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Saturday, March 7, 2015

More About Yard/Garage Sales

Three yard sales in October of 2014 helped by several friends including their husbands who could price shop equipment. One in January with my Huntsville brother and Pharis helping to pull it off. Three in February. One unsuccessful one yesterday.

Discovered that books do not sell. Discovered that clothes do not sell. Discovered that selling large items works well with a virtual yard sell, but not at all in a yard sale, especially when the Strawberry Festival is on.
Just packed up those books and brought them to Lighthouse Ministries.
Many other items that didn't sell well also went to The Goodwill. Saving receipts for 2015 taxes. 

The last items I hoped to sell just sat there in the driveway yesterday and then I moved them inside the garage. One day I may be able to park in that garage before the house sells.
Dog not for sale
Anyone need something here?









Family heirlooms were given to my husband's family.

Yesterday during the yard sale when I did not sell anything for a change, my out-of-town brother-in-law Danny, married to my husband's sister,  came by for four framed paintings by his wife and one stitched family tree created by my husband's mother. They understood that it is time these get passed on to their grandchildren or kept by them.

While Danny and I  were standing in the front yard, two students I have substituted for came by and Danny heard me rap for them. Danny also highly complimented me for being an angel taking care of my late husband who had Alzheimer's. Yes it was a tough job, tougher than downsizing and getting ready to sell and move.

Happy I could go to the Strawberry Festival on Thursday and enjoy large, juicy strawberries on a stick dipped in chocolate. The high schoolers working in that booth recognized me and I rapped for their kin working in the booth.



Dale Carnegie once said:
Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one, it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones tend to take care of themselves.
So many little jobs in moving. I am excited about moving closer to my family in Huntsville, Alabama, renting an apartment and having a landlord take care of things. I am excited about living more simply and enjoying my good health (so far) in my senior years and then having less distractions so I can work on my dissertation.

However, my house has to sell first. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Moving, Part Four


I took this picture in June of 3013 so I could write about Shingles. I knew I wanted to write about Shingles, but I didn't know I would do it from personal experience.  Oh I did have a prescription to get my shingles vaccine, but didn't want to spend the money and my husband was going downhill and that was my priority. So this is the first thing that has come back to haunt me. You see I have had Shingles recently with its physical pain and with the realization this might have been avoided. 

The next thing that has come back to haunt me is plumbing. I have well water and  have not maintained the water softener and consequently have rust in the water.  I should have been on top of this in the past. Actually the plumber was called almost a year ago about the rust problem and he didn't show. See HERE.  I didn't keep on the problem, perhaps because I was attending to my husband. 

When the sink clogged up and the wash machine over flowed, I did get a new plumber. He solved that and was to bring someone else in to give an estimate for helping with the rust. Before that could happen, however, Sally gave me another plumber who has put in a new water softener and saving me maybe $700.

How can I substitute  teach all January and have plumbers come to the house? My retired brother from Huntsville recognized the problem and came to Plant City. Together we strategized on what would be needed for the house to sell. 

We went through all my books and had three stacks:
  1. Books I need to keep.
  2. Books for my Huntsville nephew to sell on Amazon.
  3. Books for a yard sale or eventually to donate. 
My brother was honest about what should not be moved. My realtor also is honest about the house. Less furniture will mean an easier move and will allow us to have the rug cleaned. The rooms will look larger. Pharis and my brother both cleaned out the workshop and the garage. When I went through the series on this blog, The House That Cleans Itself, the workshop and the garage were the last two areas that I didn't get to because of my caregiving duties.



The garage is now the designated spot for garage sales. One was held last Saturday and later in February more yard sales will happen.

Saturday, January 24,  we (my brother and I) had another yard sale for my stuff and only signs at the end of the street publicized the event. Even so I made $335.50. Large items included that corner cabinet I featured December 25 on this blog HERE. That corner cabinet would be problematic to move. A large chest was also sold. More yard sales will follow at the end of February. and someone is coming tonight to look at the piano tonight.



The workshop is now the designated place for boxes to be moved and boxes to be packed and put in the workshop. Where have I gotten these boxes? From the cafeteria at the high school where I have been substituting.


