I posted earlier this week that we had found a new normal, but I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, the shoe quietly dropped. Mom as I mentioned her breathing is getting worse. Its nothing too dramatic, just retaining water and its begun to build in her lungs a bit. From not monitoring water intake for a dialysis patient is a no-no. The doctor gently told her that she needed to improve her self care. She told him that she felt that she is nearing the end of her life and she sometimes felt that she deserved to eat and drink what she wants. He told her she could prolong her life if she did a few things differently.
On the ride home she indicated that on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being not wanting to live and 10 being willingness to do whatever she could to continue to live, she said she was only a 3. She was tired of her life being hard. She misses my dad who died in March and that she didn't want to tell me because it makes me sad.
I guess I was right to contact palliative care. Her health is bad, but I suspect depression. She feels crappy most of the time and she is lonely and grieving.
I am depressed and grieving too. I'm okay, but it's wearing on me. I'm looking forward to some peace.
Mom isn't peaceful about the decision, so I've spoken with her a bit, learned that she fears it is suicide and thus taking God's will into her own hands. I believe that I've found a woman who can help her make sense out of surrender and that surrender isn't the same as taking on God's will.
Thanks for the guidance.
My father died earlier this year, and a few months later, my brother (only in his 50s).
In both cases, although their ailments were quite different, there was NO chance that either of them were going to "bounce back" to a life they felt was worth living. Too much water under the bridge, too many choices that led to consequences that could not be reversed, too much progression of disease.
Also in both cases, there were relatives who wanted my father and brother to live at all costs. My father and brother were very stoic about their condition and complained little, which fed the notion that they *should* want to live longer, they *should* be motivated to do what their doctors told them. I don't think any of us understood what they were really going through, and I don't think they wanted us to know. My mother was freaked out about my father becoming an "addict" from his dilaudid (the only Rx that cut his cancer pain), so he "miraculously" reported less and less pain. I think in truth, he was in agony. My brother, who suffered from COPD, T2D, immobility due to a botched knee replacement, profound obesity and edema (and more) felt like he was drowning, had lymph seeping from his skin which was stretched to splitting. He was so sick, intubated so many times, lost so much cognitive function. My mother thought all he had to do was to lose weight.
I believe that our loved ones do not want to hurt us by dying, and it takes a tremendous amount of suffering and will to be relieved at last to bring up the topic of dying with the loved ones who want us to miraculously get better, or just not die.
Apart from people who are genuinely malingering or being dramatic for attention, I believe that we should not put pressure on our elders to press on no matter what. We have not walked in their shoes. We should not second guess what they say they feel, and write it off as "depression." Depression can be co-morbid with an intolerable state of physical health, and does not "disquallify" a person's expressed, reasoned desire to stop living when there is no real hope of improvement.
I think our own lives should be the laboratory for our hypotheses about when and how to disregard the will to end one's own suffering. If we do not wish such desires to be respected if we ever express them, we should write to that effect in our health care proxies. But would you do that? Would you allow your younger healthier self to prevent your future, elder self from changing your mind when your conditions change? I wouldn't.
I whole heartedly agree that it is a balm to ask about the past, and very healing emotionally to our elders to tell their story and for us to hear and memorialize (I'd use video or audio tape) their story. It helps us all to recognize how much they accomplished, how far they came, how rich their lives have been. And it helps future generations to know where they came from.
Finally, just one comment about something that always rankles me: the notion of giving someone "permission" to die. I have been with people at their death. I agree it is very good to tell them that they have left nothing undone, and that all worldly affairs will be handled well, and that there is no need to fear letting go on account of the living.
I urge them to have no fear, that religion aside, physics has proven that information never "dies," that matter never disappears, it only changes form, and that we know there are dimensions that exist outside our perception. I believe that consciousness is information that never dies, too. We know we are all made of stardust, constituted of the same elements that make up the multiverse. I urge them to know that they will be loved and never forgotten, so they have no reason not to embrace the new state of being just moments away. To dive in with trust and abandon to whatever is next.
No one has the authority to give to, or withhold from, an individual the "permission" to die. Giving "permission" says, "I'M ready for YOU to die," which of course is irrelevant. We need to help the dying give *themselves* permission to die--nobody else's opinion matters because our bodies and our lives belong to us alone.
