Consider in-home Aides, daycare options, even a temporary stay in respite resential care.
Arranging a break for yourself is not giving up on your Mom - it is practical, necessary self-care. Without it, you could sink & then your sibs will place Mom in a NH in a heartbeat.
There will be support, help and advice you can access. Have you tried an online search for "support for family caregivers Alzheimer's Disease in [your location]"?
I lived about 20 minutes from our LO who is now in a VERY good AL, and am one of her POAs. The second POA lived less than 5 minutes away from her.
At some point, he promised to serve as a co-caregiver with me, but soon chose instead to move 1,000 miles away, leaving me with any hands on care that was needed before the Covid lockdowns.
Fortunately, I knew before he was gone that there’s no benefit to me to try to enlist help that would be grudgingly given. I expect NOTHING from him, and am no longer disturbed when no help comes forward.
IF YOU CAN, allow yourself to write your two siblings off completely. Concentrate entirely on reducing the pressure on yourself, by using whatever resources YOU HAVE to get the additional help you need. If your mother has financial resources of any kind, use them to secure respite coverage for yourself.
Is your mother eligible for any public services via Medicare, Medicaid, veteran’s survivor benefits, private philanthropy?
My mother lived for almost 5 1/2 FINE years in a SNF a five minute drive from me, with visits from me every day. Her previous life, while independent, was lonely and difficult. She expected to live and die in her home, but when that became literally impossible, I made the best choice I could, and became her ally, protector, and friend, as I had been before she became totally disabled by a totally shattered broken hip.
Life “in Covid” is different, and my present LO has suffered from the effects of it, but for her, residential placement was certainly NOT “....death in short order....”. If you are willing to consider your mother’s life to the point where you are unwilling to view your own life with compassion and objectivity, it will become more difficult as your mother’s condition continues to become more care.
What you are “becoming” may be resulting from your sense of self preservation, and that’s not a bad thing. You are fully entitled to decide FOR YOURSELF, that you will choose to care for your mother until residential care is once again safe, or your care cannot safely manage your mother’s needs, or any criteria you choose.
Don’t let any trace of guilt impact on your judgment as you decide where you want your circumstances to be in a month, 6 months, a year.
Many of us have been where you are, and learned that “balance” is not really balance unless YOU are a part of the equation, and not just the party who is doing 100%.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart
~ William Yeats
My cousin took her mother in to live with her when she developed dementia and went into a wheelchair. After about 18 months of having my Aunt live with her in an upstairs bedroom, she called to tell me that my Aunt was dying. To come over to see her if I wanted to say goodbye. My husband and I rushed right over to see her, right then and there. She was withered and small in that bed, definitely looking as if she was ready to pass. I kissed her, held her hand, reminisced with her a bit about the old days and memories we shared. She was pretty much out of it, but I did get to say my goodbyes. I was in tears as we left the house that day.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. My cousin, for some unknown reason, decided to place her mother, my Aunt, into The Dreaded Nursing Home at that point because she hadn't died after all.
My Aunt went on to live another 3 years, happy and quite healthy, in that nursing home where she had good care, companionship of other elders, 3 hot meals a day and several activities to keep her occupied. She rallied, in fact, and my husband & I went to see her several more times over the years before she finally did pass away.
Living with anger and losing your temper isn't healthy for you, or for your mother. Living in such an environment isn't better than her being placed in a nursing home, nor will placing her mean 'death in short order.' You have convinced yourself of something that isn't likely true. And have subjected yourself to a life of anger and resentment as a result.
My mother has moderate dementia at 94 years old next month. She lives in a Memory Care Assisted Living home 4 miles away where she's beautifully cared for by a team of 24/7 caregivers. I would never, under any circumstances, have her living with me b/c she and I would be fighting a LOT if she did. Like she and my grandmother did when I was growing up and mother felt obligated to care for her in our home, ruining my childhood. It was her misguided attempt to 'do the right thing' and it backfired. After 25 years, my grandmother was sent packing to go live with another daughter 2500 miles away. That lasted for about 2 months before that daughter placed her in a nursing home. She too went on to thrive in the nursing home for several years before passing away at 91. With a smile on her face, in her sleep, by the way. We are all grateful for that.