The house will be sold "as is" and has yet to be put on the market. The carpet will be cleaned on February 6th rather than taken up.

So much has been done and I have my marching orders. I have this table of stuff to go through before the carpet cleaner comes on February 6th.

Where the pool table used to be

I am so grateful for my brother from Huntsville, Alabama, who was able to come for a week when I just had thrown my hands up in despair at getting ready to move. Logically this retired rocket scientist took me through rooms and we made decisions. He met with the plumbers, and the carpet cleaners. I am so grateful for Pharis who has been fixing things around here so the house will be ready to sell and who is even coming today while my brother is driving back to Huntsville, Alabama.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

First Yard Sale


On Labor Day my guests decided they would help a widow [me] with yard sales--their idea. I dared not take them up on this generous offer. Three Saturdays in October seemed the perfect plan. 

My neighbor Cindy down the road loaned me tables Thursday,  and even after her errands came by and helped me set them up in our second backyard where there is some concrete.  

Cindy's tables loaded in my GMC

Friday night, after much afternoon rain, I called Sally and she commandeered her husband Jake to help me put out tools from my husband's workshop on those tables for today's yard sale. Jake always likes to feel useful. Soon my teenager neighbor Esteban came over to help.
You can't see much of the tools, but you can barely see two port-a-potties and a shower chair.  Jake, Esteban and myself then put tarps over the covered tables as it got dark Friday night. It did rain some during the night, but I was ready as I could be. 

I set my alarm for 5 am for Saturday morning. By 6:30 am when their doors opened I was at Weight Watchers. I lost another 6/10 of a pound. I did not stay for the Weight Watcher meeting, but started out for home, fearing that someone would be there in the dark to buy. Just before I got home, in the dark, I put out two yellow signs to direct people to my house. Returning home at 7 am no one was at the house and it was still dark. 

At 8 am I had my first customer. At 9 am Marilyn and her husband George were here. Marilyn even brought lunch to prepare for all of us later. Soon Marianne and Greg were here. Marilyn and Marianne were part of my summer writer's group, and Marianne was the gal I interviewed HERE about her Early Onset Alzheimer's. She is doing great and knows so much about dementia that she was even helping Jake who has a later stage of Alzheimer's after Sally dropped him off. Jake was great at keeping dog Ziggy from running off. 

The day turned out to be pleasant--no rain. Soon this skilled group moved the yard sale down the driveway and closer to the street. People have to be able to see the stuff you are selling if they are going to stop, I was advised. "Many hands make light work" and soon the tables were closer to the street. 

We interacted with all my country neighbors. One, Lee, is a caregiver and he bought those two port-a-potty chairs, the shower chair and the elevated toilet seat from Lowes' that I had written about HERE. I sold all four items for a dollar a piece to this caregiver whose wife has Parkinson's disease. It warmed my heart that I could do this and I prayed with him about his caregiving journey and told him about this blog. Just love your wife, I advised him, even when she is difficult--it's her disease that makes her that way

It was curious to me that my late husband had so many cabinets with drawers for his carpentry supplies--maybe a dozen! It was equally amusing to me that men would buy this stuff! Everything went cheaply, and even so I made $409 after Cindy and her crew came back about 5:30. She was pleased that we would be storing her tables in my garage now, ready for the sales the next two Saturdays, instead of in the second back yard as had been the plan. 


Safe and ready for next yard sale
Dog Ziggy and I are tired and ready for bed now. 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Discombobulated With Caregiver Stress

Maybe I was a scatterbrain before becoming a caregiver. An Alzheimer's counselor even told me   blogging helps my stress. Here is my confession about my weaknesses and my often befuddled state. LORD HELP ME!

When you are a caregiver, you have stress. Could that explain why I cut my finger with Chef's Magic, went through the garage ceiling and accidentally swallowed my husband's pills and ended up in the hospital--all reported for the world to see on this blog!! Then there was the lost wallet on Good Friday in April--never found it to this day.

