Return visit
By Mike on Friday 6 June 2008, 19:03 - Journal - Permalink
I was late getting over to see mum and dad again today, and knew almost before
I left that the plan to go out for coffee was not feasible. I arrived at some
time after 1 pm and expected lunch to be only just finished. Into dad's area I
went, very determined this time to spot him as soon as possible and not make
the mistake of overlooking him again. I walked past two small people watching
TV near the door and wandered all over the complex. He was nowhere to be found,
so I decided to start my search all over again. I went back to the door and
there he was - one of the first two people I looked at. He was huddled up
asleep in a double armchair and, as I said, just looked far too small to be my
father. When I mentioned to Greg that I had failed to recognise him on
Wednesday this week, he said 'that makes three of us.' Apparently both he and
Rachel have had the same experience.
I shook dad gently and spoke to him but he was fast asleep. I went next door and found mum. She was happy to come out with me for a walk, so I led her back the way I'd come - to see dad. We found him still asleep and I tried to get mum to sit next to him but she didn't want to. It was as if I was trying to fix her up with a stranger. So, we left dad for the second time, oblivious of the fact that his family had come to visit. Mum and I returned to her area and had a cup of tea kindly provided by one of the staff. I asked mum a few questions, just to see what level of understanding she retained - I have to say that there just wasn't any. She doesn't know waht her name is, how many children she had, and nor does she recognise our names either.
When I came to leave she got up and followed me. I had to circle around and lead her back to another armchair. This kept happening - every time I got up to leave, so did she. I resorted to subterfuge in the end; I sat her down next to a chatty lady who offered her a tissue, and while she was distracted I silently got up and slipped away.
Altogether - not a very satisfactory result at all.
I drove on to Greg's place and we redid the finances for mum and dad. It only took about an hour or so, and the final result there was a good one. Our parents have enough to keep them going with a reasonable surplus each year, and our plans for the house and its contents all now seem settled and manageable. This, at least, is a relief.
I shook dad gently and spoke to him but he was fast asleep. I went next door and found mum. She was happy to come out with me for a walk, so I led her back the way I'd come - to see dad. We found him still asleep and I tried to get mum to sit next to him but she didn't want to. It was as if I was trying to fix her up with a stranger. So, we left dad for the second time, oblivious of the fact that his family had come to visit. Mum and I returned to her area and had a cup of tea kindly provided by one of the staff. I asked mum a few questions, just to see what level of understanding she retained - I have to say that there just wasn't any. She doesn't know waht her name is, how many children she had, and nor does she recognise our names either.
When I came to leave she got up and followed me. I had to circle around and lead her back to another armchair. This kept happening - every time I got up to leave, so did she. I resorted to subterfuge in the end; I sat her down next to a chatty lady who offered her a tissue, and while she was distracted I silently got up and slipped away.
Altogether - not a very satisfactory result at all.
I drove on to Greg's place and we redid the finances for mum and dad. It only took about an hour or so, and the final result there was a good one. Our parents have enough to keep them going with a reasonable surplus each year, and our plans for the house and its contents all now seem settled and manageable. This, at least, is a relief.
Comments
I no longer expect a "satisfactory" visit. Or rather, I have changed my definition of what is satisfactory. As long as he seems calm and not anxious or worried, as long has he is clean, eating well, etc., that is about all I look for.
As far as getting away, the one phrase that I have found works every time is: "Well, I have to get back to work now." He still has that depression-era reverence for work, so once I mention that, all the barriers to leaving are removed. And since I am usually going back to one form of work or another (who isn't?) I feel that it all falls within the realm of respectful honesty.
Hello Mike
I stumbled upon your journal, plugged by you on dementinet, and have just completed reading from start to finish.
What a wonderful family you have, so respectful and supportive of one another.
I'm in the UK and help my husband caring for his mother along with 4 other siblings. We had similar struggles to you whilst trying to keep Mum in her home for as long as possible. Unfortunately she was hospitalized last September and since then hasn't walked, can't feed herself nor articulate particularly well. Since she's now imobile we had to place her in a nursing home, it's a beautiful place but not person centred and she just wants to go home.
She was diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia in February 2006 and now 2 and a half years on it seems to have been a very rapid deteriation.
kind regards and much respect
Dee
Mike,
It's been a while since I checked in, and I see you've had a lot going on. You're a good son...
Mona
The Tangled Neuron