99 Years… and Pennies from Heaven

Mom turned 99 early in the month.
  
I can’t help but think that Daddy has to be wondering when her journey here with us will be complete and she can join him.
  
I know I wonder at times what more I should be learning from her at this point.  There has to be something her presence here is meant to accomplish so I’m always thinking about her life’s twists and turns – or more appropriately now, her falls and bounces - and what I can learn from them.

A party to celebrate was planned for a week later so my husband and I went to visit her on her birthday.  I got out of the car and started walking toward the door when I saw a penny on the ground.  My immediate thought was that Daddy wanted me to give Mom a hug for her birthday on his behalf.

Call me crazy but pennies have a deep meaning for me from my childhood and Daddy has always been a part of that.  He taught me to save my pennies.  I had a little iron bank shaped like a house to put them in and every so often, Daddy would take me to the bank to put them in my savings.  In the years since his death, I can’t tell you the number of times they have appeared on the ground when something was weighing heavy on my mind.

Back in 2010, Daddy appeared to me in a dream very briefly.  He was there just long enough to say Mom couldn’t be left alone anymore.  I thought and thought about that and what we should do about it.  Shortly after, I was driving to the store and made the decision to talk to my husband about leaving my job to take care of Mom.  When I got out of my car, I didn’t take more than a few steps when I saw a huge bunch of pennies on the ground in front of me!  Okay Daddy!  I hear you!

Although he’s on my mind often, I haven’t dreamed of Daddy since that dream in 2010.  There are times when I begin to think that he’s spending all of his time watching over Mom because I go through long stretches of no pennies.  Then all of a sudden there will be a penny on the ground in front of me, calling my name.

Mom enjoyed her birthday party.  We don’t get a huge crowd for it – our family is truly huge – but those that aren’t busy with sports will usually come by.  Enough of them drop by that Mom seems to understand her family is around her.

Mom and Hurricane together again.  She sat beside her cake for a long time before reaching out her finger and getting a scoop of icing.  She must have liked it because she ate a piece and some ice cream then we looked back again and she had pulled another piece over and eaten half of it!

After the party, she said something to me that I hadn’t heard in a long time.  She asked if she was going home with me.  She seemed to want to go.  I assured her she was home but inside I was struggling.
  
As we’ve come closer to the time that we will need to help pay for her care, I’ve thought often about whether or not I could bring her back to live with me.  She’s calmer now and sleeps a lot so seems easy enough, right?

Nope.  Mom needs more physical help now such as transferring from wheelchair to toilet, or bed to wheelchair, etc.  I used to be able to do that but after hurting my back and shoulder last fall, I know I can no longer move her around.

I think God keeps reminding me that it’s not a good idea.  Just when my shoulder starts to feel good, the weather will change or I’ll make a quick movement that sets it to aching. Or I'll hear from the home that Mom was up all night.  Since Daddy hasn’t stepped in to say anything to me about it, I’m thinking he agrees she’s fine where she is.

Standing up, falling down, edema here, edema there…

Life goes on, even for my 98 year old mom, but not without its ups and downs.  I just received the fourth call in less than a month telling me Mom was found on the floor in her room.  They haven’t seen her fall because it was always at night.  Last night they heard a sound and went in to check, finding her on her side near her recliner and wheelchair. As all the times before, they couldn’t find any injuries and she just wanted help getting up.  Thankfully, it seems she is still bouncing.

Falls during the day aren’t an issue at this point because she stays in her wheelchair or rocking chair in the living room.  She is watched over there and as I’ve said before, from her vantage point in either chair, she can watch everything that happens there including all the comings and goings.  If the activities don’t keep her interest, she just snoozes - by that I mean falling sound asleep.  :)

We aren’t sure what has her getting up at night.  They speculate that maybe she had to go to the bathroom but we don’t know because she has typically fallen by her bed.  Last night she was headed away from her bathroom given where she fell.  If the timing continues, I may contribute it to the cycle of the moon because the falls have occurred within a day or two of the full or new moon.

Floating edema is another interesting thing we’ve experienced with Mom.  Back in the 1970s she sprained her ankle while she and Daddy were camping.  That ankle always had a tendency to swell after that injury.  Fast forward to the last couple years and the ankle was swollen all the time.  Last year when she was diagnosed with a mass in her abdomen, both ankles and her feet were swollen.  The doctor thought it might be an indication that the presumed cancer was affecting her lymph nodes thereby causing fluid retention.

