AGING PARENTS

To continue my previous post from around xmas results have now come - we are onto biopsy for "complcations in the pancreas and kidney" so that's that. Its in 1-2 weeks, results would be a week after so we'll know, at most, by early Feb.

My father sounds weak and diminished, mother was crying on the phone (not something you forget when you hear it), younger brother is in a panic and upset leaving me with having to repress whatever it is I'm feeling. In some ways that's fine, for now. Fighting words around being positive are thrown in...I nod away but keep thinking back to that moment when I saw him on the phone...the gut instinct was hard to shake then. I'll keep quiet on it, post it here.

mother was crying on the phone (not something you forget when you hear it)

my heart now drops whenever i see i have a voicemail message

<3 best to you xyzzzz

thinking of you, julio

Thanks all.

my mom has a lot of opinions about traffic patterns

So its cancer of the liver however it seems to be a few spots of it (its apparently a rare form of it), it is curable and treatment will start soon. No need for surgery, just injections. Talking to a specialist next week.

Not at all over. This has made me face things, not least the ongoing sadness that blocks your insides (even more so than usual).

Sending best indeed. A very good friend lost her dad a couple of years ago and her mom is starting to fail mentally; based on her notes to me, the tangle of issues involved with her siblings on what to do has been awful. Makes me grateful for where I am so far, but I wonder what the future will hold.

thinking of you julio: the liver is an organ it's hard to do without but also one with unusual capacity to regenerate so best of luck to yr dad and yr family x

Thanks, appreciate the message

So...the doctors looked at the results again: my father has late stage cancer (and its a rare form, whose name I can't recall, around 2% of all cancers) (actually in a bit of the pancreas and the small intestines). It will be determined next week but he might be too weak for chemo too - they will try to strenghten him but if he cannot go through chemo then that gives him a few months. With a successful chemo its 2-5 years. Its devastating, he never had much of a retirement.

Had a deep conversation with my mother today and her strength through all of this is something else. The situation might have not been there for me to see it, but I was blind to it too - she is incredible. Its my mission to make sure she will be cared for, and I want to deepen our relationship too.

Strength and love to you all, sir.

^^^^

Best to you and your family xyz

i am so sorry

sorry to hear this, dude: best wishes and good luck and let me know if there's anything i can do IRL (including talking obv)

sounds like you've got some good perspective. thinking of you, j

Thanks all!

(and Mark thank you for such a kind offer I will let you know)

My mother, 85 y.o., has been in hospital for two months now. It is only in the last week or so that we've had the distressing experience of her not recognising us -- NB this is not dementia, but rather the effects of a urinary tract infection she contracted *in* hospital, which apparently causes severe delirium which can last for a couple of weeks after the infection itself has gone away. She is hardly eating and is being fed intravenously off and on, time before last I visited (Thursday) she drank some vitamin enriched milkshake from a sippy cup, but on Saturday wouldn't even accept water.

Track back to when she was admitted, just before Christmas...we'd just flown out to the in-laws in Poland, we receive the news via SMS from my sister -- the carer who normally turns up to get her out of bed found she hadn't gone to bed but had fallen asleep in an armchair (second time this had happened). She was admitted with low oxygen levels and a chest infection. On New Year's Eve she was transferred to a different hospital for rehabilitation because although the initial problems had cleared up, while she'd been there her walking had really deteriorated to the extent that she could no longer walk unaided. Little or no progress was made in the rehab unit -- the deterioration in mobility was, it appeared, something of a mystery to the medics insofar as they couldn't even work out if it had a physical or psychological cause. Then the infection happened leading to her being transferred *back* and...we are where we are.

Yes, urine infections can cause the oldsters to go gaga, we had to get an emergency doctor out for my mother when I was last visiting because she fell asleep and woke up on another planet - the doctor gave her some antibiotics and she was back to (what these days passes for) normal the next morning.

There was one amusing incident, after the emergency doctor had asked my mum the standard questions they ask to test for dementia - what month it is, what's your address etc. - which, despite her urinary infection addled state, she somehow had managed to pull herself together to answer, the doctor asked what medication she took and mum went into the kitchen brought a box of pills through and said, "I take one of these a week before breakfast".

My mother-in-law has also had the weirdness as a result of a UTI, she thought the doctors were trying to kill her, set fire to her, throw her out a window, poison her food, etc. Cleared up after a dose of antibiotics (which took ages to persuade her to take since she thought they were poison)

I'm sure this is connected to oldsters' aversion to drinking water.

a little?

my grandfather, who passed away a few months back, was in an assisted living place for a few years and ended up having a UTI that progressed to sepsis, leading to a brief hospital visit, multiple times. I think some people are more prone to it than others, but sepsis is one of the main causes of death for the elderly. your body just doesn't work that well.

*takes notes on UTI-insanity connection*

having the 86 y.o. father in law is working out OK these days, really. no crises to report, thankfully.

Tonight I saw a doctor who told me that the UTI insanity can last 6 months.... :-(

My mom passed away on Monday afternoon, slowly and (one hopes) without too much pain or distress, at the age of 92. My last visit with her was six days earlier and even then she was nearly silent, eyes closed, spending her final reserves of energy. I held her hand for two hours, moistened her mouth a few times, sat and thought intensively about her, mostly silently, because I knew that if I spoke aloud it would only agitate and exhaust her because she could not hear well enough to understand my words.