Life is filled with choices. There isn't only One Right Choice in such a situation. You matter too. Your life counts, not just your mother's. Do what's right for BOTH of you.
Wishing you the best of luck dealing with all you have on your plate. Sending you a hug & a prayer for peace.
It's amazing how people will "rush right over" to say their last goodbyes to a loved one, but would never consider visiting or offering even a few hours of respite care. Most of us here are struggling, trying to juggle caregiving, supporting a family, having a "regular" life (so to speak), and don't have the financial ability to pay for care or AL. My LH passed away in 2018. Before his passing, I contacted each of his siblings to come say their goodbyes. They traveled from other states for this visit, but not one of them offered to come for a weekend (or longer) to take care of/visit with him during his 15 month battle with cancer. With my mother--93 with dementia--out of six siblings (and a couple of nieces), only one of my sisters helps me with mom's care. It's a shameful reality...
That they need to each pay for 8 hrs, one day a week for a Caregiver to come and help to give you a break.
That would be about $100 a week from each of them or they can do the 8 hr shift themselves or choose to divide the time and do two 4 hr shifts or do one weekend once a month.
A lot of time, the siblings think that you receiving your mom's Social Security or whatever income she receives is your payment for Careing for her.
You also might see if mom can spend a weekend once a month at their home to give you a break.
Prayers
It is very possible you have not really asked for specific things that you need. Do it. At the very least - they simply say no. If they say no, point blank ask them for suggestions on what they CAN do to provide you with some help. Pay for it, send one of their kids, etc. Be open to whatever it may be that they offer.
If you get no where with conversation with them, go check out some memory care places on your own. Perhaps you can sell her home to pay for her medical needs. Be sure to tell siblings that this might be the route you have to take. Some siblings will do things they didn't plan to do if it means keeping the 'inheritance' intact.
I've done in-home care as a job for a long time. I took a case for an old woman who had Lewy Body Dementia (which wasn't severely advanced when I started but it became so), mobility problems, and was becoming incontinent. She was declining quickly. Her husband at the time was still living and able to still have a life. She was for her whole life a very social person with many friends and always on the go. For the most part I was the only person she interacted with. Her husband would go for the day and only see her for a few minutes in the evening after I put her to bed. Then he died. Her friends had stopped coming around because it was hard for them to see what she'd become. Her kids were all far away and couldn't visit often yet they insisted she be kept home because it was cheaper then a nursing home. She would have at least had some quality of life in a nursing home with other people and some socialization. The few times she spent the day at adult day care she totally loved it. They wouldn't let her continue though because she was incontinent in diapers and that was their rule. It would have been kinder to place her in a nursing home. I think it would be kinder to place your mom too. Loneliness and inactivity makes dementia worse. They will go down faster then if they're getting regular socialization and activity.
Second: A nursing home or a similar place is not "death in short order"-- that is the guilt talking. No one person can provide for all the help she needs, and sadly this will get worse. You could indeed die before her, and I'm 100% serious. You cannot keep this up. It is literally killing you, emotionally and physically. If mom was still in her right mind, would she want to see you so broken?
Please understand, I don't intend this at heartlessness-- but she is going to pass away regardless of who is caretaking. She needs the best care possible as she declines. You're no longer able to provide it. And that's not your fault.
Placing her in no way means you're failing her. Really, if you keep doing this alone, it's more of a disservice to her. As in you can't do this alone anymore. Since siblings aren't helping much, your only options are hiring help or placing her.
Guilt is so common with caregivers. Many, many people on here felt terrible for having their parents placed... and then they're pleasantly surprised later on how it's been beneficial to them both. Yes, there's horror stories too, but you can always tour places and investigate them. This may not be feasible right now with Covid, but it can be something to plan for the near future.
If your siblings give you grief about placing her or hiring people, then tell them they'll need to step up and share the responsibility with mom. Write out a schedule each month where all three of you take shifts. From what you've said here, I wouldn't count on them following through.