Interestingly, shortly after I bought her Foamtread slippers in May of this year, the swelling went away.  Then suddenly her left hand swelled up like a balloon!  The nurse at the facility initially thought it was cellulitis but we decided that wasn’t the case because the symptoms didn’t mesh.

Over the summer, her feet continued to be fine while her hand would swell and cause a bit of pain here and there, then suddenly, it would be almost normal.  Since the end of September, her hand and feet have been normal.  ??  When I visited the other day, her right ankle was swollen again although just a bit.  It’s one of the mysteries of Mom!

Last weekend a few of us were able to attend the Thanksgiving dinner provided by the facility. They provided a wonderful meal and I watched my sister very lovingly and patiently feed Mom the meal.  Mom can still feed herself but gets confused at times about how to go about it and I know my sister helps her eat when she visits in the late afternoon. Watching them at the Thanksgiving meal, I could tell that Mom enjoys the help and attention and it made me feel good to see the connection between the two of them.

She’s still here but it was the first Christmas without her…

Wednesday was hard for me. 

We’ve been on a roller coaster leading up to Christmas.  I received a call on Tuesday evening, a week before Christmas, saying Mom had fallen again but seemed to be doing fine.  The next day, as we were enjoying the birth of our sixth grandchild earlier than planned, I received another call that Mom was complaining of pain.  The nurse had checked her out and Mom had a red spot on her knee but was able to move everything with just a wince here and there.  The nurse and I opted for a wait and see approach because so far Mom’s x-rays have always come back negative for breaks.

Just as we were getting to our daughter’s room to see our new granddaughter, we learned my father-in-law had been admitted to the same hospital on the same day for what they initially thought was gall bladder.

The next few days were busy with my husband and me going different directions.  Me to the hospital for our youngest daughter and her first child or heading home to be with our five year old Hurricane in the afternoons after kindergarten and my husband to work and the hospital to be with his dad or taking care of his mom.  Add in some other activities with our older grandchildren – a choir concert, some other running – and you get a feel for the days.  There wasn’t a way to add in a visit to Mom so I am very thankful my sister stepped and kept an eye on Mom for me.

All the while that was happening we were also getting ready for Christmas with our children and grandchildren on the Saturday before Christmas.  Santa comes early to our home so that our children can visit the other side of their families on Christmas.  I had a rough patch when it looked like our son would have to work but he rescheduled and our gathering went well although we missed our youngest because she was home recovering from the C-section.

The hospital was no longer in play after my father-in-law’s issue was identified and treated and he was able to return home on Sunday so I was finally able to get up to see Mom again.

She was moving fine with no complaints.  They were again trying to keep her in her wheelchair but she was not happy about it.  Evidently they were telling her that her daughter (this time referring to my sister) wanted her in it.  I had to keep from laughing when Mom said in a disgruntled manner, “You tell your sister…”  The rest wasn’t decipherable but I’m betting it had to do with the wheelchair.  J

Christmas Eve came and another chink was taken out of my armor when I received a call from my second daughter.  She had a seizure just as her family was getting ready to celebrate.  She managed to get a couple pictures of the tree before but missed watching her sons open their presents.  We’ve dealt with this most of her life but it doesn’t keep me from wishing I could fix it for her…

Christmas morning was bright and sunny and really cold.  My husband and I went to visit Mom prior to the usual festivities at my brother’s house where most of Mom’s children, grandchildren, great and great-great grandchildren meet for lunch.  We had planned to take Mom again this year but it was so cold.  As it was nearing time to go, I asked Melissa, Mom’s aide, her opinion.  She agreed that Mom didn’t need to go out in the cold and assured me Mom wouldn’t notice.  Another chink in my armor occurred as I made the final decision to leave Mom in the warmth of her home.  For the first time since Mom and Daddy were married, Mom was not at Christmas. 

Spills, Chills and What is the Plan?

It’s easy to see the difference between Alzheimer’s, which is a form of dementia, and Mom’s version of dementia.  Daddy had early onset Alzheimer’s and he forgot how to walk after being given a normal dose of sedative for a man his size.  He and Mom have never taken medication so it hit him hard and it was three days before he was awake and aware.  He forgot a lot in that time and some skills, like swallowing, we were able to restore, but the walking was gone.

When Mom broke her arm, she forgot how to cut the quilt blocks that she had been cutting for years.  She went through a time then when she was losing skills.  Now she has just a few basic skills left – eating, walking and knowing when she has to use the bathroom.  Learning new skills is definitely gone.  Introducing a wheelchair now requires learning something new.  It’s just not happening…

Although the aides encourage her to stay in her chair, Mom will still get up and walk.  Last week, she fell again and hit her head this time.  She ended up with a rug burn over one eyebrow that has scabbed over.  As usual, she was chatty as the nurse checked her over and came away with just the wound on her eyebrow and a bruise on her elbow.