And clutter? Apparently you have to keep at this clutter problem. The thing is we have a great den with a pool table. Things get put on that pool table.  Put your supplies where your work is, according to organizational experts such as Mindy whose book I reviewed here. So cloth scrap material is by the sewing machine in that den. Now I am trying to sew a gift to be thoughtful and to save money and I need that pool table with its paper clutter cleaned off so I can cut out the gift. Shame on me! Too much clutter! Well I can't substitute teach this summer, so the opportunity to clean it off is here.  

Stress Indicators Recently?         

My digital camera went missing.  I didn't panic because I can take pictures with the iPhone. What is important is my husband. My digital camera was found in a box in the car.

My iPod went missing. I like my old iPod because I can get a phone call on my iPhone and turn it off and take the phone call or have them both on at the same time. I didn't panic about the iPod loss because I can listen to my podcasts, especially my Daily Audio Bible, on the iTunes on the computer. What is important is my husband and my being there for him. Sure enough that iPod showed up. It was right by the den's copy machine--camouflaged dark on the dark surface.

My keys to the DUI office went missing last Saturday. After several calls during the DUI break to get someone to the rescue, they were in the bottom of my purse! Does everyone just think I am flakey or what! Could it be that--

You work on organization all your life?! 



Today I have my husband at home and that is what is important. I am very pleased about what IS important. I am there for my husband who trusts me--a relationship we have built over our 14 years of marriage. The heart of her husband safely trust her it says Proverbs 31. Rather than my asking him,  he tells me if he is wet and I can change his adult diaper now in the bed--I am a skilled albeit stressed and befuddled caregiver. 

Chalk my scatterbrain up to caregiver stress or a character flaw, perhaps.  One day I want to get organized, but that day is yet to come.

Carol



Thursday, June 5, 2014

Bedridden Apparently

Hubby drinking Boost and Dog Chilling
The Hospice home health aide was here first thing this morning. I told her about the hard evening where Kenny and I tried to get hubby into bed last night.  Kenny has a bad back and his back was certainly hurting when he went home last night. The aide and I decided to keep him in bed until the nurse came instead of putting him in the Geri chair.

Before the aide left, the Hospice nurse came for her weekly visit and the two conferred about my husband. I told the nurse about the extra pain pill I gave my husband this morning (four hours after the 4:00 am one). It turns out I wasn't supposed to do that. However, she will now let him take Tramadol four times a day (every six hours) instead of three times. She ordered Liquid Tylenol three times a day.

She looked at that arthritic right knee and wondered if the ligament was worse. She is sending someone to X-ray it.  I told the nurse about the problems we have been having getting him to bed and about the night recently that his right knee leaned over the bed and he was in pain. That night I had to put a chair beside the bed with a pillow and an ice pack and he went back to sleep.

Had he fallen since Hospice? she asked.

Yes he has, I said as recorded last month HERE,  and he is increasingly less ambulatory. 

You see, folks, my good-natured husband had started recently to protest getting out of the GERI chair into the wheel chair and into bed.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" 

May 27th it took one and a half hours to get him to bed. One night at 10:30 pm I went to get two strong men (Kenny's kin) to help get him to bed. I just thought he was stubborn and that this was the Alzheimer's NO sounding loud and clear. Hubby certainly is less able to explain himself. He didn't say that he did not want  to take a few steps between the Geri chair and the wheel chair because it hurt. I assumed the Alzheimer's stubbornness was kicking in. Now the nurse told him to stay in bed and I will begin that regiment of turning him every few hours to prevent bedsores.

Also the Hospice social worker made her weekly visit this morning. She was scheduled to come Friday, but the nurse alerted her to come today. She asked about my stress level and about my getting out of the house (respite). Yesterday was a hugely stressful day, I told her. However, I was happy to report to her about friends staying with hubby so I can go to church for our 2 pm Sunday service, and about Sally and Jim staying at our home for two Saturdays when I am contracted to work for a DUI assignment. The social worker is arranging some options where I can pay Hospice for respite. She was happy to hear that an application is in to the West Central Florida Area Agency on Aging which will take longer to happen. Hospice and this agency can work together. Kevin who represents this agency is in my Toastmasters club and he called Tuesday to get this in the works. Maybe respite will happen by the fall so someone can be with my husband while I substitute teach. Kenny is less able to help these days and you may recall that he has his mother to attend to and his own doctor appointments.