She had to be placed in a retirement home because she was having a mental breakdown. I had to take care of getting her things from her home, sorting and asking what to keep and what to sell or give away. She could barely understand what I was asking. We saved the precious things like old family photos, things from her mom and her grandmother which grandma had handed down to her last surviving daughter. It was an emotional time because I knew they will be mine some day. For about 4 months or more mom was a different person. There was no joy in her life. She had to leave her home, lost over half her income, couldn't drive so I bought her car and put the money in her small savings account. At first she was inconsolable, angry, depressed, lonely, stopped eating and drinking, (and she only has one kidney which I keep reminding her to take care of. She lost over 6 of her 126 lbs and we were begging her to go to the dining room and eat. As she improved I became more demanding that she eat, hungry or not.
She will now go out with me occasionally to eat and go to church. Her improved attitude has gotten more friends and relatives to visit and she is improving.
I found a diary from 1991 when she had to sell the house my dad built for her and the depression was more than I could have endured. Had I read it then I might have had her hospitalized. She had been talking the same way with this change in her life. She took her night meds in the morning for DAYS and slept most of the day. I finally found a dispenser that would only let her take the right meds and we both were grateful for that. (I wondered if she was deliberately trying to hurt herself, but think now that she was actually trying SOO hard she get confused in spite of the notes, phone calls etc. trying to help her.
She cannot be through grieving if your dad died in March! I was widowed in 1988 and for the better part of 3 years I hid in my bedroom. I was 60 and widowed, and angry that my 62, almost 63 yr old husband refused to see a doctor and had a massive heart attack and died in the night. My mom has been hospitalized years ago for depression and I sat in hospital with her then. It is so hard to keep encouraging them that things will get better. I'm so glad I spent the time and effort to love her back to the reality that MANY people love her and want to help her come back to a full life, in spite of the onset of dementia. She is sometimes in denial about her memory loss, but I keep trying to help her see that she will be in this retirement home until she goes to a nursing home. She is better but not able to live on her own and It is my worst nightmare thinking I would have to go through getting her into another home AGAIN later! My mom has few health problems that aren't managed right now, but her dementia is keeping me on my toes as it is. Good luck and God Bless. I surely believe in prayer.
Donna
My father had been a smoker since he was about 12 and quit in his 50's when the surgeon general told everyone it caused cancer. By then he had done enough damage to his lungs that we knew he would eventually have emphysema. As a child he was also exposed to TB by his mother who had it so it created "Swiss cheese lungs" as his doctor explained it.
In 2006 when he died, he was so tired of being sick and the incessant coughing that he looked me square in the face, told me he wanted to talk to his doctor and said, "This is it, I don't want to go on anymore" at the same time he was motioning that he wanted an injection to end it all. We were all heartbroken, but we knew what he had gone through that year and although we wanted to keep him with us, we knew we had to let him go....it was time. Within minutes of them removing his CPAP mask he was gone. He has been greatly missed but we are confident that he is in a better place and without pain or illness.
I can honestly see why your Mom feels the way she does, she was probably married to your father longer than she was ever single, he was her life and reason for living. She is faced with illness and struggles each day and is probably in some discomfort if not pain. I believe you said she was retaining some water in her lungs, you realize that this gives the feeling of suffocation or drowning right? It is frightening, my asthma is frightening so I can seriously feel your Mom's pain.
I know this is hard for you and the possibility of losing two parents in one year is heartbreaking, but just think about the fact that you are releasing her to a life free of pain and illness, and where she can once again be reunited with your father.
I hope and pray that you will both find peace. God Bless you on your journey!
My mother told me she would never want to be resuscitated. She was elderly but not especially ill at the time. I told her, "Mom, we have to try the first time, because you might survive and have 5 more good years. After that, we can let you go." She accepted that, and several years later, had an attack. Resuscitation failed, and she was gone within hours of the first sign of trouble. She didn't want to die, but she really didn't want to linger, so she got that wish.
I wish peace and clarity in all of your decision makings.
Part of the making them "comfortable", is letting them make those decisions.
Under the circumstances, I am amazed her doctor would try to motivate her to take better care of herself in order to live longer. Rather, the focus now should be on her having the best quality of life possible for however long she has left.
You've been given excellent advice in some of the answers and I pray you can use it to make plans which will be a blessing to you both.
If someone is on dialysis and it takes you all day to get them to the dialysis center, get the treatment, and bring them home only to have them collapse exhausted. What part of that includes quality of life I call it torture. It is not a sin or a crime to stop the dialysis and keep the patient comfortable at home. You can expect them to pass in 10-14 days with peace and dignity. If there is a purpose of dialysis such as waiting for a kidney transplant that is another story.
((((hug)))