A Handpicked Family!

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.”

– RICHARD BACH author of, “Jonathon Livingston Seagull”

A few years ago, when my blog was new, I received a call from a reader who wanted to discuss her plans for creating a retirement home of her own, one where she could live for the remainder of her life. Since that time, I’ve heard from many women, it’s always been women, who have similar concepts but with interesting variations. People are so creative, it’s wonderful to observe. They’ve been inspired, often, by being a caregiver for someone else and wanting to keep their independence for as long as possible, as well as experience joy and companionship in later years.

That reader, from Virginia I believe, told me her husband was 5 years older then she and the likelihood of her being a widow one day was high. She was thinking about gradually converting her three bedroom house so that it would be suitable to bring in two more people who were of similar age and lifestyle. They would be like family for each other and share expenses to make it easier for all, while enjoying each other’s company. A private bathroom adjacent to each bedroom would be the greatest out of pocket expense to start. She could begin the work now, taking her time making improvements, therefore, keeping costs down by being flexible with completion dates. Once she had her two residents carefully chosen, as need developed, they could hire outside help at a much lower cost than if they were paying for services individually. She wanted to discuss any necessary improvements or pitfalls she might not have foreseen.

This sounded like a great idea on several levels. The one that stands out for me is the friendship that could be developed between the residents. I’m reminded of the 1980’s comedy television series, THE GOLDEN GIRLS. The writers were fabulous at showing the good hearts of very diverse characters. The four women became a family in the truest sense of the word. Fiction, but quite believable.

Loneliness is one of the most difficult aspects of old age. Everyone around you is young. Your friends pass on and there’s no one left who remembers things that are fond memories for you, like the popular music and movies from your generation. They didn’t share the historical events of your life and can’t reminisce about old times. The joy can go out of life prematurely.

This type of arrangement could be complicated. I’m not ignoring the potential problems I’m sure we can all come up with, but coming at it from a most positive angle at the start and preparing long before the need arises seems like a great idea if it appeals to you.

Another reader, a young woman in her 30’s!, told me she and her group of four best friends from high school, all professional women who had been meeting once a year since for girls weekend out, were thinking of buying a property together that they could convert to an upscale retirement home for themselves one day. Some of these girls had had personal caregiving experience with parents and grandparents. They are already a family.

Another, a seventy year old woman, recently widowed, was in transition currently. She and her affluent friends were looking for a property in a location they saw as perfect for their retirement, where they could socialize (for them near a golf course) and be close to shopping, restaurants and movies.

Creative people feel a need and fill it. It doesn’t matter what age or economic bracket you’re in, it is really nice to have friends around. It makes life worth living. I wish you joy in your Creativity!

Hugs,

 

 

 

Feel free to send me an email with some of your creative ideas. If you have questions, I’m happy to answer your emails. Our FAQ section answers a few common questions and my bio will give you information on my professional background in case I can help you in other matters.

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Winter Shoes

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On a cloudy, chilly November day in Northern California, when I was in the fifth grade, the school bell rang for recess.  I stood up from my desk, along with my classmates, and headed toward the door as was the routine.  What made this particular day stand out in my memory for over fifty years is something I want to address as it relates to those who are dependent on someone else for care. 

As we made our way to the door the teacher stopped me and pointed out, in front of all the other children, that I was wearing sandals.  My feet, in clean little white socks with the top folded down neatly in white buckled leather sandals were suddenly the focus of all my classmates attention. “Patricia, you need to be wearing Winter shoes,” she said.  “Sandals are not appropriate this time of year.”  It was an order, an instruction, as if it was the homework assignment for the night.  I was ten years old, I didn’t have control over what shoes I could wear.

As is typical of me to this day, when I don’t know how best to react, in order to maintain my dignity, I said nothing and prepared to follow the other children out the door.  However, the feeling of humiliation was deep.  I remember wanting to disappear right on the spot and make it all go away.

I was a shy little girl, considered well behaved. I couldn’t tell my teacher that my family was in a bad financial position just then. That would have embarrassed my mother and father. My father had been in bed for nearly two months healing, after falling on his back from two stories up in the cannery where he worked.  My 27 year old mother (who had a ninth grade education) with four daughters and my dad to take care of, suddenly had to find a full time job and figure out how her family would survive.  She couldn’t afford to buy three of us school shoes that September if we were going to have food on the table.