It's small but the scab on her eyebrow is definitely there.

My sister was able to check on Mom right after her fall so I went up the next day and ran into some more fun!  I was greeted with a hug by one of the other residents when I walked in the door and shortly after arriving, I had to take care of Mom in the bathroom.  She has been dealing with diarrhea for a few years now so I thought nothing of that until later when they told me she had refused her lunch the day before but had eaten well that morning.  A few minutes later Mom had to head to the bathroom again and while I was taking care of her, the resident who had initially greeted me vomited in the living room.  Evidently a bug was making its way around the home – and I was sitting in the middle of it!

Falls and bugs are inevitable in any assisted living facility or nursing home.  Having raised a daughter with epilepsy, I know only too well that I can’t stop falls from happening.  There’s no stopping bugs either.  Someone comes to visit or someone comes in to work without knowing they are carrying a bug.  Next thing you know, one of the residents becomes ill – and so it starts.

While I’ve been checking on Mom and following the transition to hospice, I’ve also been checking into the possibility of getting another job.  I keep thinking I need to make some money so I can help with Mom’s bill but every time I think I have a something lined up, there is a new development. 

I worked all summer but then Tina left and I was faced with the transition to a new aide for Mom.  At the same time, Hurricane was struggling with his transition to kindergarten and needed me to perform some Grandma duties.

I was looking at a new job and Mom was suddenly put on hospice and another transition began and is ongoing.  I considered another and then another and each time an issue of some kind popped up. 

I’ve always trusted that God would guide me if I just listen for his plan.  I’m trying very hard to listen now and figure out if I’m supposed to work or take care of my family.  I do hope it all comes clear soon.  Meanwhile, I’ll take care of my husband, watch over Mom and keep Hurricane out of trouble!

The saga of the wheelchair and hospice continues…

As you can imagine, Mom did not understand that she needed to stay in the wheelchair even after I told her it was hers and it would be better for her feet to be elevated.  A couple other things happened along the way too.

In my last update, I mentioned that my husband adjusted the leg supports of the wheelchair.  They went up and down and he had adjusted them for the length of her leg.  It was great!  That didn’t last long…

At my next visit, the chair was in Mom’s room and the legs supports had been removed.  Mom was sitting in the living room in her normal chair with her feet propped up on her stool.  Evidently communication was not what it should have been among the various shifts and the word had not been spread that Mom should be in her wheelchair as much as possible per the doctor’s orders.

In addition, when I went to get the chair and put the leg supports back on, someone had over extended them and they would no longer adjust up and down.  Back to the drawing board!

Tina, Mom’s former caregiver, happened to be there to visit and we spent a long time talking about the recent diagnosis and the issues with the wheelchair.  The director happened to stop back and Tina, the director and I spent some time talking about next steps.

So, I brought the issue to the attention of all the right people and they sent it up the flagpole to supposedly the right hospice people but two more visits and the leg supports were not fixed and Mom was not yet spending enough time in the wheelchair.  This time the director sent word up the flagpole herself and a new wheelchair arrived that day.

There was still the issue of communication among the shifts.  Mom was being handled differently by the various caregivers and I soon found that her normal caregiver, Melissa, was getting mixed messages.  On my next visit, Mom was not in the chair and could barely stand.  I got the wheelchair, installed the leg supports (that had again been removed) and with the help of the hospice aide, got Mom set up in it properly.  When I took Mom into lunch, I asked if she could stay in the chair to eat and Melissa was sooo happy!  She had really been concerned about Mom’s difficulty transferring from chair to chair and wanted to keep her in the wheelchair but wasn’t sure it was okay.

You may wonder why I would want to keep her in the wheelchair if she wants to walk.  My friend, an RN, explained that in Mom’s condition, the goal is to keep her in the wheelchair enough that she forgets walking.  I was already concerned that at Mom’s age, dealing with cancer and dementia, the last thing we need is to add the complication of a broken bone.  We’ve been lucky so far but we can’t guarantee that Mom will continue to bounce.

Have I solved the issues?  No.  Melissa told me that she puts the wheelchair in front of Mom and sometimes Mom accepts it because she knows she is in pain.  Other times, Melissa turns to find Mom walking down the hall.

