A few years ago I got the call. My 84-year old, active, vibrant, still-working mother fell and sustained a compound fracture of her femur. Even though I've worked in the senior care field for 30 years, I'll admit that I wasn't completely prepared for this crisis.
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A few weeks ago my husband and I found ourselves in a situation that doesn't come often enough. We were home alone, and our three kids were out.
My little sister is here from her Zambian home. Also an outpost, but better populated than mine. She has a supermarket with more than one trolley which is all our Amory sports because there's never more than one of us who require it at any one time.
When you lose someone to dementia, the new "person" they become begins to replace your memories of them pre-disease. It becomes hard to hold onto the details of who they were. By taking care of my son, I've been able to reconstruct memories of my "real mother."
If you're already experiencing emotional struggles and feeling distressed, you should promptly seek help from a primary care or mental health professional. If things are generally going well and you want to prevent or reduce the impact of potential emotional challenges, here are some tips for coping:
The neurologist does not cushion his words. He tells us how it is. She won't read again. I am standing behind mum. I daren't say anything; my word...
Dealing with the challenges of caring for people at opposing ends of the life spectrum may or may not be the situation you are in... yet. But if you have kids and parents in your life, you just may need some examples to help you recognize what that will look like.
Once again, I was feeling tense with a knot in my stomach. I was preparing to leave town to speak at a conference. I was doing my utmost to ensure my mother had everything she might need.
Like an anthropologist who practices participant observation I have come to discover that 8-year-old boys and 84-year-old women are similar in ways that bug the crap out of me.
I washed off a Boxtop this morning and realized that I've lost my sense of me. The Boxtop doesn't matter. I'm gone. Put my picture on a carton of milk, or better yet, on a wine bottle. I need to stop worrying about Boxtops.
...or your boss, or your child, or your colleague. I want you to learn how to communicate with anyone. Have you ever wondered why your Mom won't stop calling you? Or why teens today speak exclusively in emoticons? Or your Dad STILL writes "Dear Vanessa" in his text messages?
It is a lesson in patience to bite our lips and keep our fingers still rather than trying to build her the perfect piece of fishing equipment. We are slow to learn, and are still working out the right way to respond when she admits the minnow is gone. We usually just point out another fish and renew our hope that perhaps she'll be able to catch it.
Other than divorce and death of a loved one, few things are more disorienting than the shift from being cared for by your parents to caring for your parents. The change creates some serious turbulence.