New update:
We're currently facing...well, we don't know. When I say "we", I mean my sister & I because it can only affect us in a way that nobody else can really, truly understand.
Mum's been in and out of hospital 4 times in the past 3 weeks and on Monday - 5 days ago - she was discharged for the 3rd time, able to walk unaided, get up from her chair & bed and eat & drink with a little assistance. She originally went in with a UTI.
Now, something that I though would happen over months has happened in days and she cannot walk, stand, feed or drink. I've been advised to look for Nursing Homes.
Wow! It's all happening so fast. Is this common? I keep hearing about "downturns". What are they? I've heard it said a lot recently with regard to her constant to & from hospital saga. But really...in 5 days? Go from walking unaided to being immobile? On Thursday the carers needed three people to get her out of her chair to the bed (downstairs) and even then, she was dead-weight. She has been since.
Could it just be the heat (am I reaching here?)?
On Thursday the social care lady at the hospital spoke to me (I called her for independent advice as someone I actually trust and who knows mum), and she made me realise that looking at homes is a positive thing for if and when the time comes. She agrees that the best place for mum is her own home (well, that was on Thursday). She said she didn't think mum met the criteria for continuing care so we started looking at options for funding this if it had to happen. However, the Assessment Team were taking over her care and their aim is to assess her needs in terms of remaining ion her own home.
One day later...she's back in hospital. They cannot lift her. She won't drink. She needs hospital equipment at home so that she can be washed, pad changed etc etc etc. So I go home and clear the living room ready for delivery of bed etc on Mon, along with delivery of mum, hopefully.
My lovely social care lady calls and she's put in an urgent request for continuing care. WOW! Another drastic change. Suddenly, rapidly her situation has changed so much that she's eligable.
I say I may not come by that hospital that day (Yesterday) because I had to get back to see the children (1hr 30min drive home) but that I'd see her Monday. She said she thought I should...so I had no regrets. WOW! Another drastic change. Where did THAT come from? She was very honest and said she had a gut feeling and that she wanted mum to prove her wrong. In her words, she didn't want mum to die in hospital...
Mum might not make it? But she was walking on Monday. It's not making any sense at all, and my husband and sister are saying it's just the heat, but I'm sort of sharing Janice's gut-feeling.
But it's all too fast isn't it?
I'm a funny one for signs you know. Yesterday, dealing with all this, on top of the previous day, dealing with it in a different way, I feel enveloped by mum's life. I had 3 strange coincidences (signs?) that strangely make me feel at ease. The first was when I was on my way to visit mum in hospital. I was dithering and making sub-conscious decisions to stay longer at her house...tidying, buying flowers, FEBREEZING the armchairs, carpets & curtains!!!! I didn't want to go to the hospital... But as I left the house, I spotted a familiar face. Now I never see anyone I recognise at mum's anymore except her dinasaur nosy neighbours (who'd prefer she was in a home, so they'd have "normal" neighbours again. Anyway, it was the District Nurse from the Hospice where my dad spent his final weeks. How strange, her mother lived in the same road. She'd never mentioned it before on the few occasions we met last year.
It was a short chat then I was off...
Saw mum. She was lying in a pool of her own urine...again...but was so happy to see me. She doesn't speak, but opened her eyes wide and said a clear and cheery "Hallo!". After that she drifted in and out of my world and hers. Very sleepy.
After leaving (and after waiting til they came to change her sheets) I found there were terrible hold-ups on the M25 so I decided on a different route home. As I approached the roundabout, I was faced with a big sign: ROAD CLOSED. To cut a long story short, I followed the diversion, had no idea where I was til I recognised the area. I had only been there for one other reason, same time last year. Dad's Hospice.
When I got home, I told my husband everything that had happened and all the updates on mum. I mentioned that we may have to cancel our holiday to Menorca again this year if things don't settle. We had to cancel our trip to Menorca last year because Dad was dying, and we're supposed to be going in 4 weeks time. I said we were destined never to go...then I remembered another wierd thing that had happened on the way home. As part of my diversion, I took a wrong turn and had to do a U-turn in a little side road. It was called "MENORCA DRIVE". Uncanny. Maybe that's a sign that it's the closest I'll get to Menorca this year.
Don't know and maybe it's my nature to think the worst, so that any good news is easier to handle, but my gut says things aren't looking good. But I still can't fathom how quickly all this is happening. I'm looking at Nursing homes near me tomorrow. I just hope she gets the chance to get there, so I can spend more time with her.
Any experiences (perhaps without the wierd "signs"!) of such rapid deterioration?