Verses I Am Meditating On

I canceled 20 days of substitute teaching in May and June and need wisdom for our finances that our resources cover the summer. Proverbs 16:18 reads Better is a little with righteousness, than vast revenues without justice. 
LORD, help me to be righteous with my little. Help me to be careful with our moneyHelp respite to come through so I can work for our bills. Thank you for provision in the past. Amen. 
Proverbs 16:9 reads A man's heart plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps. When this widow (me) married my godly husband in 2000, I had no understanding of how things would go. My heart had a plan for our senior years. I had a plan to fit into a new family and retire without having to work, but the LORD has taken me in the direction that He has chosen for me. In His direction I have seen His mercies every morning. It is not all gloom and doom (although there is anticipatory grief for sure). I know that my husband when he dies will be with our LORD in heaven and then reunited with his body when Christ comes back to earth. This is my hope as well. We senior Christians get to have this happen sooner than most believers. 

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Beginning of Stage Six


Even in laughter the 
heart may sorrow,
And the end of mirth 
may be grief.


Proverbs 14:13

I started noticing changes lately. Those outings we had in April, may be the last ones we have and that thought was in the back of my mind when we went to a show and to a party. Some of our usual routines are not working. I am showing signs of being stressed out by change (not sleeping as well) and hubby is definitely changing. It may not just be a UTI--my idea earlier in the week.  Rather hubby may be headed into stage 6 of dementia. Oh my goodness! I did not want this to happen. I am trying to have a normal week. 


Enroe from my church helped me on Tuesday, his day off and my day off from substituting. After I dropped off the GMC to have the air bag replaced for free because it was recalled, Enroe  drove me around all morning in his vehicle. We went to Social Security so I could order a replacement SS Card. We went to my husband's doctor's office to get a prescription for his suspected UTI, and we went to one bank. Then Enroe drove me to a Christian Women's Club lunch where I sat with my friend Sally. Ordinarily both of our husbands would be at the Senior Center, but my husband was in no shape to go. Jake has been at the Senior Center enough with my husband so Sally can leave him without a problem. Then Sally drove me to a bank and then to get my car. I went on to Lakeland Toyota to find out about a gap refund since I have refinanced the GMC. Ordinarily Kenny would drive me on such errands, but he is out of town. Tuesday I had to do it all and Tuesday night it was so hard to deal with hubby! 

With Kenny gone, I have been fixing hubby a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a croissant for lunch when I work. He loves it. My plan has been to not substitute on Tuesdays this May. I told myself it's just a UTI and he will get better. 


What do they say about the best laid plans!!!

Wednesday morning I woke up ready to give hubby his pills, get him dressed and wheel him in his wheel chair out by the TV. No way did this work as it usually does and I had to call the school to say I would be late. I just could not hurry hubby up. He had only had his second antibiotic pill for the UTI. To top off everything, the sheets and mattress pad were wet!  I decided to not substitute for a few days, maybe until Kenny is back in town. Yes, we need the money, but the LORD has always provided and He can do it again. 


What is happening? 
  1. I have to stop my busyness because we may be going into stage 6 of Alzheimer's which is described HERE. I cannot keep up my pace. 
  2. We are using a wheel chair and a walker. Last year hubby would have objected. Recently this is the way he is getting around and he is accepting it. The chiropractor can only do so much to restore his ability to walk now. He hobbles. This is stage six, folks. 
  3. Urinary incontinence is here. At first hubby did not like these briefs. I wanted to mail back the adult diapers to Rite-Aid and waited for directions for that mailing that never came. Now I can use them at night and will try them tonight. This is stage six, folks. 
  4. I AM BLIND! I can no longer be THAT blind to blame his behavior ALL on a UTI. 
Before I confirm stage six, which is highly suspect, I will see someone at the Alzheimer's Association tomorrow morning. We will see a neurologist in June, if not before so we can see if the Exelon Patch and Namenda will still need to be taken. What other meds does he need? I wonder.  