Of course no one wants to see their parent get worse, knowing death may not be too far away. But no one is guaranteed tomorrow! This is all too much for any one person to process. For now, focus on mom and whatever needs to be done. Don't focus on her dying until it happens. One issue at a time.
If you cannot do that you had better put her in a nursing home.
I lost my mom not due to Alzheimer's but decades of being insulin-dependent diabetic and kidney disease. Mom's feeding tube kept her needs met, but that was hard work in itself. I do not regret caring for mom. Her final years were very peaceful and wonderful (for her!) and I never had to give her any narcotics or psychotropics. She also died with perfectly good skin. I really took care of her. Because I love mom and it kills me inside she is forever gone. The blessing about Alzheimer's eventually they will no longer realize they have it and the worry and fears of life go away, and just keeping her comfortable and needs met made her very happy. Mum was on hospice for 2 years and they supplied me with diapers and other needs and renewed her routine medications and routine lab work.
You are losing your mom. We all die. Since you say you are 69 your mom is probably in her late 90's.
Everyone's situation is different. But here's what I did after agonizing for about a year over whether, when and where to move my then 95-year-old dad in late-stage dementia to a memory care facility: I didn't tell my dad about the move, instead I just drove him there and he thought we had arrived at a nice hotel like we had done many times in the past. We ate a nice dinner together and I spent the night with him, showered him in the morning, and then we ate a hearty breakfast together. I watched as he ate lunch with his new friends and left while he was participating in an activity. Then I returned and observed him eating dinner. After the first day, I rode my bike the 10 miles round trip to visit him at least once every day (and my wife visited him a couple of times weekly as well) for the next 19 months until he died at age 97. During that time, I remained his primary caregiver, but with the facility's small army of aides and my daily bike ride I was a better rested, more fit and much more patient caregiver. An unexpected bonus was that my dad became more social than he had been in many years.
As it turned out, my dad didn't remember living anywhere else over his last 80 or so years, i.e. he didn't remember living with my family for the prior 3.5 years, nor any of the three homes where he and my mom lived for 70 years. However, almost every day he would ask me to take him home, but "home" was his childhood home where he thought his mom was waiting for him (or waiting for us, since he often thought I was his dad). I always told him it was too late today since all I had was a bike, but that we could go "home" in the morning after a good night's sleep and a hot breakfast. That usually satisfied him, but when it didn't, then we would walk the halls together looking for an exit and a ride "home." Sometimes other residents overheard us and wanted us to take them to their homes and I'd tell them the same things I told my dad. My dad died in my arms 19 months after his last move and I believe he's finally home with his mom and dad.
I know the staff at some facilities advise family members not to visit for a while (my dad's staff did not), but you know your mom better than any staff will ever know her, so if you eventually decide a good facility will be better for both your mom and yourself, you should do what you think will be best for her adjustment. Like I said, everyone is different. Kudos to you for taking care of your mom full-time for three years. Best wishes to you and your mom on this difficult journey.
sending hugs...
The answer is expanding the number of people caring for your mother or changing her caregiving location. The goal is to lighten your load so you can also meet your own needs for sleep, nutrition, health, friendships, and hobbies. Consider:
More helpers - ask family members (yes, again), friends, members of faith community, and paid help (sitters and/or home health agency) to help with your mom's care. Your goal should be to lighten your load so you can meet your own needs and have "time off" daily and weekly.
Community resources - soon as everybody can get COVID vaccinations, then adult day care services will become available. You may be able to arrange for respite for a couple of days/weeks for your mother in a long term care facility so you can gain the refreshment you need.
Long term care residential facilities - most families are not equipped to care for their loved ones with dementia in the latter stages. Their loved ones tend to lose orientation to day and night - waking up everybody in the household at night. They usually become less mobile and require more lifting than most folks are used to. They become less continent and require frequent diaper changes. If you mom has gotten to this stage, there is no shame in acknowledging that she needs long term care in a residential facility. These places exist to care for loved ones when it is too difficult to do so in a home environment.