Here’s an honest look at the challenges of caring for an elderly parent and 6 things to make the process of being a caregiver a little bit easier.
It is incredible to me how one blink-of-an-eye moment can drastically impact your life. Since our car accident two weeks ago we have found ourselves dealing daily with the aftermath. Beyond the physical pain, there have been claims to file, insurance adjusters to talk to, paperwork to fill out, statements to make, prescriptions to fill, doctor visits to attend, and many, many conversations with our girls about what happened. My husband has led the charge, navigating this sometimes sticky process with wisdom and kindness and compassion. He is taking care of his girls, and we are all recovering well.
While my disability at this point is pretty minor, it has reminded me once again of just how taxing the role of caregiver can be. A few years ago, when our youngest daughter Annie was just five months old, my elderly mother-in-law Marie came to live with us because she was no longer able to live on her own. Already mired in the day-to-day chaos of caring for a colicky infant and an active toddler, we were woefully unprepared for this phenomenon called “Sandwich Years,” a time where you have both children and parents to care for.
Hindsight is 20/20, but looking back, I truly wish we would’ve been a little more prepared for the challenges of being a full-time caregiver. I loved my mother-in-law and desperately wanted her to be a part of my children’s life. I wanted them to grow up knowing her and having a close relationship. I thought that the benefits of having her live with us would far outweigh any detriments. There was so much we didn’t know, so much I wish someone with more experience could have had told us.
6 Things No One Told Us About Being a Caregiver
If I could do it again, these are the six things I most wish I would’ve known:
You will have to make hard choices
We didn’t realize, going into it, how many difficult choices would come up. There were an endless slew of medical decisions, financial decisions, and quality of life decisions that constantly needed to be made. Sometimes what Marie wanted to do was at odds with what everyone else wanted her to do; sometimes we were unable to sway her towards a decision we knew was best, causing frustration and resentment. There were many times we couldn’t convince her to make a decision at all.
I truly wish we would’ve had the forethought to sit down with Marie ahead of time, before it was too late, and address some of the end-of-life issues that are so hard to talk about. I wish we would’ve been brave enough to have that conversation. I wish we would’ve been able to agree on a plan of action, to determine what our priorities were and to find out, from the options that were available, what she really wanted most of all. I wish we would’ve had medical directives in place from the get-go, along with power of attorney for both financial and medical matters. We did get them in place eventually, but not before we caused ourselves a lot of undue heartache.
Being a caregiver to an elderly parent is nothing like having another kid
Sometimes kind-hearted people, in an effort to be sympathetic, would say, “wow, caring for your mother must be like having a third child.” We would smile and nod in agreement because, really, what else can you do when someone is trying to be nice? But the truth was that having an an elderly adult to care for was nothing like having a toddler. My mother-in-law had lived a whole life before I was even born. She was set in her ways–and rightfully so.
She was extremely hard of hearing, which meant communication could be frustrating and difficult and LOUD, but she was still capable of having an adult conversation. She had adult feelings too, which meant if we simply went about our daily routine without engaging her–because engaging her took a lot of effort and yelling that I didn’t always have the energy or patience for-she would feel neglected and ignored. Because she didn’t hear well she was often separated by a wall of silence, even while in the same room. This often prevented her from being a part of our normal family life and dialogue. She required care, but a totally different type of care, managing medications, arranging doctor’s visits, trying to convince her to try a hearing aid, and helping her maneuver around the house.
Caregiving can be embarrassing and uncomfortable
There were sometimes moments in the course of the day that made us cringe, moments related to a loss of modesty and increasing difficulty with bodily functions. We had always loved to entertain, but because we couldn’t predict how or when those embarrassing moments would happen, we stopped inviting people over. In retrospect, perhaps we should’ve been a little more laid back, realizing that those things happen, but at the time it just felt….weird. Having someone live in your house sometimes means seeing and hearing more than you ever wanted to.
Your relationships will be strained
Caregiving is often a thankless job, and the effects of that can cause a serious strain on all your relationships. During that time Chuck and I were often stretched to the max, and with no one else to take it out on, we lashed out at each other. We were more easily frustrated with our kids, and often frustrated with Marie as well. There were times where she seemed equally sick of us, and especially of the kids. I had hoped for a closer relationship, but I forgot that sometimes grandparents need a little space from the constant neediness of kids. Frankly, we all needed a little space from each other sometimes, and often there was just no place to go.
Our outside relationships were strained as well. We were frustrated and resentful of family members who had no idea what we were going through. Most of our friends just couldn’t relate to our stage of life, and one by one they disappeared too. Had we known better, we would’ve joined a support group of other caregivers, but I think maybe at the time we were too proud & stubborn to admit we couldn’t handle it all on our own.
A doctor’s job is to worry about prolonging life, not quality of life
That is an important distinction to remember, and one that didn’t occur to us until it was too late. Don’t get me wrong, all the doctors who helped care for my mother-in-law were kind and compassionate, and truly concerned for her well-being. But their first concern was always dealing with the physical concerns that would prolong her life as long as possible–managing her blood pressure and her kidneys and her diabetes. It meant lots and lots of pills and tests and doctor’s visits, and then later, after she had a bad fall and ended up in the hospital, even more extraordinary measures to get her “well” again.
