My 84 yr old (soon to be 85) mom is now in mid stage dementia, although I don't know that her ALZ has progressed that far. Still, she doesn't want to be here. My stepdad passed 9 years ago and she's been grieving for him ever since. She periodically has vivid dreams of him standing by her bed and telling her he's coming back for her soon. Sometimes she seems frightened by the dreams and other times she seems to be looking forward to it happening. Almost every day she says she's lived too long and/or she's tired of living.
And I ride a roller coaster of emotions. I love her - well, I love who she used to be before these terrible conditions started to remake her. She was vibrant, a bit vain (she was beautiful when she was younger and people still comment how lovely she is for her age), active, involved, secure, confident, smart.... Now about the only one of those adjectives that still fit is vain! LOL. Now, though, she's insecure, staid, reclusive, anxious, depressed, losing grip on reality, losing her ability to take care of herself, losing the desire to take care of herself. In the 7 months since she was officially diagnosed she's mentally, emotionally and physically declined tremendously.
And as for me, within almost the same heartbeat, as I wait for her to wake up in the mornings, I half hope she'll have passed peacefully in her sleep and then am terrified that she did and I've lost her. I worry that I'll grow to resent who she becomes and who I become from burning out as her caregiver. I worry that my daughter's only real memories of her grandparents will be of her Papa declining from Parkinson's during her teen years and her Sasa declining from dementia and ALZ 10 years later.
Tell me I'm not alone. Tell me I'm not horrible for wanting this to end before it gets worse. Tell me it's okay to miss my mom even when she's standing in front of me. Tell me its normal to want to grasp her as tight as possible before she slips further away.
You are definitely not alone. My mother did the best she could to raise us. Unfortunately, my 4 siblings have chosen to not forgive her. But, because I am a compassionate and empathic soul, I couldn't just leave her to deteriorate alone. It has happened so quickly. So, after reading the book "Final Gifts", I began to understand what was happening to my mom. As I persevered, our relationship has completely changed to a very loving relationship. I do call it a gift. I must say though, if I hadn't been doing work on myself these past 20 years, I wouldn't be able to have any kind of relationship with her now. I am so grateful.
Sending you love and peace, my friend.
BTW... I still wish she would slip into the night so she doesn't need to suffer anymore.
Bless you!
my Mom. Did all I could do but yes, at 94, glad to
see her go. She loved being sick, had money, no
real need for nursing home. She had so much but
she called ambulance like a taxi!! She had me convinced
she was broke but NO she was not. Sister & her crew
got most of her money!!
I do hope you find some peace somehow.
God give you peace, comfort and all the hugs that you need.
I WISH I had words of wisdom, or comfort, to lend you, BUT, PLEASE find yourself a local support group where others, like you, are going through the very same thing! It'll help talking/sharing with others who're going through it, too, and perhaps you'll even discover other resources that will help!!! Hang in there.... I KNOW EXACTLY where you're coming from!!!
None of us want our loved ones to suffer and if we are honest we know that it is likely to get worse as time goes by.
Many hugs to you and I wish you courage for the future.
Same conflicting emotions--and guilt.
Sending a hug!
Sue
Hugs back your way!
Some days, I just wish that she would pass quietly. Other days, I have hopes that she will improve and be able to get back to where she used to be. She expresses that she wants to walk again. Some days I think it can happen. Other days, I'm almost certain it won't. It's hard to reconcile this in my mind.
My mom was walking, driving, cooking for herself, etc. and had a mitral clip put in to stop a leaky heart valve. The doctors opted to do this procedure instead of open heart due to her age. The clip failed due to her valve being too fragile. She went home after a few days from the procedure. Then was having diarhea and went back to the hospital. This is when everything started going downhill. She now has tremendous pain, which one doc says is due to infection in her spine. The infection in the spine was caused by an infection in her blood which was caused by an infection in her heart. The antibiotics caused her to have C-Diff.