Sad update:  Kenny's mom, Margaret, has stage four cancer. She is in Orlando recovering from surgery that may not have gotten all the cancer. She will have chemo. Kenny told me she asked about me. She has been such a wonderful friend and fine Christian believer. I would choose her as a sister any day if I could. Her recovery is not guaranteed, but we have talked about our guaranteed future in heaven with our LORD. 


I am just not ready for all of this! 

Carol

Friday, February 28, 2014

My Husband's Poor Appetite

Any old problem seems to be stressful for me lately.  Some care receivers eat all the time, but not my husband. With his mixed dementia he has lost weight and doesn't always eat much. It is also hard to get enough liquids down him which he needs because of UTI possibilities. 


Trying to Increase the Appetite 
Hubby likes to eat on a tray at his Archie Bunker spot in the den while watching TV. He is so at home there that I hesitate to change the routine. He will sit at the table when we have others eating with us. Pictured  is a mix of nuts, dried cranberries and dark chocolate chips in a red bowl. Food a red plate is supposed to work. They say 25% more will be consumed HERE if the it is on red a red plate or in a red bowl.  The red in that bottle comes from 1/3 diet cranberry juice mixed with diet Lipton ice tea and the cranberry juice helps him not get another UTI. He really likes this drink and it is red! I also try to give him bottled water because we have well water that doesn't taste so good.

Equal Mixture of Two Items Frozen in Ice Cube Tray

I have featured his coconut oil chocolate HERE on this blog. I even arrange for that coconut oil chocolate when we are out of town.  He has his coconut oil chocolate and a breakfast bar when I leave the house in the morning. At times when Kenny comes to give him his lunch, that breakfast bar is still there and the chocolate is melted. 

Between Kenny and I we always see that he gets his morning pills. Sometimes I text Kenny that he hasn't had his morning pills and Kenny takes care of that for me. I am responsible for his evening pills. Kenny also gives him two pills at lunch. 

We have gone through different kinds of lunches since hubby was diagnosed with mixed dementia. Kenny suggested a variety of frozen dinners with foods he likes for lunch. Hubby also has coconut oil chocolate for lunch. This lunch is working now and when I work it is easy for Kenny to fix while I work. 

One solution is out-and-out bribery. Your ice cream is ready after you eat a little more. Many care givers use ice cream I have read. I hear that a nutritious ice cream will be here soon. 

Hubby likes to eat with someone such as myself at dinner and he seems to eat more when we go out to eat. We usually bring some of that dinner home and it doesn't taste as good to him with the warm up. Tonight I am warming up his dinner for the second time. He won't remember that he had it last night. 

Hubby likes salads and can eat the salad and be too full for the dinner, but then wants his ice cream. So salad and ice cream! 

I do the best I can. Sometimes I hear his stomach growl in the early morning hours. I want to get up out of bed and get his false teeth and feed him, but he prefers to sleep. 

It is always something with dementia care receivers, and every one is different. Trying to tackle one problem at a time here, folks. 


Carol

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

CONFESSION: Off My Niceness Treadmill

It is time I confess my stress and sinful anger at my husband Monday night. I was off the niceness treadmill that night in a sinful way, not in a logical, calm way as I wrote about in my book, Getting Off the Niceness Treadmill. I was yelling at my husband big time. 

Basically hubby was supposed to stay home while I went to Toastmasters.  I had the responsibility of running the meeting--I signed up for the Toastmaster assignment on Sunday when I noticed no one had picked up that key job. We had agreed on hubby staying home, I thought, and Kenny would make his dinner and check in on him while I was at Toastmasters.  Hubby remembered none of this agreement Monday night. 


Two facts about dementia loved ones such as my husband:
1. Short-term memory. Despite the fact that "Toastmasters" was typed on my side of the daily schedule, hubby denied that he wasn't going to Toastmasters. 
2. Dementia husbands like their home and if the wife is not home, they want to be with her wherever she goes

One fact about a Toastmaster meeting: Someone needs to be the Toastmaster each meeting and introduce everyone. 


All the details had to come together but everything was last minute. Monday people had to sign up for jobs for the agenda and I had to make the agenda when I came home from substitute teaching in public school and that wasn’t as easy as I thought. Volunteer caregiver Kenny came over to make Herb’s dinner and I couldn’t chit chat with him. But neighbor Kenny could understand I couldn’t chit chat. He saw my tension and left the dinner for hubby. 