It was difficult to see her in that state, knowing she was so very near death, but creeping toward it at a snail's pace, not yet released from the struggle. otoh, it felt wonderful to be there and share my love with her one more time, knowing it might be the last opportunity and pouring my heart into it.

Now she is released from her thoroughly worn out and used up body. It helps to know that the work of her spirit is still doing its good work in the world, through her many gifts of that spirit given to others, including me. Those gifts feel tremendously alive still.

Today my sister has assigned me to write her obituary. Since she outlived almost all her contemporaries, so that it will be possible to contact personally everyone who matters, we've agreed that I may keep it relatively brief.

<3

I'm sorry for your loss, Aimless. From the warm and eloquent way you write about her departure I can only conclude you'd be perfect to write a loving obituary. Sending good thoughts.

(the 'thoroughly worn out and used up body' part rings awfully familiar... I fear I will have to use those words sooner rather than later for my own mother..)

love to you Aimless. Your post is crushingly beautiful.

Best to you sir. A hard burden, but she is free of hers.

RIP aimless's mom -- she was clearly loved <3

sorry to hear that, Aimless

my wife's dad has become pretty paranoid these days. he's 87 and believes people are stealing from him. He thought the gardener stole his new trash bin, which we're not even sure existed in the first place. So he insisted my wife fire his gardener (she's handling all the details in his life as best she can, in between having a full-time job and being a mom), and the gardener (apparently a very decent man) was quite mystified.

in a more alarming way, my brother's wife's stepdad is similarly losing it. he's in assisted living now and they were visiting him recently bc they were going to take him somewhere, and he got into an argument with them and with the facility over which wheelchair he could take with. when they wouldn't allow him to take the one he wanted (not sure the reason, it may have been a good one) he called the police. they apparently showed up and were less than amused. he called the police a second time about it later, much to their increased annoyance.

he's dealing with some form of dementia and once he was diagnosed his wife filed for divorce, at the behest of her children. he's also *their* stepdad, he married three women that all had children by previous marriages but he has no children of his own. my brother's wife is the only stepchild willing to help and the other stepchildren keep asking her why she isn't doing more to help, when she's the only one helping.

<3 to Aimless. My parents had to write obituaries for their own fathers last year and while difficult, it also was a time for reflection

I'm sorry for your loss, Aimless. She was a fortunate woman to be loved so well.

So sorry, Aimless. Much love to your mom. I'm agnostic and the idea of 'energy' or 'spirit' manifest through work and influence is the only one that holds something like religious sway over me. Yr. words captured that idea eloquently. My thoughts are with you.

In other news, my dad's doctor FINALLY diagnosed him with Parkinson's. This is the doctor who told me he *didn't* suspect Parkinson's three years ago, when I sent my dad to be evaluated for tremors, left-side weakness, hallucinations, and motor issues. He also told me last September that my father was just 'soft-spoken' and 'a good guy' and didn't have Parkinson's. Today, he announced my father had pretty severe Parkinson's and would be in a wheelchair maybe pretty soon. My dad is at Stage 3 of the progression. FFS.

I've suspected almost to a certainty my dad has Parkinson's since at least 2016, but my mom/dad have been deep in denial about it, since they didn't have the diagnosis. Now they're both really sad, and I just can't help but think ... what if they had accepted help earlier? How many more family times and good things could we have done together?

Very sorry to hear about your loss, Aimless.

all the best aimless and everyone else on the thread <3 <3

sorry for your loss, aimless. i’ve always liked the sound of your mom. <3 to you.

Best wishes to you Aimless. I really admire the bravery it takes to handle something so difficult with such clear-eyed love

Thoughts with you aimless

soda my dad has it too
idk what stage he is because my parents don't talk with me about this stuff. sometimes, every now and then, i am able to talk with him on the phone and he sounds like his old self again, i can hear the old him i remember.
sorry to hear about your dad :(

my experience of a dad with parkinsons -- recognised very early in his case (at 36) -- is that once it's properly medicated, it's very cyclic: there's good period and bad periods, physically and mentally

Dad was in hospital for a few days as he was quite weak. Now he is back home with carers coming twice a day however talking to my mother it seems like my father can't easily get him out of bed first thing in the morning and the effort to lift him is causing her back pains. It's distressing as both my brother & I are working (and in my case I haven't lived there for years) so can't help apart from weekends. I'll be there seeing if there is a way he can work to lift himself.

Doctors say he is strong enough and indeed once he's up he does walk with the accessories, its just getting up in the first place. He is eating more so hopefully he can get his strength back, otherwise I am afraid as to what this could to my mother's physical health.

*himself out of bed..

There is also tension in terms of my mother wanting him to eat/exercise more than he can and perhaps my father doing less because my mother is there to do it for him.

I really hope her (almost certainly) final memories of him don't 'break' something in her.

my parents have a similar dynamic -- it's tough but i figure that is their business and they are adults. (i am an only child and don't feel that my parents' relationship dynamic is really my business)
can't catastrophize too much either -- sorry to hear you are having rough times :(

Yes part of me wants to say 'they will figure it out' and my mother isn't crying for help right now but she's frustrated and venting. Just want to think on what I could do. Unfortunately I can't resign my job and help out...I probably need to look at the care, this is a field I am only getting acquainted with now.

there's various gadgetry -- railings and boosters and such -- that might help with the getting out of bed?

anyway, best to you and them

Will look at that thanks.