It just seems like all the cards are stacked against her now. She keeps asking me, I wonder what the surgeon is going to do about the bad clip. I'm not sure there's anything that CAN be done at this point. No one is going to touch her to do open heart NOW.
I want to just bring her home and let her go on hospice, but then there are days I go and visit where she's looking and sounding much better.
This is hard. You are not alone. We don't like seeing our loved ones in pain or losing who they were. I totally understand the roller coaster. <<< Hugs to you >>>
I was told by the smirking social workers at his rehab/nursing home "Your father is never leaving here." I shot back, "You don't know my father!"
It took a lot to get the infections under control (yes, he had chromic c-diff too - awful!). He lost both legs and was on lots of antibiotics.
He actually got prosthetics although he mostly uses a wheel chair or scooter to get around. But he's slightly younger than your mom and has 3 good years since everyone was so certain he was going to die. Lots of outings with family, many new girlfriends (oh, my!), even took himself on a vacation! Remember, anything is possible.
I remember fighting with the 'rehab' to get his pain under control, and you may have to as well. Especially if they decide she has limited time left - no need for senseless suffering.
I had to promise myself during that hard period that if he did die, I'd try to remember that I did all I could for him. You need to be easy on yourself too. It's exhausting and stressful, and sometimes we don't realize how much we aren't caring for or being kind to ourselves.
Best of luck to you & your mom, and sending hugs for you both!
At the end, when she was in the mood to eat, we ate only ice cream. She loved it and so did I.
You are not alone in this journey and you are not a bad person for feeling the way you do. I am taking care of my mom, (96) with frontal lobal dementia. She had a bad fall in early July of this year and hurt her back. She has not been the same since. There were no broken bones and no concussion, just badly bruised muscles, not even a bruise on her back, but in constant pain. She is now on hospice care, but still in her home, which I have been living with her since 2014 after my dad passed away from alzheimers. They say it was dementia, but his dementia not the same as moms. I am slowly watching her wither away, not wanting to eat any food, and making all kinds of noises because of the pain in her back. They gave me morphine to give her for her pain. In the beginning it was only making her sleep without her having any strength to get out of bed, but now she can get out of bed and walk to the bathroom (with her walker and under supervision). She is constantly talking to people when she is in bed, imagines kids under her bed and babies that need to be tended to. She wants to go home. I too feel that she is not the mom I grew up with who was always there as a buffer between us girls and dad. I miss that mom. I also would like her suffering to end and for her to finally be at peace. But she has a strong mind and a strong body. She has no other diseases other than being hard of hearing and her dementia. Your words brought tears to my eyes, because I know it is so hard to want them to go and yet not. I am in the same place you are. I wish you love and peace and hugs and prayers and to let you know you are not alone. I am thankful for this forum for it gives me an outlet and listen to others in my situation.
You are not alone! I would say that the roller coaster of emotions is normal and to be expected. I think the best you can do is find some time for respite; to take a break and catch your breath, if you can. It definitely helps to have someone you can turn to, to talk, vent, scream or do whatever you need to release the anxiety that builds.
Sending you prayers and hugs.