You are trying to keep me home! hubby screamed. I was leaving, Kenny had left and by golly hubby was going to go with me to Toastmasters! Hubby hadn’t shaved. He hadn’t eaten his supper. He wanted to go at the last minute on my last nerves I hurried hubby along—very unpleasant for both of us. Uncharacteristically I started barking orders at him to get him ready. There was very little time. We argued as I drove us to Lakeland.  

The meeting went fine, although I need a hair appointment as evidenced on Facebook by all the pictures of me presenting ribbons to various people. No time for a hair appointment as I am working six days this week. When do I blog? I fit it in for therapy. 

I apologized to hubby when we got home from Toastmasters and he had forgotten all about our argument before Toastmasters. He didn't want his dinner which was left for him and I threw it away rather than heat it up. I made each of us a bowl of ice cream and sat with him to eat it. 


Lesson: Alzheimer's is a  S L O W disease 
and the world has to slow down for it. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Interview of Karen, Caregiver for Her Mom

Karen and Her Mom
When Karen sent me two pictures, she said that even after taking care of her mom who had Alzheimer's the last years of her life, she can only remember her mom as happy. At the bottom is one of her parents she says--"happy times". 


Karen and I met somehow in the Alzheimer's caregiver blogging world. She would write on my blog and I would write on hers. She always seemed so lovely and was willing to let me interview her.

Carol: How long did your mother have Alzheimer’s and how did you come to live with your mom?

Karen: In total I believe that Mom had Alzheimer’s ten years or more while we lived with her. I was 4 months pregnant with my son when my dad died and she went right into baby-sitting. I got a divorce when my son was 4. Mom babysat for me while I worked and my son loved her so when I divorced we got our own place but my son wanted to stay with Mom. I figured why pay rent! Why not stay with mom all the time! So we moved in with her. She told me once that my son saved her life. She said she would have died without my son to care for! Mom and I were best friends. It was perfect. I did not date until after my son was in college. I just was so content with our life.

I drove a School bus and worked in the school kitchen when my son started school, so we would have the same hours. He rode a different bus than mine and Mom would be on the front porch at 3:00 waiting for him everyday. When he started middle school, I started driving a transit bus full-time for more money. I did that for three years. That is when mom‘s Alzheimer’s started.

As she got worse, my son would come home from school and find her walking down the street or at a neighbor’s house and not really remembering why she was there. As he got older she was not eating, not bathing and hoarding stuff in her room. She called my brother and sister all day and me at work over and over. My sis worked nights but she started coming over to care for her in the day while I was at work.

Anyway she got worse and worse. After months and months and years of decline she would not get up to go to restroom or do anything for herself. I would get up at 4 am to have her ready for my sis to come in after work to care for her.  Then I would go to work. That was not working for anybody. So I went back to being a part-time School Bus Aid. It just got worse. My sis was wearing down working nights and here during day and I was too from being here the rest of the time and working. My brother helped when we asked and he tried hard, but he is a guy and he felt awkward with Mom’s personal needs. He had to work too. Finally I gave up and became her full-time caregiver.

Carol: So the caregiving role just developed over time and anyway you were living with your mom. Your relationship with your mom seemed so mellow.

Karen: The reason our relationship was so mellow is that I am the baby of the family and my dad was a truck driver—we were used to each other and my sis and brother were grown and gone seems like forever and it was just she and I. We were best friends. I wanted to be with her more than with my girlfriends.

Carol: As the situation changed with the Alzheimer’s entering the picture was it hard to maintain the mother/daughter relationship?

Karen: Over time I lost the daughter mom dynamics. I went from daughter to caregiver. I regret that. I bossed her around so often and now I try to remember if I gave her any loving and did I talk to her in her last stages?  Or, did I just go through our routine of sleeping, eating, bathing, getting out of bed?

Carol: How long did you take care of her full-time after you quit work?

Karen: About four years at the end of her life.  

