Hi,
I've just joined the forum. I'm 27 & my 93year old grandad has vascular dementia. He has had it for a number of years ago but was still able to live at home until April this year. Since en he had a fall, was admitted to hospital for a couple of weeks and then to a nursing home: but his mobility and dementia seem to have progressed rapidly and he was moved into an EMI unit 5 weeks ago as the nursing home was no longer able to manage his intermittent aggression and his refusal to eat/drink/take medications/get dressed at that point.
Since he moved into the EMI he has been a bit happier and is taking his mess, eating, drinking, allowing them to dress him & even sitting out of his room which is great! However I'm struggling to deal with the rest of his decline: it seems so quick!
I struggle seeing him looking such as mess: his face covered in food like a child, dribbling, without his false teeth and without any awareness of it. I feel sad for him because I feel he wouldn't like to be seen like that, and it also makes me sad that he's declined to that point.
I find it hard to sit and talk to him when suddenly hardly anything he says makes sense and he doesn't seem to follow most of what we say.
And I'm struggling with distractions of the other residents getting up or shouting as we sit in the day room with him when we visit.
I've been visiting with my mum and sisters for 45 minutes every 2 weeks but start getting really newsy after 15-20minutes and secretly really want to leave then and feel guilty for feeling that way.
The decline just seems so quick and such a shock.
I'd really appreciate any advice/support! Thank you.
I wrote this poem yesterday to express how I feel. Maybe some of you will be able to relate to some of it.
Visiting Grandpa
Your snowy hair hugs your head,
Your glasses frame your face,
You still look up& your eyes still smile,
But arms no longer open to embrace.
Creamy drool trickles from your mouth,
Dried breakfast sticks to your chin,
Unkempt stubble another new feature,
Which has now become your kin.
I put on a smile to hide the shock
At the new facade you possess,
I want to kiss & cuddle you,
But not your milky crumby mess.
I want to talk & know you understand,
To drink in your wisdom &wit,
But yesterday's sense has slipped away,
Now we smile&applease you&twit
I want to waste the afternoon with you,
But sitting there is so hard.
Seeing the half jigsaw left behind,
Concentration hijacked by gentle chaos bizarre.
I will love you always,
Though I struggle to sit near,
I wish you a thousand smiles&peace,
Please know you're very dear!
I've just joined the forum. I'm 27 & my 93year old grandad has vascular dementia. He has had it for a number of years ago but was still able to live at home until April this year. Since en he had a fall, was admitted to hospital for a couple of weeks and then to a nursing home: but his mobility and dementia seem to have progressed rapidly and he was moved into an EMI unit 5 weeks ago as the nursing home was no longer able to manage his intermittent aggression and his refusal to eat/drink/take medications/get dressed at that point.
Since he moved into the EMI he has been a bit happier and is taking his mess, eating, drinking, allowing them to dress him & even sitting out of his room which is great! However I'm struggling to deal with the rest of his decline: it seems so quick!
I struggle seeing him looking such as mess: his face covered in food like a child, dribbling, without his false teeth and without any awareness of it. I feel sad for him because I feel he wouldn't like to be seen like that, and it also makes me sad that he's declined to that point.
I find it hard to sit and talk to him when suddenly hardly anything he says makes sense and he doesn't seem to follow most of what we say.
And I'm struggling with distractions of the other residents getting up or shouting as we sit in the day room with him when we visit.
I've been visiting with my mum and sisters for 45 minutes every 2 weeks but start getting really newsy after 15-20minutes and secretly really want to leave then and feel guilty for feeling that way.
The decline just seems so quick and such a shock.
I'd really appreciate any advice/support! Thank you.
I wrote this poem yesterday to express how I feel. Maybe some of you will be able to relate to some of it.
Visiting Grandpa
Your snowy hair hugs your head,
Your glasses frame your face,
You still look up& your eyes still smile,
But arms no longer open to embrace.
Creamy drool trickles from your mouth,
Dried breakfast sticks to your chin,
Unkempt stubble another new feature,
Which has now become your kin.
I put on a smile to hide the shock
At the new facade you possess,
I want to kiss & cuddle you,
But not your milky crumby mess.
I want to talk & know you understand,
To drink in your wisdom &wit,
But yesterday's sense has slipped away,
Now we smile&applease you&twit
I want to waste the afternoon with you,
But sitting there is so hard.
Seeing the half jigsaw left behind,
Concentration hijacked by gentle chaos bizarre.
I will love you always,
Though I struggle to sit near,
I wish you a thousand smiles&peace,
Please know you're very dear!