All that information passed through my mind as I stood in shock.  I never mentioned it to my mother.  There was nothing she could have done.  I understood the need for maintaining dignity in that moment. I, also, understood the lack of AWARENESS and SENSITIVITY my otherwise kind and pleasant teacher was demonstrating. 

As I write this, I can see that many readers may not find my experience all that devastating.  Especially when compared to so much more truly humiliating experiences others have suffered.  That actually may make my point.

We’re all a little different, age, circumstances and other factors influence our individual responses to the actions and insensitivity of others.  The feeling of humiliation is a primary human emotion.  Deepak Chopra, in his excellent book, “REINVENTING THE BODY, RESURRECTING THE SOUL,” states that, “Someone who has been severely humiliated, especially in childhood, will be listless, unresponsive, and withdrawn; the body will feel chronically weak and helpless.”  This will be the extreme, I’m sure.  But, as Caregivers we need to be AWARE and SENSITIVE to the feelings of those whose lives are in our care.  The vulnerable need to feel safe and secure that we’re looking out for their emotional well being along with their physical needs.  We need to protect their privacy both physically and in conversation. We need to be ALERT to changes in mood and behavior and do our best to understand what may have triggered the change instead taking the easy way out and dismissing it.  We need to protect the personal items and belongings of one who cannot protect their own things.

It’s complicated.  Caregiving is a huge, often under appreciated responsibility.  The more we understand the ramifications of other people’s behavior toward the ones in our care, the more COMPASSION we can show our loved ones.  That compassion is LOVE in its purest form. LOVE is everything and comes back to us like a boomerang when we come from the heart.  My COMPASSION for Caregivers is deep and personal.  I wish I had known more when I was caring for my dear friend with Alzheimer’s, my husband and then my dad.  I hope this information helps you be the best Caregiver you can be and makes your life a little lovelier.

Hugs,

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Sleep Deprivation

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In late June 2008 my husband’s doctors still couldn’t find a way to get his anxiety level down to a point where he could sleep at night. I’m not sure he ever slept during that time. I know some will think I’m stretching the truth, but I rarely got more than twenty minutes sleep at a time from late April until the fourth of July. He needed company. My husband’s psychiatrist tried several medications but was not able to figure out a solution to our sleeping problem. He said the next step was to go to a psychiatric hospital. That my husband would be under 24 hour observation and a specialist would figure out how to get him to sleep. I was desperate.

We went to the hospital (a lock down unit) and prepared for him to check in. The process was lengthy. It took hours to go through the paperwork and interviews. By the time we were done with admission my husband didn’t want to check in anymore. He said he was tired and would be more comfortable if we came back tomorrow. You can be sure I was afraid that he might not want to return the next day. He was a very clever man. He could be trying to trick me. But, that didn’t happen. He was reluctant, but wanted to find a way to sleep.

Upon arrival the next day, I asked the staff to say that the rules were that I could not stay past 8 PM or arrive before 8 AM. I was determined to get sleep now. The doctor came in and discussed our case with us. He had prescribed a medication for sleep. That day I arranged for 24 hour personal attendants and taught them everything I could about how to take care of his every need. Believe me, the people that knew us well could tell you what it took to take care of this blind, deaf, impatient man who was used to my being there for anything he needed. I wanted him to be comfortable and cared for so we would have the best chance of this working.

It was hard to leave him that night, but I did. I had the deepest nights sleep of my life. It was July 3, 2008, a night for which I shall forever be grateful. Of course, the phone rang in the morning about 7 am. He had not slept. He said the attendant was behaving badly and when was I coming back? I took a shower, got ready and drove to the hospital thinking about how dangerous it was for me to be driving.

The next day went by with visits from one or another nurse on duty and from the doctor. Tonight he would try another sleep medication. Of course, my husband was complaining so the doctor told him that he could go home as soon as he slept through the night. Well, that did it. Mind over matter? The meds worked, he slept through the 4th of July fireworks, and conned an attendant to go to a phone and call me at 6 AM the next morning. At least I had two nights sleep and the promise of more to come.

