This is a bit of any essay, and does not warrant responses, but I just wanted to share an Alzheimers journey that is one of the easier ones. It is more for people who have just had a diagnosis, to show that each person is different and you may be lucky and not experience some of the worst behaviours that others on here have to deal with. This is the story of my mum who is 87 and moved into a Care Home 2 months ago.
My Dad died aged 69 in 1991, very suddenly and unexpectedly. Mum was 67 and for the next 11 years she managed on her own – not happy, but surviving. Probably around 2002 we started to notice small changes, the usual stuff of repeated conversations, losing things, etc. However by 2005 we realised it was more than just the natural ageing process and following tests she was diagnosed with Alzheimers. Because my brother lived close by and she had good neighbours, mum was able to carry on living in her own home for the next 3 years. As well as holding down a busy job my brother also had to do her shopping for her, keep an eye out, and of course almost daily fix the things she declared were broken (washing machine, TV, etc).
In 2008 we as a family agreed that mum could no longer carry on living as she was. The food wasn’t being eaten, she looked thin, ill and spent much of the day in bed feeling sick and off-balance (we later realised that her one glass of wine a day was actually several, although she never realised and the off-balance was probably a hangover). She was also only eating toast and biscuits. Although clothes rarely got changed she still always looked smart, fully made up, hair done and her house immaculate. Looking back now I am surprised we never thought of getting carers in, but TBH it just didn’t occur to us. We thought about moving her to sheltered housing even closer to my brother, but felt she would struggle to adapt to an unfamiliar environment and would actually make her confusion worse.
OH and I were discussing the dilemma and I suddenly said that in an ideal world I would have my poor mum come and live with us. To my surprise he instantly agreed that he thought it was the right thing. Mum was very keen on the idea and a few months later we sold houses, moved to the country and mum came to live with us, our two grown up daughters and a few horses and other assorted pets. We added an annexe so that we could live slightly separately. Only then did we truly realise just how much this disease had destroyed my mum. She became very dependent on us, always confused and couldn’t ever be left alone as she had no idea where she was or how to do anything, apart from making tea and burnt toast !! Fortunately she has never shown any aggressive or nasty behaviour.
During the next 3 and a half years she followed a natural decline and loss of abilities. She was still able to dress herself, mostly continent, but little else. She went to Day Care 2 days a week, but that was our only freedom. She suffered several UTI s, falls and periods in hospital, which I found very scary. Fortunately it was only when she had a UTI that I had to do any “personal” care, but she was always too ill to cause either of us any embarrassment.
When I hear of all the problems others on here go through I realise that we have been very lucky. However even caring for an easy dementia sufferer takes its toll and last November I pretty much broke down with the stress of it all. Her 24/7 dependence of being with me and constant questioning proved too much. I think we knew it was coming as we had just visited a lot of Care Homes with a view to respite. Mum would be self-funding so at no point have we ever had any dealings with SS or CPNs. When mum first moved in I had presumed I would look after her till her physical needs became such that I could no longer manage. However I will be honest it got to the point when after over 3 years I knew I needed to get my life back.
We found the right CH and on the day I totally flipped they said she could come the next day. We just took her to the CH and once there and said that we needed to go and look after my in-laws for a couple of weeks and she would be staying there as we couldn’t leave her on her own. She wasn’t happy, but too confused to do anything about it. She kept asking what the place was and we just said it was a hotel for older people with staff who would help her. Fortunately because she doesn’t wander and still had very good social skills she was able to move into the Residential side as opposed to the Dementia Unit.
It was initially for respite, with a view to regular respite periods and eventually full time care. However she settled in so well, that both the CH and her Alzheimer’s Day Care suggested that was it really a good idea to keep moving her in and out when we all knew that it would not be that long before it would be full time. It is a lovely CH, beautiful setting, all on one level so she has the freedom to move from her room to the lounges, conservatories, gardens, etc. Do I feel Guilty? A bit, but I know I have given her 3 years of care and safety and found the right place for the rest of her days. I still visit every other day, so haven’t totally given up on caring. Mum has had Alzheimers for over 9 years now, and although it is an awful disease I feel it has been relatively kind to her. She had her 6 month assessment this week and is still scoring 16 which amazes everyone as it seems totally at odds with her normal abilities and understanding. Who knows what the future holds.
