by SpringCreekFarm » Thu 03 Jan 2008, 10:29:25
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'A') few of you don't seem to realize what's potentially involved in this. Changing beds. Washing clothes, including clothes stained by urine and feces. Dressing and undressing bodies. Preparing meals and spoon-feeding them into mouths. Administering medications at clockwork intervals. Cleaning butts and emptying urinals. It's bottomless. It's endless.
This is all that I'd need to make a decision. None of the stuff you mentioned is pretty and I've done all that and more.
I've seen three people go through the nursing home system and I've done all that you listed with all three of them at one point or another.
My mother went into a nursing home in her early 40s because she had a stroke in her 30s. I literally grew up making the nursing home circuit. Before she went into the home we all took turns caring for her. I was around 7 or 8 years old. She died, finally, in 2003 and the suffering was over.
My grandpa went in the home at age 90 in 1996. He was a fighter and made me feel crappy the whole time because he was sure he could still live at home even though that was an impossibility. He passed in 2000 pissed off as hell that he should "die so young".
My dad was the real kicker. He was a mans man. A tobacco chewing, ale drinking, crude farmer type dude that wouldn't hear of going into the nursing home. So there I was waiting on him hand and foot, picking him up off the floor covered in shit because he had an accident. He was a big dude and I don't even like to think about it but it happened. As my dad got older and older, I did nearly everything for him including looking after his affairs and such. Finally we signed him up for home care and my life got easier. One day he started to NOT make sense anymore and to wet himself more frequently. After a short bout in the hospital with the Norwalk virus, I tried to let him go home for the weekend to see what was what. He was confused, wet the bed the first night and was completely impossible to work with.
It was then that I told my dad that the jig was up! I said that he had to go into a home because it was now impossible for me to look after him anymore and we couldn't afford to keep him at home with a live in caretaker. Suprisingly he got up, asked for his coat and walked out to the car ( with 2 canes, of course ) and never looked back. It was like he knew but needed me to take charge.
He lived 2 more years in the nursing home and had the time of his life. Meeting new friends and having a nice warm place to live and have lots of "girls" to tease everyday.
I'm not suggesting that there is a parallel here with your situation, but when the chips are down, Hieneken, you have to play tough love. I devoted a large part of my life to looking after parents that extends back to my childhood. I'm speaking from experience the same as you are.
Don't follow your heart in this case. Hey, we'd all like to have our own way our whole lives but life isn't like that. Take some time and find the "right" place for you parents near to where you are planning to move and then go for it.
Your parents may have given you a lot in this life, but you don't owe them the rest of your life.