I had that happen to me when actually talking directly with DSS, as my mother was receiving some aid county aid that went thru DSS. I was telling the woman (who I had been working with for well over 5 years & thought I had a good relationship) that mom was wasting away and her vascular dementia was getting worse....at that point mom was pretty much bed bound. I recall I was even crying at the time of my comments, which were expressing essentially that 'it was time for mom to pass b/f it got worse, as I didn't want to see her suffer with a slow lingering death (mom was diabetic, frail, small, had lost her left leg some 6 years earlier from diabetes). I told her that her food/water intake had slowed down and I was watching her urine output and might need to have her be taken via ambulance to the hospital but was going to wait the rest of the day and make that decision b/c it not a small matter to set all this in motion. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT BITCH DID??!! She spoke w/her supervisor and then actually put in a complaint charging ELDER ABUSE. Now, you want to talk about the crap they put you through on their baseless, draconian system that goes on for weeks-to-months invading your home, forcing you to answer all their 'we caught you' questions/surveillance. Ofcourse, in the end it all went away and they were so so wrong and it's certainly helped me to see just who/what this government system is all about! That system is linked in with your local sheriff's department and if you refuse to comply with their invasion, they can literally have cops come to your home and arrest you. STAY AWAY FROM the NAZI DSS. That's my story! How dare they after having taken care of BOTH my parents for well over 12 years, day-in, day-out! I'd do it again b/c I had wonderful parents and they deserved my care....but don't you dare question my heart! That's what I say to you dear lady, it's OK to feel the way you feel and it's OK to want you dear mother to pass on, as nature intended. Our world now has been turned upside down to murder of MILLIONS of unborn and many now, born alive children who are SUPPOSE to live out their lives while in many instances, families are criticized for being ready for their loved ones to pass in quiet and peace. GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION to know it's OK....you know deep down it is ok, and natural. Try to take care of yourself, it's not easy physically and certainly not easy emotionally. God Bless!! Rebecca
on Hospice she needs to be; there will be help for you also
through them. Keep talking to mom as her hearing is the last
to disappear. Good luck and get yourself some support.
https://youtu.be/_RCRZxIqMZ8
You can just play it in the background and experiment with different years!
You’re a brave and good person and music will be good for your soul as well!
There are many groups out there that you can physically attend. Seek out a counselor in your area that specializes in this arena. Go out to https://www.alzconnected.org/solutions.aspx or alz.org they offer so many options for assistance, not only for your mom, but for you, as well.
Remember, this is a team effort and as you read the responses to your question, know a hug is being sent with each and every one!!!!
You will get through this and you will be stronger for it. : )
It sounds like you feel isolated and a bit burned out. I think looking at respite care options, a short vacation, even a weekend, or full day off, might help. I encourage you to seek out a support group for caregivers, perhaps through a church or organization in your area.
There is some joy to be found in the journey...my mother in law had a great sense of humor and it would pop out every mow and then, like sunshine through the clouds on rainy days. Embrace those moments...and hold on. Dwell on those good days, good memories. Journaling helped me...sanity through lost sleep and the endless piles of urine soaked laundry every day.
At the end, the saving grace was dinners in the back yard under the old tree where I have the grill...with a bottle of wine shared with my husband after her bedtime, and our dogs for company. Moments of peace in the middle of chaos.
She's become a Debbie Downer, will only watch news or Datelines, 48 Hours, Forensic Files and considers me her property by 6pm each day so we can watch these shows exclusively. I've tried others, but it's just easier to do it her way. She's obsessed with laxatives and has a hoard that I've yet to find, but I do know when she takes them. House is the one I grew up in, only 1,100 sq ft, but she's good at hiding things. Forgot to mention it is in a high crime area of Dallas. I moved from a nearby suburb where things were newer and peaceful after selling the house I built and loved.
She was the baby of her family. Now, everything centers around her. If something bad happens, it's her fault. She loves a good pity party or worry session but I refuse, sometimes hourly, to listen. I explain that it sucks my soul and she has others who will listen but I'm not one of them.
True story: About 30 years ago, my sister's ex did something awful to her. She told my mother and my mother told me, ending the story with saying it was HER fault because she missed church on Wednesday night! I told her that explains a lot - I didn't know God allowed things to happen, good or bad, based on her choices. Just an example of one of the things that's become more exaggerated as she ages. And the pattern of indirect communication. I don't triangulate.
I need quiet time, so I now get up no later than 6am. Thankfully, I've got her going to bed at 7:30pm after watching recorded murder. I, too, wonder when she sleeps past 7:30 if this is the day. And I'm fine if it ever turns out to be.
Stories about people living to be in their late 90s and older rock what sanity I have left. I'm fairly convinced she will outlive me. I talk to geckos in the yard just to be heard. Needless to say, I seldom get out and therapy isn't an option since leaving her unsupervised isn't an option. Thank you for your honest post and, if you read this to the end, you are a saint! We aren't alone.