Sue
My Dad died aged 69 in 1991, very suddenly and unexpectedly. Mum was 67 and for the next 11 years she managed on her own – not happy, but surviving. Probably around 2002 we started to notice small changes, the usual stuff of repeated conversations, losing things, etc. However by 2005 we realised it was more than just the natural ageing process and following tests she was diagnosed with Alzheimers. Because my brother lived close by and she had good neighbours, mum was able to carry on living in her own home for the next 3 years. As well as holding down a busy job my brother also had to do her shopping for her, keep an eye out, and of course almost daily fix the things she declared were broken (washing machine, TV, etc).
In 2008 we as a family agreed that mum could no longer carry on living as she was. The food wasn’t being eaten, she looked thin, ill and spent much of the day in bed feeling sick and off-balance (we later realised that her one glass of wine a day was actually several, although she never realised and the off-balance was probably a hangover). She was also only eating toast and biscuits. Although clothes rarely got changed she still always looked smart, fully made up, hair done and her house immaculate. Looking back now I am surprised we never thought of getting carers in, but TBH it just didn’t occur to us. We thought about moving her to sheltered housing even closer to my brother, but felt she would struggle to adapt to an unfamiliar environment and would actually make her confusion worse.
OH and I were discussing the dilemma and I suddenly said that in an ideal world I would have my poor mum come and live with us. To my surprise he instantly agreed that he thought it was the right thing. Mum was very keen on the idea and a few months later we sold houses, moved to the country and mum came to live with us, our two grown up daughters and a few horses and other assorted pets. We added an annexe so that we could live slightly separately. Only then did we truly realise just how much this disease had destroyed my mum. She became very dependent on us, always confused and couldn’t ever be left alone as she had no idea where she was or how to do anything, apart from making tea and burnt toast !! Fortunately she has never shown any aggressive or nasty behaviour.
During the next 3 and a half years she followed a natural decline and loss of abilities. She was still able to dress herself, mostly continent, but little else. She went to Day Care 2 days a week, but that was our only freedom. She suffered several UTI s, falls and periods in hospital, which I found very scary. Fortunately it was only when she had a UTI that I had to do any “personal” care, but she was always too ill to cause either of us any embarrassment.
When I hear of all the problems others on here go through I realise that we have been very lucky. However even caring for an easy dementia sufferer takes its toll and last November I pretty much broke down with the stress of it all. Her 24/7 dependence of being with me and constant questioning proved too much. I think we knew it was coming as we had just visited a lot of Care Homes with a view to respite. Mum would be self-funding so at no point have we ever had any dealings with SS or CPNs. When mum first moved in I had presumed I would look after her till her physical needs became such that I could no longer manage. However I will be honest it got to the point when after over 3 years I knew I needed to get my life back.
We found the right CH and on the day I totally flipped they said she could come the next day. We just took her to the CH and once there and said that we needed to go and look after my in-laws for a couple of weeks and she would be staying there as we couldn’t leave her on her own. She wasn’t happy, but too confused to do anything about it. She kept asking what the place was and we just said it was a hotel for older people with staff who would help her. Fortunately because she doesn’t wander and still had very good social skills she was able to move into the Residential side as opposed to the Dementia Unit.
It was initially for respite, with a view to regular respite periods and eventually full time care. However she settled in so well, that both the CH and her Alzheimer’s Day Care suggested that was it really a good idea to keep moving her in and out when we all knew that it would not be that long before it would be full time. It is a lovely CH, beautiful setting, all on one level so she has the freedom to move from her room to the lounges, conservatories, gardens, etc. Do I feel Guilty? A bit, but I know I have given her 3 years of care and safety and found the right place for the rest of her days. I still visit every other day, so haven’t totally given up on caring. Mum has had Alzheimers for over 9 years now, and although it is an awful disease I feel it has been relatively kind to her. She had her 6 month assessment this week and is still scoring 16 which amazes everyone as it seems totally at odds with her normal abilities and understanding. Who knows what the future holds.
Sue