Is it the ultimate mid-life crisis? Taking care of your parent and children at the same time, the time when your life is supposed to be your own?
Alone, I am not.
Helping my daughter raise her twins
is such a bright spot, I can’t complain.
But now my mother is calling.
The script has been an easy one to follow the past few years.
She is legally blind, with macular degeneration, lives alone;
with more than a touch of agoraphobia.
For years now, afraid she was having a heart attack, she would call 911; sometimes the medics would have to break down her door, sometimes not. Off to the hospital she would go, with staff doing their due diligence in taking every test in the book, to prove, over and over that there was nothing wrong with her heart. She was an only child, of a father and his 7 brothers who all died from heart disease. Her mother, on the other hand, lived into her 90’s and died as the result of a car accident (no, she was not driving).
I have tried to talk her into moving up here with me. My sister has tried to talk her into moving to Texas with her. We tried to find her (and did) a nice “Medicare accepted” assisted living facility right where she is – but all was refused.
Two Sundays ago, we could not find mom. Another sister tried calling her all day with no answer. When she called me in a panic (mom never goes out – doesn’t own a car) I simply called the hospital down the road from her house and “found” her.
Ok, to my mom’s defense, she does have Orthostatic hypotension. She faints. Usually due to dehydration and not enough exercise. She is constantly in bed because of arthritis pain, back pain, sinus pain, etc. etc. etc. The last time it happened, my brother was temporarily staying with her and came home at 10:00AM! to find her on the bathroom floor. Apparently she had been there all night. Off to the hospital she went. Same tests, same results, nothing wrong but low blood pressure, dehydration.
So, two Sundays ago, I found mom at her local ER. The nurse told me she came in because of neck and back pain ( basically arthritis pain) and that she was free to go home but she refused….so they admitted her. The next day they sent her off to yet her 3rd Nursing home in as many years.
She arrived because she could not move her neck or arm. Her neck and arm are fine now. After about two days, she could not walk. The pain in her feet was so severe she had to be wheel-chaired to Physical Therapy. Then, she fainted. Back to bed with an IV for dehydration.
I’m trying to find out when they will release her, as she can’t go home alone. I did find out that her medical insurance will start charging her after 21 days. Does that mean they will “kick her out” at that point? They say no – but both I and they know that she won’t be able to pay…and I am selfishly trying to NOT have to pay the $800 airfare from Seattle to Tucson that it will cost to go at the last minute!
When we spoke yesterday, she told me that she was going to write a piece called “Someone Stole My Bedpan”, based on an actual occurrence at said Nursing Home. “See”, she told me, “I haven’t lost my sense of humor”. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was quickly losing mine.
She said, “Maybe when I finish it you can put it on that internet writing place of yours”.
In Part 2 I will tell you about a book I just finished that explained the “end of life tasks” of the elderly. It made so much sense to me and certainly softened my heart towards my mother’s antics. I guess they are not antics after all.
Since my mother would not appreciate me posting a picture of her here at this point, I shall post a picture of THE TWINS!!



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Your plate is overflowing, thinking of you kid
~R~
You published a photo of your gangsta grandkids actually wearing their hoodies!!! Right out in public!! Better not let Zimmerman see them.......!
(*and stay the heck out of Florida*)
;-)
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When you age you meet Mussolini.
Evil's come in varied shapes/sizes.
Never regret caring. I hear you . . .
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Remember we held hands
On Easter/Passover you hopped.
You and I played hopscotch
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We both played doctor and nurse
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fun . . .
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pro-body builder
dreaming of teaching:
grammar, punctuation,
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'a;
and hiccups to editor
and we were lover @
Kerry's kindergarden
On Hail-o-Ween he
held your lucky foot
and he go hop hop &
pulled your nice pony
and bunny tail/tale too
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Life is what it is. Pass.
Pass through no gassy.
Ask Kerry to no pass gas.
That picture is perfection. I could eat them up. ~r
Starting with those adorable twins! Is she crying? Is she laughing? But little miss on the right appears to be saying, "What's all the ruckus about?" or perhaps "Oh dear ... pay her no mind!"
Seriously, my dear friend, I can only imagine the pressure you're feeling at the moment and if you need an ear ... I am here. Wishing you luck ... sending you love .... and a big, big hug.
Love you.
Unfortunately, insurance does not cover this, but you might want to consider hiring a care-giver to come in every day for a few hours. It is about $20 an hour with a two hour minimum, but the peace of mind of knowing someone is checking on her everyday is worth the price for many families. I was a care-giver inbewteen semesters and summers in Phoenix for several years.
As for those twins.. the on one the right looks like she is going to be trouble..:)
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
Last year it changed when my Dad passed, but the scars and anxiety don't disappear overnight. All I can say is it will change, but whatever happens we have to appreciate the good things and trust in hope.
The photo certainly looks like it tells a story too. Fabulous.
The twins are gorgeous, though. I hope you can find some consolation in them.
watching the aging process
living the aging process
it ain't easy
guilt tripping
our generation be prepared
I think you need a scholarship trip for two weeks in Hawaii.
The little pink hoodie girls are SO cute.
Perhaps the two adorable sirens will sing (or cry) you through. Good luck! (And vent whenever you need to--it helps. Believe me!)
Maybe I can go like this fellow who used to occupy one of the comfy chairs at Starbucks every day, for his last few years. One day he was gone, and everyone left flowers in his chair.