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This is a hard part

I’ve been procrastinating blogging because I had wanted to share the story and photos from Mom’s 90th birthday party in June, but first I was too busy getting ready for my annual retreat… and then when I came back, I got a shock that I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with.  It’s been so stressful for the last six weeks, I just can’t get myself into the right frame of mind to write a cheerful birthday post. I promise I will, eventually. Right now, I need to get some of what’s been happening off my chest.

The shocker: The owner of the care home called a meeting with me the first week of July to discuss “the level of care for your mother.” I walked into that meeting with my stomach in knots and the adrenaline rush making me almost dizzy. I was afraid she was going to tell me that Mom needs to be in skilled nursing and we’d have to move her. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. She outlined all the ways in which Mom’s care needs have increased in the four years she has lived there (without there ever being an increase in the charges) – from walking with a walker to wheelchair bound, from partially incontinent to fully incontinent (both bladder and bowels), the number of medical appointments they’ve been taking her to, and finally, behavioral changes.

She had mentioned a couple months ago that Mom sometimes gets agitated when the caregivers are trying to get her to do something she doesn’t want to do (e.g., toileting or get out of bed in the morning) and strikes out, slapping their hands away or even pinching them. Apparently this is only getting worse and she’s even started spitting on the caregivers. I was floored, to say the least. Here I’ve thought we were so fortunate that Mom hasn’t had the kind of personality change that is so common with dementia patients, but apparently I just don’t see it. I’m like the non-custodial parent, who comes in once a week to take the kids out for ice cream and a movie. I’m not the one who has to enforce rules, make her take her pills, etc. “She is totally different when you are around,” the owner told me.

The bottom line is that they need to increase the monthly charges so that she can cover her increased staffing costs. I understand that and it’s not unreasonable at all, but the amount by which they are increasing is problematic for us, to say the least. Right now the amount Mom pays to the board and care each month is within $10 of her monthly income from social security and my dad’s VA pension. The monthly cost is going up by $500. I have no freaking idea where that money is going to come from. Also, re: the behavioral issues, the owner asked me to talk to her doctor about prescribing some kind of medication to “keep her calm.” I’m afraid that if we don’t do that, she might tell us that Mom has to move.

Mom got referred to a new neurologist (because Dr. O is no longer part of her insurance network), and I asked him about prescribing something to help with the agitation/aggression, but since this was his first time seeing her, he was reluctant to do that and told me to talk to her primary care doctor. I brought it up with the primary care nurse at her most recent visit, but didn’t have a chance to talk to Dr. G when Mom wasn’t present. (And there was no way I was going to discuss her spitting on the staff in front of her — she’d be horrified, and she’d never believe she does anything like that.)

Meanwhile, she’s had a cough with chest congestion on and off since late June. When I visited her on July 4 after 9 days away, I learned her oxygen saturation had been dropping into the mid-80s and they were giving her supplemental oxygen. I called her primary care doctor and he ordered a chest x-ray, which was done on July 6 and showed “a little fluid in her lungs.” Long story short, after a visit to the pulmonologist and another visit to the primary, she is still coughing and the one thing they prescribed (albuterol in a nebulizer) seems to help the symptoms for a while but doesn’t stop it. I am both concerned and starting to get really frustrated.

I don’t write much here about what’s going on in my own life, except as it relates to being a caregiver, but here are a couple of things that have happened in the last year. On September 1 of last year, I was laid off from my job after almost 7 years in that position and a total of 13 years with the company. I got a good severance package, so I wasn’t too worried at first and I was grateful to be able to take time off to devote to Mom’s care. I started job hunting in January, never imagining it would take so long to find a job. Then in April, I got really sick with a flu that turned into pneumonia. I spent two weeks in bed and another two weeks slowly regaining my strength. And because I was sick in bed, I missed out on the opportunity to interview for a job that I think would have been a perfect fit for me. I did finally land a temp-to-hire position through a temp agency, which I started in early May. But it pays about 2/3 of what I was making at my old job, so my monthly paycheck doesn’t even cover all of MY regular expenses, much less allow me to subsidize Mom’s care to the tune of $500/mo. Most of my severance pay is long gone, and I’d been holding onto what is left in the hopes of paying off one of my substantial credit card bills. But unless I get a better job in the next couple of months, I’m not going to be able to avoid spending the last of the funds just to keep the bills paid. And I have no idea what we’ll do when my savings runs out.

