First of all, I just want to say how grateful I am to have found this group and how comforting it is to know I can come here and vent.
My mother has been going steadily downhill for the past few weeks. For those who don't already know, here are the fast facts: She's 84, had a stroke about a year ago, in a wheelchair since, has 24/7 care at home, bounced back pretty well, wanted to go out for dinners and theater whenever possible, and was making very modest, but meaningful gains in regaining some standing and some strength, which was good for her morale.
I don't know what happened that triggered her sudden decline, but she has hardly any appetite now, has a bedsore, and wants to be in bed most of the time. A nurse practitioner came today. Her vitals are good, the bedsore is under control, as long as she agrees to lie on her side frequently, which she is not crazy about. They will do blood tests and see if they can identify what's going on.
The nurse talked to me about hospice, because that covers a lot of care. I knew that was coming, but it has just put me over the edge. I can see that my mom is slowly surrendering and it is truly killing me. I am an only child and my father died when I was 7. I am divorced, with 2 wonderful girls, 20 and 16. Every single day since my dad died, I worried that my mother would die. Every. single. day. She has always bounced back from uterine cancer, breast cancer, hip replacement, fractured vertebra, etc.
I have friends and daughters and family, but I am the only one who is this close to her and fully responsible for her. In addition to the unfathomable emotional pain of losing her, I am worrying about the practical stuff. She rents her apartment and I believe they have a policy that when a tenant dies, the apartment must be vacated within a week. My mother has lived there for 35 years. She has a baby grand piano and closets filled to the brim. How on God's green earth will I figure out what to do with all that, in the midst of being flattened by grief? How will I go to work and keep my job? Be a mom to my (fortunately grown) kids? How, how, how?
My heart goes out to you. After my mom's stroke, I was very busy arranging rehab, organizing stuff at her house and the like. One day in rehab, they tried to get mom up and she passed out, turned bluish-grey and really looked like she was going south very quickly. The team rushed in to do stuff and I just stood there in a puddle of my own tears.
One of the nurses took me firmly by the hand and put me in the DON's office and told me to stay there. I had a really, really good cry.
You might need one of those right about now; go right ahead! Just know that all of our loving arms are around you and that our hearts are with you.
Next, find out about storage units and removals/house clearance firms. Arrange to get some estimates; and make sure you know how much notice they need for a job. Then you'll know what to do about that, too.
Once you've got the information together, you can put it away in a file and not think about it any more. Sufficient unto the time, and all that.
Hugs to you. I hope the blood tests are helpful - let us know how you're getting on? Hugs again.
I'm sure the building won't be that crazy. It's just all a huge swirl of fear, anxiety, and responsibility right now. Somehow getting that huge piano out of the house is a metaphor for all of it. I have actually had dreams of trying to get out of her apartment with the piano strapped on my back.
I am re-reading Roz Chast's memoir for the 20th time. If you haven't read it, run to the bookstore (or Amazon) instantly and get it. It's called Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant?
The clothes I wouldn't worry about. They are easy to handle. It would be nice to get the piano taken care of, though, so it will be out of your mind. You'll be able to enjoy your time with your mother more without the albatross hanging over your shoulder.
I think you probably aren't the best person to discuss this option with her. Can't you rely on her GP to ask her the "how do you feel things are going?" question that is often used as a lead-in to talking about palliative care?
If not, another thing you could do is ask a representative of the hospice organisation you're hoping to hire to come and discuss her care with your mother. Then rely on their tact. It's not like they're going to march in and say - well. Any of the things that tactless people would say. And, naturally, they will have extensive experience of working sympathetically with some patients who aren't competent and don't know what's going on. They'll know what you do and don't say to people who might be afraid.
Get your mother's prognosis. Let them introduce Hospice, if that's the consensus of what she needs.
Just because you choose Hospice doesn't mean death is imminent. She could rally and be taken off Hospice.
There are too many unknowns for you now. Focus on her, but in the back of your mind begin planning because it's going to happen, we just don't know when.
Have you talked about end of life issues with her in the past? My mom and I did a few times as I too lost my dad when I was 7. Over the years she told me what she didn't want- to be kept alive artificially, to be cremated, and a few other wishes.
Again, take a breath and start making a plan.
Good luck to you. Most importantly is enjoy any time you have left with her. My mom passed away 4 years on 4/25. It's very hard to lose your mother. But unfortunately death is a part of life, and my mom is always with me in memory as we were very close. You feel totally helpless and actually we are.
It's so weird how her decline, lack of appetite and lack of energy happens to coincide with when she started taking Remeron, an antidepressant that was supposed to increase her appetite and mood. It is a tiny dose, though, so that's probably not it. And I'm sure the pain of the bedsore is draining her energy too. Lab is coming to take bloods this week, so hopefully that will be revealing.
I asked before, have you ever discussed end of life issues with your mother? Does she have Advance Directives, a Living Will, a MOLST form filled out and in your home just in case you need to call 911?
Is she on an alternating pressure mattress for that bedsore?
Good luck to you! But you still need to get a plan together.
But, boy am I a mess. I've known for WEEKS that something wasn't right with her, wanting to be in bed all the time, eating less and less, tired and weak. But an NP came on Friday and wasn't alarmed about anything. She took blood and called me today with "alarming" test results; at that point we were already in the ER.
I feel so guilty because my mom called me at 10 pm last night and said she wanted to go the hospital. It was raining and dark, plus the aide didn't seem to think it was necessary. She had no fever, Anyway, this morning aide calls to say she had horrific diarrhea and thnks we need to get her to ER. So we did, but I keep beating myself up over not going last night and wonder if those 12 hours made a big difference. I guess there's nothing to do about that anymore.
If anyone has any stories of people recovering from these infections, I'd love to hear. No tragic stories please. I'm trying to keep the faith.
And listen. You are not God. You are not a consultant physician. You are not psychic. You *have* to rely on the opinions of nursing, medical and care professionals because that's what they're there for. And they, in turn, can't see through bodies and can only go on what they can observe.
Would the 12 hours have made a difference? - possibly only a BAD difference. Suppose you had taken her to ER, her symptoms weren't clear, they sent her home again: would you have wanted to take her back later?
So for gratitude - be glad the morning aide was on the ball, pat on the head for her. And for compassion - feel for your mother, of course, but also go a bit easier on yourself.
Hugs to you again. I'm out today but I'll be thinking of you. Take care.
They started IVs with two different antibiotics and the biPap. We were told by the hospitalist that he wasn't sure she'd make it, but she did!
Take hope! And know that if it IS your mom's time to go, it's her time. It has nothing to do with anything you did or didn't do.
Your mom WANTED to go home, which by definition means that there are not medical professionals around 24/7 the way there were in her rehab/NH setting. She hated it; she made a choice.
That was HER choice, Xina, not yours.
There is good news today. Dr says she is out of the woods and they are cautiously optimistic. If she remains stable, they will move her to a regular room later today. And she asked when lunch is served, which is amazing, as she has had zero appetite for weeks. Had to beg her to drink the ensures.
I believe doc said they probably caught it in time to reverse organ damage. Let's hope so.
I'm still upset with the nurses who said she was OK (home visits last week), but thank god she has come back from the brink.
I have a vague idea at the back of my mind that they use ultrasound to shatter the kidney stone, don't they, has anyone gone into this with you? So completely non-invasive and definitely worth doing. Kidney stones are horribly painful, notorious for it - my fit healthy then husband needed morphine to cope with his.
Hope they get on top of it very soon, hugs x