Anonymous wrote:Which of course she has no control over how long she lives (now 89) but did you ever feel that people shouldn’t live that long? I don’t want to live that long.
I’m 61, give me +|- 20 years I’m good. My husband and I became parents late in life. We still have 3 teens at home, the two girls are wiping me out emotionally, physically, and sometime financially. I have no energy for my mother living with us, I can barely talk to her. I have no energy, nor desire. I feel so guilty.
Sometimes, I feel resentful she’s here but we can’t afford a nursing home plus I would never feel comfortable putting her in one. I hate looking at her, I want to only remember her a certain way, certain age.
I feel terrible but I don’t think we were meant to live this long. Do you want to live that long? What for?
Anonymous wrote:I like the Fentanyl idea. Kids get into it all the time, sadly, but how do you get it? I want to put a couple behind a glass that says: In case of bowel incontinence, break glass! (And take these pills!)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Never move a parent into your house… ever.
Over 55 communities are not nursing homes and they are amazing.
And they ... cost money. A lot of money. Not everyone can afford that.
OP, I'm sorry for how hard this is. My mother is 80 and in great health, physically and mentally. I have no idea how long she will live (her parents lived into their early 90s).
I just know the next decade will be difficult, probably starting with something sudden. And she has not made any real plans.
People need to plan for that. It was much cheaper for my mom to move to an over 55 community than to stay in the family home.
God bless my Mom!!! My dad passed away from terminal cancer at 76. My mom was 73. They had been in the family home for 50 years. They kept it up well, renovated, great condition.
She had worked as a nurse and head administrator at assisted living facilities in the area and her own mother used to tell her don't wait too long to move into an over-55.
My mom is 79. Bought a 2-bedroom condo at a very nice over-55 that has assisted living on site if the time comes. She is incredibly active and young looking (people place her late 60s). But, she's realistic she turns 80 in October. She sold the house this summer, did all of the painful down-sizing and sorting through 50 years of 'stuff'. It was very emotional and incredibly draining and she keeps saying she can't imagine doing this any older than she is. She has a few friends from the neighborhood (same age) that are still waiting to move 'not ready' and it is going to get ugly.
It's a gift you give your children--having all your sh*t in order and not burdening them. My mom is my total role model now.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Never move a parent into your house… ever.
Over 55 communities are not nursing homes and they are amazing.
And they ... cost money. A lot of money. Not everyone can afford that.
OP, I'm sorry for how hard this is. My mother is 80 and in great health, physically and mentally. I have no idea how long she will live (her parents lived into their early 90s).
I just know the next decade will be difficult, probably starting with something sudden. And she has not made any real plans.
People need to plan for that. It was much cheaper for my mom to move to an over 55 community than to stay in the family home.
Anonymous wrote:Which of course she has no control over how long she lives (now 89) but did you ever feel that people shouldn’t live that long? I don’t want to live that long.
I’m 61, give me +|- 20 years I’m good. My husband and I became parents late in life. We still have 3 teens at home, the two girls are wiping me out emotionally, physically, and sometime financially. I have no energy for my mother living with us, I can barely talk to her. I have no energy, nor desire. I feel so guilty.
Sometimes, I feel resentful she’s here but we can’t afford a nursing home plus I would never feel comfortable putting her in one. I hate looking at her, I want to only remember her a certain way, certain age.
I feel terrible but I don’t think we were meant to live this long. Do you want to live that long? What for?
Anonymous wrote:I like the Fentanyl idea. Kids get into it all the time, sadly, but how do you get it? I want to put a couple behind a glass that says: In case of bowel incontinence, break glass! (And take these pills!)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Never move a parent into your house… ever.
Over 55 communities are not nursing homes and they are amazing.
And they ... cost money. A lot of money. Not everyone can afford that.
OP, I'm sorry for how hard this is. My mother is 80 and in great health, physically and mentally. I have no idea how long she will live (her parents lived into their early 90s).
I just know the next decade will be difficult, probably starting with something sudden. And she has not made any real plans.
Anonymous wrote:What is her quality of life like? Can she walk? Go to the bathroom alone? Do you have a sibling who could take her in for a month or two to give you a break?
Anonymous wrote:Yeah the problem is we manage to keep people physically alive but unable to fully function. This type of medical care is completely unethical.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My mom is 85 and has very cheerful dementia.
I thank heaven and earth that she does not have angry dementia, and she still basically knows who I am though she thinks I am 14.
But I miss my mom, the person I could have a conversation with. You can’t have talk about anything with someone that has no memory. My mom physically is here but that woman is just a shadow of my mom.
And she is so physically healthy. I fear she will live forever. I don’t think I can do this for another 10 years.
If I get dementia, I am going to end things in a moment of lucidity. At some point I want to talk to my kids about it - when we are all much older. But hearing these stories about caring for parents with dementia, spending insane amounts of money to be looked after and not knowing who I am or who my family are. If you're lucky, you are cheerful. If you're not, then you're angry and unhappy. Forget it. My maternal grandmother had relatively early onset Alzheimer's. I never knew her well because of it. But over the years I watched her go from semi-lucid to mentally not there at all. My mother would cry when she remembered how vibrant she was. I don't want that for anyone.