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Beech Lodge private Nursing Home, Ireland
Elder Rage: If I Only Knew Then-What I Know Now
By Jacqueline Marcell
For eleven years I begged my obstinate elderly father
to allow a caregiver to help him with my ailing mother,
but after 55 years of loving her, he adamantly insisted
on taking care of her himself. Every caregiver I hired
to help him sighed in exasperation, "Jacqueline,
I just can't work with your father--his temper is impossible
to handle. I don't think you'll be able to get him to
accept help until he's on his knees himself."
My father had always been 90 percent wonderful, but
boy-oh-boy, that raging temper was a doozy. Hed
never turned his temper on me before, but then again,
I'd never gone against his wishes either. When my mother
nearly died from his inability to care for her, I had
to step in and risk his wrath to save her life--having
no idea that in the process it would nearly cost me
my own.
JEKYLL & HYDE
I spent three months nursing my mother back to relative
"health", while my father, who was telling
me he loved me one minute, would get mad about some
trivial thing, call me nasty names and throw me out
of the house the next. I was stunned to see him get
so upset over the most ridiculous things, even running
the washing machine could cause a tizzy, and there was
no way to reason with him. It was so heart wrenching
to have my once-adoring father turn against me.
I immediately took him to his doctor and was astonished
that he could act completely normal when he needed to.
I couldn't believe it when the doctor looked at me like
I was the crazy one. She didnt even take me seriously
when I reported that my father nearly electrocuted my
mother and that he nearly burned the house down. Much
later I found out that hed instructed her not
to listen to anything I said, because all I wanted was
his money. (Boy do I wish he had some.)
Then things got serious. My father had never laid a
hand on me my whole life, but one day he nearly choked
me to death with his bare hands for adding HBO to his
cable package, even though he had eagerly consented
to it just a few days before. Terrified and devastated,
I frantically called the police who took him to a psychiatric
hospital for evaluation. I was so stunned when they
quickly released him, saying they couldn't find anything
wrong with him. Similar horrifying incidents occurred
four times.
CATCH 22
I couldn't leave my father alone with my mother, because
she'd surely die from his inability to care for her.
I couldn't get the doctors to believe me, because he
was always so darling and sane in front of them. I couldn't
get medication to calm him, and even when I did, he
refused to take it and flushed it down the toilet. I
couldn't get him to accept a caregiver, and even when
I did, no one would put up with him for very long. I
couldn't place my mother in a nursing home--he'd just
take her out. I couldn't put him in a home--he didn't
qualify. They both refused any mention of assisted living,
and legally I couldn't force them. I became trapped
at my parents' home for nearly a year trying to solve
the endless crisis, crying rivers daily--and infuriated
with an unsympathetic medical system that wasn't helping
me appropriately.
WHATS WRONG?
You don't need to have a doctorate to know something
is wrong, but you do need a doctor who can diagnose
and treat it properly. Finally, I stumbled upon a compassionate
geriatric dementia specialist who performed a battery
of blood, neurological and memory tests, along with
P.E.T. scans. First he ruled out the numerous reversible
dementias, and then, you should have seen my face drop
when he diagnosed Stage One Alzheimer's in BOTH of my
parents--something that all of their other doctors missed
entirely.
TRAPPED IN OLD HABITS
What I'd been coping with was the beginning of dementia,
which is very intermittent and appears to come and go.
I didn't understand that my father was addicted and
trapped in his own bad behavior of a lifetime, and that
his old habit of yelling to get his way was coming out
over things that were now illogical and irrational...
at times. I also didn't understand that demented does
not mean stupid, at all, and that he was still socially
adjusted to never show his "Hyde" side to
anyone outside the family. Even with the beginning of
dementia, it was amazing that he could still be extremely
manipulative and crafty. On the other hand, my mother
was even sweeter and lovelier than shed always
been.
BALANCING BRAIN CHEMISTRY
Alzheimer's is just one type of dementia, and there's
no stopping the progression nor is there yet a cure.
However, if identified early, there are medications
that can slow the progression and keep a person in the
early stage longer, delaying full-time care. (Ask a
dementia specialist about the FDA approved medications:
Aricept, Exelon and Reminyl. Also, medication for later
stage--Memantine.)
After slowing the dementia the doctor prescribed a
small dose of anti-aggression medication, which smoothed
out my fathers volatile temper without drugging
him out. My parents also received anti-depressants,
which made a huge difference in their moods. Once their
brain chemistries were properly balanced, I was able
to optimize their nutrition and fluid consumption with
less resistance. I was also better able to implement
behavioral techniques. Instead of logic and reason--I
used distraction, redirection and reminiscence. Instead
of arguing--I validated their feelings.
Finally, I was able to get my father to accept a caregiver
(hed alienated 40), and with the use of Adult
Day Health Care five days a week for them, and a weekly
support group for me, everything started to fall into
place. It was so wonderful to once again hear my father
often say, We love you so much, sweetheart.
Then, after several more years of loving each othermy
parents passed, still living in their own home, just
a few months apart. Even though being responsible for
every aspect of their last years was the hardest thing
I have ever done--I am proud to say I gave them the
best end-of-life I possibly could.
AHHH HINDSIGHT--IT'S ALWAYS 20/20 What is so shocking
is that none of the many professionals who treated my
parents that first year ever discussed the possibility
of Alzheimers Disease with me. One out of every
ten persons by the age of 65, and nearly one out of
every two by age 85, gets A.D. Had I simply been shown
the "10 Warning Signs of Alzheimer's" I would
have realized a year earlier what was happening and
gotten my parents the help they so desperately needed.
If this rings true for you about someone you love, I
urge you to reach out for help from a dementia specialist
sooner than later.
TEN WARNING SIGNS OF ALZHEIMER'S
1. Recent memory loss that affects job skills
2. Difficulty performing familiar tasks
3. Problems with language
4. Disorientation of time and place
5. Poor or decreased judgment
6. Problems with abstract thinking
7. Misplacing things
8. Changes in mood or behavior
9. Changes in personality
10. Loss of initiative
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Jacqueline Marcell is an author, publisher, radio host,
national speaker, and advocate for eldercare awareness
and reform. Her book, Elder Rage, or Take My Father...
Please! How to Survive Caring For Aging Parents, a Book-of-the-Month
Club selection, is being considered for a feature film.
Endorsed by: Hugh Downs, Regis Philbin, Dr. Dean Edell,
Johns Hopkins Memory Clinic, Duke University Center
For Aging, and the National Adult Day Services Association--who
honored her with their Media Award. She also received
Advocate of the Year from the National Association
of Women Business Owners at their Remarkable Women Awards.
Jacqueline is also a recent breast cancer survivor,
advocating for caregivers to closely monitor their own
health. She also hosts a radio program, Coping with
Caregiving, heard worldwide on http://www.wsradio.com/copingwithcaregiving.
For more information see http://www.ElderRage.com.
© Copyright 2004
For permission to publish all/part of this article,
or to interview the author, please contact: Jacqueline
Marcell 949-975-1012 j.Marcell@cox.net
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/
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