The Story So Far

  • I'm a writer, photographer, consultant. Age 51. My father was a reporter and editor. Then he became something other than that. He died February 8, 2010 at 87. He was widowed in 2003. His decline started a little earlier. His sister died of Alzheimer's.

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julie

OMG, we seem to have come to the same place although months ago I thought you were way
ahead of us. We all seem to end up here so I guess it doesn't matter how soon we got here.
I'm getting out my nursing home notes, but we don't have so many choices here. Well, we
could go to the one that is one hour away, or the one that is two hours away. Hmmm, does
that mean I drive everyday, every other day, once a week or do I move to be close. I don't
know, I think I'll wait and see what decision is made for me.
I hope things work out so you can be happy, that's all we can hope for I guess.
cheers,
Julie

Shu

Hugs from here. No matter what is going on it's all hard and breaks your heart.

It is extremely rare that I visit my mother without having at least one melting into tears (me, not her, although usually one of us is joining the other). The 2 things we've found that pull her out of the abyss are visits from the new baby great-grandson who enchants her completely and on non-baby visits, I've been reading to her. Don't think she follows the story or retains the goings-on of the characters, but the act of being read to seems to take her somewhere calming and 'special' -- maybe to childhood? I'm glad to have discovered this means of reaching through.

Sending you and your dad (and your wife!) hugs as you search for those things that take him to a place (an inner place) that lets him feel safe and comfortable and secure. That really seems to become the goal however it can be achieved. And may you find a loving, caring nursing home in the 'nearby' for y'all. THE HOLY GRAIL!

Best,
Shu

Maryellen

I can't begin to imagine what it is like for you and others who are on this complex journey with a loved one. Wishing you peace and comfort.

Alan G. Ampolsk

Julie - I think the reason we're in the same place is that I haven't made any progress on nursing homes in the past five months. Arguably I should have - though since his home situation has been somewhat stable, I decided to leave it alone for a while. That may or may not have been the right choice - I'm sure I'll find out when it's too late.

Shu - that's interesting about reading to him. I've tried it with my father a couple of times, but he tends to intervene and jump into conversations instead of listening and relaxing, and you wind up back where you would have been. Of course, most of these experiments have been at high-stress moments - like in the hospital. I'll try again on a quieter afternoon.

Maryellen - it's really good to hear from you, 'sbeen a while. I'll be in touch shortly. Hope all's well with you.

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