The lesson in all of Mom’s time at the assisted living facility is that the caregivers there will follow the path of least resistance.  It’s important to be involved and keep a close eye on your loved one in any facility.

When she first arrived, it was bathing.  They would suggest but wouldn’t ensure that it happened.  I had to step in and do the bathing myself before they took it seriously and made it through Mom’s objections to her acceptance.  There were more bumps with a change of caregiver but again I stepped in and it smoothed out.  Mom has experienced another change with hospice.  A hospice aide now comes in to bathe her and although Mom has complained, Arlene has gently moved her through the process each time and eventually Mom will complain less.

There have been other things Mom has railed at but they were less important.  You have to pick your battles.  Who will win the wheelchair battle?  Only time will tell…

Mom holds the baby as Arlene dries her hair after her shower.

Nice and clean!  Mom felt the baby's toes and said she was nice and warm in her blanket.

 

Wheelchairs and Dementia Oh My!

Mom keeps my life interesting!  J  Yesterday evening I received a call from the home.  The nurse, Mary, said that she found Mom sitting on the floor in the doorway to her apartment.  Actually, she saw legs on the floor and immediately thought, “That’s not good!”  Mom was sitting on the floor with her legs out in front of her.  She didn’t remember falling but you have to wonder how she got there.  As I’ve said before, it’s a good thing Mom bounces when she falls…

My husband and I visited today and found that hospice delivered a wheelchair and a commode.  Mom was sleeping in the living room rocking chair she sees as her own.

Although I know what hospice does, I wasn’t sure how the transition to hospice worked within the ALF.  While I left my husband with Mom, I took a walk out to see the nurse to ask.  Mary was on duty again and very helpful.  Initially, she explained, Mom would be encouraged to use the wheelchair.  They really would like her in it with her feet up but they don’t want to upset her.

I thought it might help if I encouraged Mom and Mary said it would be very helpful.  Thank goodness my husband was there!  He put the leg supports on for me and adjusted them for Mom once I got her in the chair.

With Mom on her new mobile throne, we spent the next hour taking her for a ride around the facility.  She liked it and especially her chauffer.  Steve’s a good driver!  J

Steve chauffeured her in 2010 and she enjoyed it again today.

During our walk, we stopped by to see Mary so I could ensure we had the wheelchair leg supports set properly.  While there, Mom’s caregiver this afternoon, Megan, told me that they had been trying to encourage Mom to use the chair but she would refuse and start walking.  They followed her with the wheelchair and she would finally sit down in it when she couldn’t walk any more.  She would then tell Megan, “Oh that feels so good!”  Unfortunately, she would soon forget, stand up and try to walk away from it.  It speaks to their concern for her but it’s really comical to envision them following Mom with the chair hoping she will sit!

I spent some time explaining to Mom that it was her new chair and that we really wanted her to keep her feet up.  She was so cute.  She looked at me and said, “I’ll have to learn that.”  That’s the problem with dementia and Alzheimer’s.  At a moment in time, they can say yes, but just a moment later it has left their mind.  They literally live in the moment.

I know how much Mom needs to use the wheelchair.  She has fallen twice in the last few days because her feet literally cannot hold her up.  She is dragging one leg so badly that the sole of her fairly new slipper already has a hole in it.  I have had to lift her from her chair, her bed, the toilet.  I can get her to her feet and she can stand but her steps are difficult, more difficult than ever.

As we were leaving, Mom had forgotten and was trying to figure out how to stand up.  I explained again that it was her new chair and why she needed it and Megan took over to keep her occupied.  I checked in after dinner and Mary said that Mom was still in the chair and doing fine.  I know there will be ups and downs but I pray God will watch over her as she “learns” this new habit.

Are her walking days coming to an end? Is it time for a wheelchair? Hospice?

The path hasn’t been without bumps since I last wrote.  I left my job – my choice – and I guess it was supposed to be because Mom and now my grandson, Hurricane, obviously need me around.

Mom’s showers took a slight downhill turn when I arrived to find her clean but her hair had not been washed.  They told me she cried when she was in the shower and didn’t want to upset her further.  I guess I didn’t understand why they didn’t start with her hair?

I quickly put her in the shower and washed her hair.  She didn’t complain a bit and it was gratifying when she let me know how good it felt when I was massaging her scalp.  I thanked her when we were done and she said thank you right back.  I was able to dress her and blow dry her hair without incident and that was probably the best incentive for her caregivers to ensure they did it well next time.  No issues with bathing since!

