My Grandad is 87 and has had a diagnosis of dementia for a number of years now. He has started to decline rapidly and has now reached the point where he has talked about different ways he could kill himself. He is very detailed in how he would do it and has a number of ways in mind. He has also, however, explained that it wouldn't be fair to whoever found him, or if he jumped in front of a train or bus the driver might get in trouble and they would have to live with killing him so it wouldn't be fair.
He gets very emotional and is fully aware that his brain is declining and that he will need more and more care which is the thing that makes me think his threats are much more than that and he is trying to prepare us.
He doesn't know who we are anymore but he does know he sees us often so we must be significant.
I don't know what to say to him, how to respond and I know that the last thing he would ever have wanted is to forget us or need care and not be able to perform basic functions like going to the toilet unaided.
Any advice would be very greatfully received.
I don't have nightmares anymore - thank God! - about her end, about the way she screamed in pain for 3 days after a slip & fall in a NH when a CNA was giving her a shower, and she broke both bones below her left knee... She was in such pain because the hospital/nurses/doctors said "we can't give her any more pain meds because it could kill her!" I will always be greatful to the hospitalist doc who intervened and suggested hospice as a viable option, and allowed her to go in relatively painless peace. She was 97, she had macular degeneration, and was blind - in the days after the fall, the hospital suspected she'd had a mild heart attack, might have a clot in her lungs, her kidneys were failing, she would never get up again or have any quality of life, which had been little enough (actually no where near enough) for a long time before that fall.
She was in a nursing home after a prior fall when she broke her hip & wrist, and the repercussions of that fall in surgeries, mistreatment, gross negligence from several "facilities" left her disabled and in pain, confined to a wheelchair and absolutely miserable about her "life". I spent those two years right along with her in Hell, trying to comfort her and support her when she consistently lamented about the prospect of this being her "life" forever...
My previous "plans" for my own future options, my opinion about "end of life" quality, were solidified and verified. I live now terrified that I also won't have the choice she didn't have. I fear that I won't be able to take the final step for myself because of circumstances beyond my control. I agree with an earlier answer that we wouldn't treat animals the way we do people in hopeless and utterly inhumane conditions. We would be arrested for felony abuse and neglect... So yes, I think it's approaching criminal that most of this society does consider suicide under any circumstances as a mental illness, a weakness of character, whatever other excuses "we" can find to justify our need to prolong breathing lungs and beating hearts well beyond what nature would accomplish without medical intervention...
I do live in Oregon, with assisted suicide provisions, but even that law has restrictions and conditions which put that option beyond many people. I'm sorry this message is so harsh, but the reality is this should be no stigma to the memory of a loved one, or to those left behind... "Assistance" should be a human right for everyone, and the understanding and availability of this process should be a comfort to people who feel it is their final option and to the loved ones left behind. Everyone should have the right to determine what constitutes their choices and views on quality of life, and the solace of a dignified end to the inevitable...
Growing up, I went with my father to visit sick/capacitated relatives. Later in life, both parents and I discussed end-of-life wishes. So, I’ve known for quite some time how he felt about these issues and not being able to live a productive life.
Years later, he was diagnosed with cognitive impairment. I was able to secure a living will and durable power of attorney paperwork from the hospital library. With a notary of public as witness, we reviewed, answered, and signed the paperwork.
As the dementia progressed, so did his depression. Since I had already removed the guns from the house, he tried to use a pocket knife to threaten suicide. He cried, and begged God to ‘take him now’ several times a week. An antidepressant was prescribed and it improved his mental status.
Last year, he was hospitalized with aspiration pneumonia. Hospice was called and he would now need to have his food puréed and liquids thickened. I know he would not like to exist like this, so a DNR and comfort care order has been done. I know it will be hard for me to see him go through this, but this is about what I know about him and his wishes.
You have gotten a lot of good advice here from others.
When he brings up the subject again, talk to him at length about his wishes about future treatments and ask him if he would like to help you to get paperwork done to follow through with this. Seek out medical and legal professionals to get the proper paperwork done so that you can aid your grandfather (while he is still able to express his wishes) to not prolong his life. I will keep you both in my prayers.
My dad told me that it was his job as a man and father to take care of me, not the other way around. The fact that he was also incontinence made the issue even worse. he didn't want his daughter seeing, or touching his private parts to change his diaper. that's all pride, and dignity.
so I can understand how they feel as I think I would feel the same.
when I first started to change his diapers he was so embarrassed it wasn't funny. I stopped and said to him to try and make it a little easier for him to
accept was" hey daddy, is this little thing where I came from" and he busted out laughing and said " yup but it was a lot bigger than" we laughed like hell.
mom on the other hand passed away three weeks after my dad. that was hard for me. my mom was the opposite of dad. she didn't care what you did as long as she didn't have to do anything. diaper change time she would open her legs and say to me "take me I'm yours".
when our family members and or good friends lives are coming to an end, their is fear of the unknown, panic, pain, and other unknowns that must go thru their minds, especially with the dementia and Alzheimers . So what they say might not be what they really mean.
all we can do is let them know we are there for them, love them, talk to them, and treasure the time you have left with the as the memories of them will always be in our hearts.
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