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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Ruth,
Thank you for sharing this insight. You have provided some very important points for others to think about when looking at providing care for their aging loved ones.
I recently moved over 400 miles to be closer to my aging parents so I can be there when they need help. I also moved in with my brother who has MS and could, at any time require my help. Luckily, my kids are grown so the care I provide for my brother and parents will not be on top of caring for kids as in your situation. Your experience validated the fact that I moved at the right time, so that I could get settled and prepare for what is coming. My mother already has dementia, and my father’s health has quickly declined. I was blessed with a 10 days vacation, and as it comes to a close, I learned today that as soon as I return home, I will taking my dad in for a pacemaker, and caring for him and mom while he recovers. This past winter it was cataract surgeries for them both. I feel blessed to have this time with them, and to have a separate residence for the time being, but know it is always possible this changes in the near furture, so your tips will definitely be put to use. I appreciate your open honesty.
Thank you SO much for sharing this with such honesty. My hubby and I sold our home in Texas, left our jobs and moved to Arkansas and built a home next door to my Mom. We did this the year after my father passed away. I am an only child so all her caregiving falls on me. Her health has plummeted in the last year, and watching this has been a shock. I have watched my mother go from being this amazing, vibrant woman who feared nothing, to taking 22 pills a day to help manage her heart and accompanying issues, and being afraid of everything. She worries constantly, and of she doesn’t have something to worry about, she finds things to worry about. She has become a completely different person. She won’t make decisions, and when I do, she argues. It is so good to see your list and it is encouraging to hear from others. Unfortunately, where we live does not offer any sort of support groups, so I am navigating this road on my own. My hubby is very supportive, but acts more as a sounding board for me, and allows me to vent my very guilt-laden frustration when I need it. Again, thank you for giving a voice to this topic that more and more of us are having to face.
I know too what you have gone thru. We got OLD Dad. when it seemed no one else had time or wanted him.. BLess him he became my potato peeler. He said it made him feel useful.. We kept him till it just seemed he gave up.. He had issues with his legs where they got so bloated with fluid that I would have to put him in the hospital. Then I would go see him everyday.. He called me the night before he passed away It was GOOD FRIDAY.. AND Said are you not coming up here.. (being one of 7 children) he seemed to need me every day.. 🙂 No PROBLEm.. he would call me several times aday and ask how things were going.. SO I had told him that night “Well Daddy since you had a visit that I would stay home tonight .. THe nurse had come in to put him to bed.. and I told him Daddy give your phone to the nurse so you dont call me at 3 in the morning OK.. HE laughed and the nurse put his phone on his tray table.. I had told him I loved Him and would be there THE next day. He had been in the Hospital for 3 weeks. and only got a few visits from brothers and sisters.. Some he had begged me to get to come see him.. STUBBORNESS and Anger at him kept them away.. I had put a load of clothes to wash an heard my phone ring.. I ran up stairs and figured it was daddy so I called it back.. TO HAVE A DR.. Say.. those words… and the shock of what had happened to my DADDy.. HE was gone.. I wasn;t there to look into those big blue eyes.. and tell him I loved him one last time. I had to call them and tell them that Daddy had passed away.. To break that news to them… Some came right away.. others got mad at me because they couldnt hold his body in his room more time til they got there. 28 calls to find out she had been out cleaning her yard.. SHE got mad at me… I have 2 sisters that have stuck with me since all this happened. And I have to go to Court soon.. for the one that hates me… I didnt know what DADDY had planned in his WILL… HIS last words to his LAWYER were IM TAKING CARE OF THE ONE THAT TOOK CARE OF ME.. SHE WAS THERE WHEN I NEEDED HER… any time I needed something all i Had to do was ask RITA. Yes i was Daddys caregiver his daughter his friend and his confesser… he told me so many things . HE was a Stern father growing up.. AND I FORGAVE HIM OF EVERYTHING.. WE talked and talked .. He told me stories of the Service.. OF Hard times.. in the depression.. I held his hand when i got to see him in the hospital.. Like I had done many a time when i was a kid. I love you Daddy and I would do it all again.. THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF OUT LIFE.. and making me a better person. Love rita.
Rita you are an angel. I took care of my daddy too, and nobody that hasn’t done this has NO idea on all of the myriad of responsibilities, the mental and physical toll it takes on the caregiver and everyone around him/her. But it still is a gift to be able to care for a loved one. I got closer to my dad while being his caregiver, and that is a huge gift that I will always appreciate. Sadly, I also experienced some mistrust by a relative which totally caught me off guard and shocked me. I thought, “you have NO clue as to what it took for me to do this”. Then I realized, that’s why they don’t understand because they have no clue, so it’s not their fault for not understanding. (The forgiveness is more for me than him I think.) Bottom line is that it made me stronger and feeling blessed for having experienced caregiving of my daddy.
I care for a friend who had a stroke and have done so for 8 years. I am her Power of Attorney. I can relate on so many levels. My friend is not a senior, so when she had her stroke the thought of putting her in a nursing home at 50+ was unthinkable to me. This has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. She owns her own home so I gave up my possessions and my rental place to move in and care for her. She is wheel chair bound and right side paralyzed.
The doctors appointments, the weekly visits to hospital for INR’s, the finances, the community services wrapped around her: My friend can not speak and I had to explain aphasia to professionals.I have to speak for her. She can neither read nor write: the physio, and on and on.
She too, due to her loss of communication skills, lives in a lonely place. It can sometimes take an hour to understand that what she wants is a simple cup of coffee. As her PA, I made a decision that I would not sign any financial papers without first attempting to explain to her what is was I was doing and why.
You talk about family and friends not understanding and falling away. Her family, who have visited her 5 times in eight years call to put demands on me.
The biggest surprise to me was the way that lawyers, bankers, etc treat a PA. I expected they would be supportive and helpful so when I ran into suspicion and mistrust I was quite stunned. It was a fight to get her needs met.
She and I are just now discussing a retirement home for her. I was told by a worker that quite often the caregiver dies before the person they care for. I am so tired.
You’ve addressed this so well re:family, I tip my hat to you and others who care for non-family members. I too am mother and grandmother and until a year ago, daughter.
Take care of yourselves!
I can relate to all of this. Except for the kids, I have none. I also share my life with anyone who would like to read about it. lifeofaprilwhitehair.blogspot.com My mother has Alzheimer’s and I am her caregiver. Learning to do my best with all I have been given, good and bad. Thanks for sharing.