<p>Wow. So much new, complicated, and sad stuff going on here. I feel for your all so much. I feel truly sandwiched, not only between my senior and trying to work with the financial aid office on an aid appeal (husband lost job Dec 1), but my junior who needs to develop his own list of schools, keep his grades up, and take SAT’s on Jan 26th. We have an appt with an elder care attorney in Feb to decide how to handle Mom’s money. Her dementia makes her not very viable to understand all the money stuff. Her secondary insurance ran out on Jan1, as well as her prescrip coverage and even though my sister is supposed to be the “paperwork and financial” person, she seems to think I have to do the Medicare stuff because I live in NJ and she lives in VA. She is not computer savvy, and does not even know how to set up a pin for my mom’s bank account to keep track of the money without having to rely on just the monthly statement… We JUST learned that instead of just getting her own SS, mom actually will receive Dad’s SS, and it’s hers (the lower amt of the 2) that will go away. That will give her $1100 more a month, so at least that’s some good news… but sometimes I just wish I could do it all (it really would be too much, but I just don’t really trust her $ knowledge) It reminds me totally of what an earlier mom mentioned on here about whether or not to count on the sister. I second everyone’s motion to take the help when you get it, but not count on it. </p>
<p>It is SO hard to decide when enough is enough. I was SO confident in hospice as something my dad would have wanted, to die at home and to not extend his life. But when I thought he had a lung infection at the end, the thought of letting him die of an infection just sounded wrong. Turned out it was really his lungs just shutting down and within 48 hours of noticing a change in respirations, he was experiencing extreme fluid in his lungs that he did not have the strength to cough up. I had heard of the term “death rattle” but was not prepared for it in any way shape or form. I actually felt mad at my mom that when she heard it in the middle of the night, she felt like she couldn’t call anybody because it was the middle of the night… that is the night I REALLY second guess myself about. But how could I have known? So I wish his morphine had started about 12-24 hours earlier than it did… that last time was not peaceful, but his last breaths were… </p>
<p>Cortana,it is so very sad to see their health deteriorating and to see them finally realizing that they can’t do it on their own. Getting old is a part of life and it certainly does suck!</p>
<p>Lima - Can’t believe what your mom is continuing to hold on through! I hope the pain improves with the treatment of the abscess, and that she rallies again!</p>
<p>Yes, hospital visits can be disorienting and cause the dementia to spike.</p>
<p>My dad was most definitely NOT nicer since his stroke. In the end I felt super bad for my mom, as he would yell and swear at her… his dementia and aphasia were horrible and it all got progressively worse. He lasted 2 days short of 2 months after being discharged from rehab. The second he had that stroke, I knew things were going to change… and boy did they… </p>
<p>OH, and lastly, today mom fell at assisted living while she was taking a walk outside… Landed face first on the concrete… all is well, though she looks like she’s been in a bar fight and she is down to one pair of glasses which I’m sure she will promptly misplace by tomorrow… and my job is to just be patient with her… not my strong suit, but at least she feels like I am much more patient and caring than my sister and I am the one she prefers to live near. :)</p>