Mom’s bleeding continues – better sometimes, worse others – and has prompted a few calls to me.  Melissa, her new caregiver, knows that as long as Mom is happy and not in pain, we’re good.  Other aides are not so sure and insist the nurse calls me to let me know.  Like Melissa, the nurse knows my mantra, but she will call me to make the aide feel better.

The bleeding has prompted another request to have a hospice evaluation.  They want Mom examined to see if the bleeding may be vaginal and if there may be cancer present.  We don’t have cancer in the family but at 97, who knows?  Maybe?  We certainly won’t treat it if it is there.

I’ve just spoken to the doctor and she’s given me a time to meet there for the examination/evaluation.  After our discussion of Mom’s history, she doesn’t think she will need to be invasive.  She doesn’t want to cause Mom undue stress and I certainly appreciate her concern.

I let her know that my bigger concern is the most recent development.  Mom has complained about pain in her feet for years – certainly prior to our trip to Australia with her in 1994.  She has also experienced edema (water retention) in her feet and ankles over the years but if she walked enough, it would subside. 

This past weekend, the aides all noticed that she was hobbling and eventually got to the point where she needed assistance to walk to the dining room.  Between meals, she planted herself in a chair and sat there happily watching what was going on or snoozing whenever her eyelids got heavy.  All the sitting just caused the swelling in her feet and ankles to get worse.

Her hobbling, the swelling, and need for assistance prompted a call of concern from the nurse.  Would I consider an x-ray to rule out a broken bone?  Certainly!  The x-ray revealed a very old fracture of a metatarsal (a long bone in her foot that she may have broken back in the 1980s), a bad case of osteoarthritis and edema.  No new injuries but all good reasons for the pain she feels when she stands and walks.

Is it time for a wheelchair?  A walker won’t do the trick because it’s not balance that is the problem.  She said years ago that she wanted a wheelchair but at that point in time, balance was the problem.  A wheelchair wasn’t necessary then but it may be now.  Pain is the problem and if I can keep Mom happy by getting her a wheelchair, I’ll do it. 

She can enjoy pet therapy while sitting!

It’s best to bounce when you fall…

It’s not unusual to hear from family members that their loved one fell at the nursing home.  I’ve heard it many times and unfortunately, blame is always directed at the home and the staff.  I’m here to give you a different view of the situation.

I have a daughter who has had epilepsy all her life and for about 17 years, she has had not only absence, or petit mal seizures, but also tonic clonic, or grand mal seizures.  She doesn’t have a warning so she is unable to get in a safe spot or position before it happens.  I cannot tell you the number of times that I have been in the same room and have watched as she fell, unable to move fast enough to catch her.  She has suffered far too many bumps, bruises, black eyes and more from those falls.  I felt so badly each time, that I was unable to respond in time to cushion her fall.  That said, I thank God for watching over her because she’s had her share of seizures right at the top of the steps!

While Mom was living with me, I also watched as she stepped back from the window, lost her balance and fell.  I was in the next room and could not get to her quickly enough to catch her.  Luckily, there was a soft footstool and although it didn’t cause the fall, it was close enough that she sat on it rather than falling all the way to the floor.  It stopped the fall but the momentum sat her back into a cast iron quilt stand covered with quilts.  She hit that hard enough to bend the cast iron! 

There was surprise on Mom’s face as she fell but once the movement stopped, she looked up at me with a sheepish grin and then laughed!  I helped her up and kept an eye on her but no bruises showed up, nor did she complain of pain.  Whew!

Last weekend I received a call from a nurse at Mom’s home.  Mom had been in her room looking out the window – by now you know this is her favorite pastime – and as she backed up from the window, she forgot the bed was there and fell.  Tina walked in to check on her and there was Mom, sitting on the floor with her back against her bed and she looked at Tina with a grin and said, “Oh good, honey!  Can you help me up?  I’m stuck!”

The normal procedure for a fall is to keep the resident still until a thorough check is completed.  The nurse was called for Mom and the check found no broken bones or even bruises.  After getting Mom up, her only complaint was that her legs hurt a little – but that is a typical complaint on a daily basis.

Not all falls have happy endings or make for comical stories.  I’ve seen many over the years and a few at Mom’s home.  The falls typically happen when the resident decides to do something that they have forgotten they can no longer do.  They also typically happen when an aide is not standing right next to them.

My point here is that even when I was the 24x7 sole caregiver of my daughter and later, my mom, I was not able to prevent falls.  Why would I hold the caregivers at Mom’s home to a higher standard than I was able to achieve?