Carol: You didn’t seem to have much of a break in your caregiving from what I can tell on your blog. Was it stressful?

Karen: I remember sometimes I would be so stressed I would get in bed with her and lie beside her and just cry--wanting some love from my mom. But I don’t' think I gave her enough love.

Carol: Why do you say that?

Karen: Mom became like a child, and then a nothing--she was just there. NO words--never moved. I had to do everything. I hope your husband stays hard to handle because that means he is still “in there”. Hard on you, Carol, but better than his not responding to you anymore, I think.  Your husband might be hard to handle but he still argues and talks back to you a little so you know he still is thinking about stuff.

Carol: I am still fortunate after five years. We do talk and he tells me he loves me and I tell him I love him. Our routines are getting past the stubbornness. He is really not hard to handle, and I do have a volunteer caregiver neighbor who helps out when he can.

Carol: What was it like—switching roles?

Karen: At first she was very independent as far as paying bills and handling her money. She wanted to keep taking care of money matters, but she was writing checks wrong and not keeping up with the bills or losing them. So that was hard. I had to ask her, Mom, do you want me to write the checks for you? And at first it was no then later not now and then she would say later for like months. Then she got to where she would say yes. She always had to have lots of cash in her purse but was losing it. She would want to get $500 out of bank every month but not take care of it. She could not drive. Never did so and that was a blessing because someone would have to take her to the bank. We finally talked her into just getting $200 out. Very slowly she would give in to letting me do more.  As the disease got worse, the more I could do for her.


Carol: I have taken clues from others. I happened in our case that when I retired from full-time teaching, my husband fortunately turned finances over to me because he would work for another year. I still compliment him for the fine budget spreadsheet he set up that I follow. He caught me on-line banking and so I write very few checks. At times he asks to be informed. Also taking clues from others in the blogging community, my husband still has a wallet, a driver’s license that he doesn’t use and a key to our car.

At one time you placed your mother in a nursing home. What happened to bring her home?

Karen: We could not pay for another placement. She had too many assets according to DHS and not Medicaid to pay for bills--just Medicare. We lived paycheck to paycheck but she had two houses and they had to be out of her name for 5 years before she would be able to get Medicaid. If she had only had the one home I think she could have gotten it. But one house was rented and so we would have had to sell it and use up all that money before help. She did not want to sell it. It is a long story but she gave it to my sis. And she gave her house to me. But not on paper--just in the will. First thing we did wrong was not to get the titles transferred officially. It is hard but you need to explain to your parents that everything has to be out of their names and in yours for over 5 year now for them to get any government help. And if you are not rich, you will need help or have to live paycheck to paycheck like us. I cashed in my IRA and teachers retirement to pay off any outstanding bills and we used her and my savings as we went along when her Social Security check was not enough.

Carol: Name some extraordinary stress you encountered living this way.

Karen: She got so hard to care for that I bought a van with a wheelchair ramp and took her into see doctor for years, She would yell and scream and it got harder and harder. They put her on Alzheimer’s meds to slow it down and she was in the early stages for years with slow changes.  The mid stages were about 3 to 5 years.  The last stages were around 2 more years. But it was awful. We had to do every thing for her she did not help to do anything anymore. My cousin said to ask for Hospice to come to house. I said, No, she is not ready to die. My cousin said they would come if her doctor agrees with it and she does not need to be near death. Well I asked her doctor and they called Hospice.

To keep Hospice there has to be a decline in a patient every 3 months. Well it was slow but she did decline some. And hospice was so nice and wanted to keep coming. They paid for everything--all her needs. All I had to do was buy food. Thank goodness for them. It was great. They did take her off blood pressure and Alzheimer’s meds but she was never in pain--they made sure of that. She had Arthritis really bad so they kept her pain free. They came twice to 3 times a week depending on her condition. She would have a bad day or week and they would ask me if I wanted them to take her to hospice,  but she would come out of it. This happen at least 3 times in the almost 2 years they were coming.  But then she got Aspiration Pneumonia. Everything she ate or drank went in her lungs. She was choking on everything. They gave me options to take her to Hospital and she might get better but she would no longer be on Hospice or I could send her to Hospice and they would make her comfortable and let her go peacefully. I gave in and we took her to Hospice. It was awful. She was so sick. And I was so tired. I just needed sleep. The first night at Hospice I sleep on sofa all night. First all night sleep I had in years! The next day they said she coughed all night and I told them I did not hear her cough once. Can you believe it!  I slept though her coughing all night. Not good.