Head spinning,
Annie x x x x
We're currently facing...well, we don't know. When I say "we", I mean my sister & I because it can only affect us in a way that nobody else can really, truly understand.
Mum's been in and out of hospital 4 times in the past 3 weeks and on Monday - 5 days ago - she was discharged for the 3rd time, able to walk unaided, get up from her chair & bed and eat & drink with a little assistance. She originally went in with a UTI.
Now, something that I though would happen over months has happened in days and she cannot walk, stand, feed or drink. I've been advised to look for Nursing Homes.
Wow! It's all happening so fast. Is this common? I keep hearing about "downturns". What are they? I've heard it said a lot recently with regard to her constant to & from hospital saga. But really...in 5 days? Go from walking unaided to being immobile? On Thursday the carers needed three people to get her out of her chair to the bed (downstairs) and even then, she was dead-weight. She has been since.
Could it just be the heat (am I reaching here?)?
On Thursday the social care lady at the hospital spoke to me (I called her for independent advice as someone I actually trust and who knows mum), and she made me realise that looking at homes is a positive thing for if and when the time comes. She agrees that the best place for mum is her own home (well, that was on Thursday). She said she didn't think mum met the criteria for continuing care so we started looking at options for funding this if it had to happen. However, the Assessment Team were taking over her care and their aim is to assess her needs in terms of remaining ion her own home.
One day later...she's back in hospital. They cannot lift her. She won't drink. She needs hospital equipment at home so that she can be washed, pad changed etc etc etc. So I go home and clear the living room ready for delivery of bed etc on Mon, along with delivery of mum, hopefully.
My lovely social care lady calls and she's put in an urgent request for continuing care. WOW! Another drastic change. Suddenly, rapidly her situation has changed so much that she's eligable.
I say I may not come by that hospital that day (Yesterday) because I had to get back to see the children (1hr 30min drive home) but that I'd see her Monday. She said she thought I should...so I had no regrets. WOW! Another drastic change. Where did THAT come from? She was very honest and said she had a gut feeling and that she wanted mum to prove her wrong. In her words, she didn't want mum to die in hospital...
Mum might not make it? But she was walking on Monday. It's not making any sense at all, and my husband and sister are saying it's just the heat, but I'm sort of sharing Janice's gut-feeling.
But it's all too fast isn't it?
I'm a funny one for signs you know. Yesterday, dealing with all this, on top of the previous day, dealing with it in a different way, I feel enveloped by mum's life. I had 3 strange coincidences (signs?) that strangely make me feel at ease. The first was when I was on my way to visit mum in hospital. I was dithering and making sub-conscious decisions to stay longer at her house...tidying, buying flowers, FEBREEZING the armchairs, carpets & curtains!!!! I didn't want to go to the hospital... But as I left the house, I spotted a familiar face. Now I never see anyone I recognise at mum's anymore except her dinasaur nosy neighbours (who'd prefer she was in a home, so they'd have "normal" neighbours again. Anyway, it was the District Nurse from the Hospice where my dad spent his final weeks. How strange, her mother lived in the same road. She'd never mentioned it before on the few occasions we met last year.
It was a short chat then I was off...
Saw mum. She was lying in a pool of her own urine...again...but was so happy to see me. She doesn't speak, but opened her eyes wide and said a clear and cheery "Hallo!". After that she drifted in and out of my world and hers. Very sleepy.
After leaving (and after waiting til they came to change her sheets) I found there were terrible hold-ups on the M25 so I decided on a different route home. As I approached the roundabout, I was faced with a big sign: ROAD CLOSED. To cut a long story short, I followed the diversion, had no idea where I was til I recognised the area. I had only been there for one other reason, same time last year. Dad's Hospice.
When I got home, I told my husband everything that had happened and all the updates on mum. I mentioned that we may have to cancel our holiday to Menorca again this year if things don't settle. We had to cancel our trip to Menorca last year because Dad was dying, and we're supposed to be going in 4 weeks time. I said we were destined never to go...then I remembered another wierd thing that had happened on the way home. As part of my diversion, I took a wrong turn and had to do a U-turn in a little side road. It was called "MENORCA DRIVE". Uncanny. Maybe that's a sign that it's the closest I'll get to Menorca this year.
Don't know and maybe it's my nature to think the worst, so that any good news is easier to handle, but my gut says things aren't looking good. But I still can't fathom how quickly all this is happening. I'm looking at Nursing homes near me tomorrow. I just hope she gets the chance to get there, so I can spend more time with her.
Any experiences (perhaps without the wierd "signs"!) of such rapid deterioration?
Head spinning,
Annie x x x x