After that things were “better” in the sleep department. We saw his psychiatrist every week for a while and then less often, until my husband’s passing in March 2010. I will always be so grateful to that man.

Hugs,

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Accept Your Feelings and Newfound Freedoms

Recently I came across an article on the AARP website that was aptly entitled, “Feeling Relief (and Guilt) at Caregiving’s End“. In it, the article discusses the emotions that caregivers go through once their care recipient is no longer with them. Feelings of guilt or of being misunderstood, in truth there are a number of different emotions that a caregiver can feel once this happens, but the emotion that may be the most difficult to adjust to (and even more difficult to accept), is the feeling of relief.

If this sounds like something that you are currently experiencing, then I strongly recommend reading the article by clicking this link. If you would like someone to speak with you may also send me an email at patricia@caregivingcornerstone.com.

Hugs,

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Moving is a Big Deal!

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Summer is over and I’m getting lots of questions all of the sudden about moving elderly parents. Some are moving to assisted living facilities in different states to be near different family members, others are moving in with their children, while others are moving to a higher level of care. In all cases, expect a move of residence to have a noticeable effect on the emotions of your loved one, at least temporarily.

Usually, it’s just a matter of adjustment. As things settle in after a few weeks and new routine takes hold, a comfort level sets in. Sometimes, it is a bigger adjustment.

Involving your loved one in many details of the move, in my opinion, can be a mistake. It can cause anxiety and heart ache. It might set everyone involved on edge. Keep it simple and be very respectful. You might be sorry if you think they’ll feel better being involved. Test with a few questions and see what response you get. Does it make them happy to be involved or do they change the subject or get angry? It requires more patience, but you will have a much better experience and a happier outcome for all concerned if your mom/dad is not reminded constantly of details about a move they’re often not happy about in the first place. If it’s time for you, the caregiver, to be in charge, than gently take charge.

Make the decisions about what can be included in the move generously. Having as many familiar pieces of furniture and pictures around as possible can make a huge difference in anxiety level. If you’re moving from one town to another, is it possible to put some things in a storage place, costing maybe $100 for about a month, to see how things go? It could be money well spent and you’ll know in short time if some things are not missed or needed. When your mom says, where’s my tray table?, I need it so I can sit in front of the TV while I eat, you will be able to honestly say, it’s safe, we couldn’t bring it on the plane, but it’s coming. Think of the sadness you’d both feel if you had to tell her you gave it away. With that said, it’s not going to be a perfect situation no matter what you do. If you do your best, you’ll know it’s all that could have been done. And that is perfect.

On moving day, be compassionate. If possible, have family or friends take your loved one away from the commotion before it starts and keep them from seeing all their possessions being moved. It’s a very emotional experience that can, hopefully, be avoided. If it’s a long distance move, I’m sure there will be a competent loving person accompanying your loved one. Doing all the moving-in and arranging before they arrive will make it much easier on your mom/dad. They can move things around to their liking later, but you’ll save them from possible disorientation, confusion and maybe depression. Keep things simple and uncluttered whenever possible for less confusion.

In my experience, when the higher levels of care are required, as in cases of advanced Alzheimer’s patients, the confusion caused by new surroundings can be permanent. It’s a sign that the disease is advancing. The Caregiver now needs to be more aware. Expect the unexpected. If you’re managing your loved ones care, and they live in a separate residence, you’ll want to ask more questions of the staff about behavior and the level of interest in socializing. Understand that people are still very clever when elderly and always want to be in control of their own lives. We all do, it’s human nature. Wandering into other residents rooms and “borrowing things” is very common. The management of a facility will not be shocked if a watch or purse is missing. Hiding things of value and not remembering where they are happens to the best of us! Sometimes pictures are gone from a photo album and found in another’s room. It’s just that a wandering resident found them interesting. They can easily be returned. Patience and compassion goes a long way here. For more information on this subject, please read my past blogs: Alzheimer’s I & II.

As in everything involved in Caregiving, your own good judgement about the individual situation is the best you can bring to the table. You have resources, you’re not alone. Please feel free to ask me questions and send me your stories. I love hearing from you.

Until soon, I wish you love and compassion.

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