So, yeah, it’s been a little stressful.

The one bright spot on the horizon right now is that I’ve applied for Medi-Cal (California’s version of Medicaid) coverage for Mom, and an eligibility specialist who did a review for us has assured me that she’ll qualify for the full coverage without a share of cost. Medi-Cal won’t pay for board and care costs, only for skilled nursing, BUT they will cover all her prescriptions and co-pays and her monthly premium for Medicare Part B, which would give her about another $125 a month.  And if they will pay for incontinence supplies, that would help even more. It’s not enough, but it’s something. And in the event that she does eventually require skilled nursing, we will at least have that option. Though I HATE the idea of her living in some horrible nursing home like the place she’s been after her hospital stays, and I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. And I also hear that it can take months to get a Medi-Cal bed in even a mediocre nursing home, so it’s not an option in the short term even if we wanted it.

Well, I have to wrap this up now so I can take Mom to get a chest x-ray. The last round of labs showed an elevated white blood cell count, which may indicate an infection, but Dr. G didn’t want to prescribe antibiotics without first getting a chest x-ray. I’m hopeful we’ll get to the bottom of what’s causing this chronic cough soon and that there will be something they can do to treat it. I’m trying to stay hopeful about the financial situation too and trust, as Mom does, that it will all work out. But that’s a lot easier said than done. If anyone has any advice on that front, please feel free to comment here or email me, if you have my email. Thanks for listening.

 

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Bad Days & Batty Ideas

The last couple of days haven’t been good days for Mom. Yesterday when I arrived mid-afternoon, as arranged, to take her to get her hair done, she was just starting to eat her lunch. The staff explained that she was having so much pain in her knee that she’d refused to get up from her recliner to eat or even go to the bathroom. I knew she wasn’t going to be up to the hair salon, so I just sat with her while she ate her lunch. Before I left, I leaned down behind her wheelchair and hugged her. She gripped my arms tightly and said softly, “That feels good. Comforting… Reassuring.” I kissed her forehead and told her that I love her and I’d see her tomorrow.

We did make it to the hair salon today, but it was a struggle all the way. Her legs were so weak, it took both caregivers lifting under her arms to transfer her from wheelchair to car. When we got to the salon, she and I struggled to get her out of the car. Usually she can push up with her arms and get to standing, but today she needed to be lifted. Once she had collapsed into the wheelchair, she looked up at me and said, “I’m a mess.” I shrugged that off with a smile, but I hate to hear her talk like that. It’s a strong indicator that she’s not feeling like herself.  The hairstylist helped me get her from wheelchair to shampoo chair; and to save Mom the extra strain on her legs, she let her stay in the wheelchair while she cut her hair and rolled it up on the rollers. Mom was practically nodding off in the chair, and by the time we got back to the car, she wasn’t sure if she could get up again. She was almost a dead weight, and when I managed to haul her to her feet, she just leaned her head against my chest and seemed to be having trouble turning around. She barely got her butt onto the edge of the car seat, but we made it.

I’m worried about her today, wondering if it’s the neurological issues progressing that is causing these mobility issues or if there’s a systemic issue making her so weak. Or both. Sigh. I’m hoping she’ll be up for going to church on Easter Sunday, which was the whole reason I put her through the trip to the salon.

Yesterday while Mom was in the bathroom, I was talking to Jenny, one of the other residents who also has dementia. “Do you know who came up with this batty idea?” she asked me, out of the blue. What batty idea is that, Jenny? “To cut off our arms and legs!” she replied, indignant. Yes, I agreed, that does sound like a batty idea. I wondered where it had come from, but then she continued… “I try to use my arms to push myself up, but they don’t want me to do that. They don’t want us to use our arms and legs. Your mother, too. Our arms and legs work just fine!” Well, I commented, my mom’s legs aren’t working too well right now…

I’ve been thinking about this today, wondering if the staff really are “cutting off [the use of] their arms and legs” by insisting on lifting the residents instead of letting them push themselves up and just giving them a boost as needed.  I know they’re trying to ensure  safety and avoid falls, but it’s so discouraging to see my mom losing the use of her legs. And her arms have always been strong, even when she had PT in the hospital. Use it or lose it, as they say. But I don’t know what to do about that.