Had we the chance to do it over, I think we would’ve looked at the situation much differently. Our primary concern would’ve been making her final years and months as enjoyable and comfortable as possible, without worrying so much about prolonging her life as long as we could. At the very least, we would’ve realized that our job as caregivers was to advocate for quality of life, knowing that the doctors were approaching her care from a different perspective.
You will need a break
After living with us for seven months, my mother-in-law decided on her own that she would like to move to a nearby assisted living facility. It wasn’t until someone else was sharing the responsibility for her care that we realized how much we had needed the break. Being a full time caregiver is at times difficult and stressful, especially when you add kids and the rest of life’s demands into the mix. Sometimes in the midst of the daily grind it is hard to see the forest through the trees, but had we known how desperately we needed to give ourselves a break, perhaps we would’ve tried a little harder to find respite care.
Looking back, I now realize we entered our caregiving situation with a blind naivety that ended up causing problems that may have been avoidable. I am so very thankful that we managed to resolve them, and that we were able to maintain a close and loving relationship with my very dear mother-in-law to the very end. I am also so grateful that she was once again able to enjoy spending time with her granddaughters. She was a wonderful woman with an amazing heart, and I still miss her a lot.
To recap, here are the 6 things that no one told us about being a caregiver:
- You will have to make hard choices
- Being a caregiver to an elderly parent is nothing like having another kid
- Caregiving can be embarrassing and uncomfortable
- Your relationships will be strained
- A doctor’s job is to worry about prolonging life, not quality of life
- You will need a break
My hope is that sharing our experience–and the lessons we learned–might help those of you who are caregiving now, or will be in the future.
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Thank you so much for sharing. I totally understand what you mean. I was a caregiver to both of my parents . Mom who was suffering from dementia and dad who is wheel chair bound, no thanks to STROKE!. I love them both to bits and like you said, nothing really prepares you for it. I am an only child and working at it on my own was a fete! Mom has now passed away and dad insisted that he be placed in assisted living as he could see the toll it had on me. I now cherish the break that I have . Never ever realised it while I was going through the motion. If I had known what I know now, perhaps I could have done better in taking care of both of them and myself.
Thank you so much for writing this. I wish I had found it months ago. I am caring for my 92 year old dad in the last stage of his life and everything you said is so true.
I love my job. I take care of a man in his 90s and we’re best friends. However, he has two sons and they’re both not big fans of me. That’s what everyone should know…dealing with the family can be extremely difficult.
7 months and then it was over? Wow, you are lucky. I have been doing this for over 7 years and my elderly MIL will never consider living in a home. She has a brother who also moved in (lucky us) to help out with her care and now we have two elderly people runing amuk in the house. I have given up trying to get things under control. Let them do wathever they want. They do so much stupid things in one day, that I am amazed that they didn´t end up in the hospital at least once a week. It´s nothing like taking care of a child. Children grow up and learn not to do stupid things anymore.
I have been my father’s caregiver for years now. After all, I am the single one and naturally the most available. As far as a social life, that went away years ago. I work and pay someone to come in to watch my father, come home, fix his dinner and that is my life.
I bought a beach house that U cannot enjoy since I must bring my father with me, I cannot get away to visit my own grown children since a weekend sitter would be too costly. Translation- I am miserable. I would never do this to my kids.
I agree, never would I burden my children with the task of caretaking. I have been caring for my mother for four years. We never had a good relationship and I even avoided seeing her as often as possible. I was abused as a child and in and out of foster homes. When she because I’ll and required total care, I was the one who stepped up. I had a sister who did not work and had enough room to accomidate mother, but she would not accept responsibility for her. Mother begged to be cared for at home, I agreed and sold my home and quit my job to care for her. During these four years, she has been hospitalized several times. She has End stage COPD. She refuses to stop smoking and now is drinking from morning until night. She refuses to help herself in any way. Her meals are prepared, as per her request, and then she finds the least little things wrong with the meal and refuses to eat it. She refuses to walk more than 10 feet and insists that we push her in a wheelchair. She has stopped going into the bathroom and we have had to place a bedside commode in her room, which I now must empty several times a day. She refuses baths, she cannot get into the tub, so I wash her in the restroom and that is like pulling teeth. She becomes belligerent with others when she doesn’t get her way. I must do everything for her. I no longer can work, I am 53, and I cannot contribute to my retirement. I have asked her to get life insurance so that I might be at least, somewhat compensated for my loss of income, but she has refused, even though my insurance would go for caring for her, if I were to die. Of course she’s all for that. I am now having to care for my husband who just had quad bypass and a stroke. I feel unappreciated and I am exhausted. I have family who say they will come and then do not show up. My finances are almost depleted and I have lost most of my friends, no social life at all. Thank you for letting me vent. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Lost and tired.