When she went to Hospice she had no pressure sores. I worked so hard to keep her turned and clean. I was so proud. That is the only thing I am proud of. I was not nice enough to her, I felt—it was just so hard. I just changed her diapers got her up, dressed, and fed her  like a robot . We had a routine and it never changed except on the days the Hospice Aid or Nurse would come.

Carol: Looking back, what advice would you give someone taking care of his/her parent with dementia?

Karen: If you are going to care for a love one fulltime, have the finances in order. Call an Elder Attorney. Ask for help. Get all the info you can get. And if you can, try not to be the fulltime caregiver.  Be the daughter or son and let someone else be the caregiver. I believe if she had been in a nice assisted living home, I would have loved to come visit her as a daughter--never a caregiver.  It would have been wonderful to have someone able to care for her at home while I worked. We could all be her kids and she our mom. I missed all the years we could have had in the later years because I was her caregiver and not her daughter. You can't get them back.

Carol: Since your mother died, was it hard to get back into the work force?

Karen: I used my recent experience. After she died I went to Lifestyles to work. It was working with people who have disabilities. All ages. I just helped them live on their own. I took them shopping and out on the town.  I helped them with chores or just ran errands. I did that for the first year, but I needed to get away from caregiving all together. I am a Courier now. I am driving again. I love to do that. I run in and out of clinics and banks picking up and dropping off stuff to them. Love it.

Carol: What a pleasure it has been to hear your story! You were an awesome daughter and maybe didn’t give yourself enough credit for the difficult job you had. Your advice is timely for others who read this blog. Thanks so much, Karen!
One of Karen's Favorites of Her Parents

 





Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Five for My Fifth Year of Blogging

Walking to His Spot in the Den
I will give you the five most popular blog posts by number of views this fifth year of Plant City Lady and Friends. As usual, you can click on the red to find that post.

September 7, 2013. Hubby walks. I think that having an article in two local newspapers which give mention to this blog bumped up the views to 433.

February 4, 2013. The post on GERD got the second amount of views this year (335). I would have thought that the post on my hearing aids would have gotten more hits. I am not suffering from GERD any longer.
October 16, 2013. Dealing with stress (315 views). Actually I like the part two stress post better on 12/1/13--very practical for me, but it had much less views. 

June 14, 2013. Granddaughter's quilt (278 views). More quilts are coming.

January 7, 2013.  The fourth area of The House That Cleans Itself series was a popular post with 218 views. Shortly after that I had a genuine Southern hissy fit with Google because pictures on blogs were not going to be free. In short, they won. So now I am paying $2.49 a month for the privilege of posting my messes for you all.
As I review 2013, many things happened or haven't happened.  
  1. We have a volunteer caregiver, Kenny, to enable me to continue to work.
  2. Hubby survived UTIs and was not placed in a nursing home as his doctor expected. 
  3. We have a volunteer for yard and home maintenance, Pharis. Essentially he is covering the front and back yards (areas 8 and 9) in the home organizational project I started in 2012. 
  4. Hubby is walking thanks to our chiropractor.
  5. I did not turn out to have thyroid cancer and I got hearing aids. 
  6. We solved my husband's shaving and showering routines.
  7. I was put on YouTube as MC AC The Rap Lady. More raps need to be put up, but I am not skilled in doing this. My niece and nephew videotaped me and are producing this YouTube channel. 
  8. I kept my weight down, although I need to lose more. 
  9. I have not finished two areas (10 and 11) in The House That Cleans Itself as other priorities crept into our lives. The workshop is next. 
  10. I started my seminary counseling dissertation on being a dementia caregiver. 
Thanks 
for your prayers, everyone! 
How can I pray for you in 2014? 
Hugs,
Carol

Incidentally, one of the most viewed blog posts ever 
on December 31, 2009 features Southern New Years Recipes.