My mother has pneumonia and thinks she wants hospice. She had pneumonia in September and says her body has changed, and she's done. She is 97. She doesn't know what hospice is all about. The first meeting is Friday. Her mental faculties have been sharp, but are waning due to lowering oxygen levels. Today my sister-in-law who lives out of state and hasn't actually been here to help in two years, picked a fight and was angry that I don't let her do anything. She has held a simmering belief that she would do a much better job than I do. I have taken care of mother for five years. Now I don't want to be in the same room with my sister in law, who, when I asked how she sees us all being with mother, said : we're all light and happy for your mom so she can go happy."
My expectation is that she will try to take over, make decisions, and undermine me which is what she has done in the past and I don't think I can take that during my mother's last days. My brother has told her what the limits are...she doesn't get to make decisions, (I amended that to say she could tell us her ideas) she will not keep me from being with mom, and she is not to interfere. But that will only last while my brother is in the room. I have told her it is OK with me if she takes care of mom on the days I'm not here and that I know she wants to be a part of this. Right now, I'm not even sure mother wants hospice, but my sister-in-law absolutely insists it's what mother said she wanted, and she's afraid I am going to push mom to do something that she doesn't want. On the way home from the hospital today, my mother said it was hard to know what to do because she didn't know what it was all about. My job is to clarify and advocate for mother. I keep cautioning that mother may change her mind, but I'm mostly worried mom won't be able to understand without good oxygen levels. In September, she changed her mind about getting treatment for pneumonia, when she had previously had a POLST that said no treatment. She changed the POLST. And insisted on treatment. I'm willing to let mom go. I just don't want her panicked and scared because she is confused and doesn't know what to do. I tried to talk to my sister-in-law. I have included her in the caregiving when they were in town. It seems now I needn't have bothered, as she wanted to be in charge because she could do a better job. Yet, they weren't here, and came only when it was convenient.
I don't have anyone in my life to support me. My friends care, and all, but I'm single and don't have other family. The only caregiver groups are on days I'm at work. I also take care of my Aunt. I get the most support from her caregivers! Right now, I don't want to see my sister in law or be around her. I want to be alone with my mother and have there be time to talk. I suppose Hospice, if we go forward, will help with all this, but do you guys have any experience about how to deal with someone who is angry, and resentful and thinks it's OK to pick fights on a day when my mother decides to let go of life....I tried like the dickens to talk rationally and calmly and was rebuffed. She couldn't see my point of view no matter how I tried to open up and calm the water. (I've also posted this in hospice, to get their perspective) Thanks.
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Aunt did go to the interment. I went to see her yesterday to talk to her about it, then came back this morning. She lives 60 miles away, so it was a lot of driving, but she came, and we went to the interment. She sort of forgot what we were doing a few times, and after lunch (we ate as a family at a fancy place) she asked where my mother was and then caught herself. She cried at the interment and my sweet nephew lent her his strength, and when I cried because she was crying, he put his arm around me too.
My sil one upped me as the daughter to the minister (or tried to, the minister knew my mother and me as caregiver for a long time). She presented herself as the daughter and praised her close relationship with my mother and how she valued that as she was not close with her own mother. I just let it go. It was the first time I'd heard that, so it was a surprise. And I offered a hand on her back when she was crying about the loss of "her mother". It really doesn't matter, and I said nothing and will say nothing. But does that explain the intense pressure from her that I felt, and her conviction she could do a better job of caregiving when she wasn't even in the state? From my point of view her reality is not really real. If that makes sense. But it still doesn't matter.
I'm glad my mother is out of pain. I'm glad she is no longer overwhelmed and anxious. I'm glad she doesn't have to figure things out and try to be independent, while being almost wholly dependent, and I'm glad she doesn't have to fight...me, everything that made her uncomfortable, her failing body, eyesight, and constant discomfort. I'm just glad there is peace for her.
I don't know what I will do with myself. But I'm glad you remembered me, and I will not forget you are here, countrymouse. Now to the next chapter. What do you do when your main focus shifts? Right now I want to rest. Aunt still needs attention and I will continue to care for her, she has been a comfort to me, and there isn't a sweeter person on God's earth. Her first thought is always of me or her caregivers. Are we rested, are we OK, is she too much trouble, we need to take care of ourselves first and then if we want we can help her. Without her this journey with my mother would have been unbearable, but she provided the balance and the affirmation. How did I do this for five years? How did I survive? I always thought caregiving my mother would kill me. I truly thought that. But at least for now, I made it. I've had four infections and course after course of anti-biotics since my mother died. My system is still trying to recover, but I think it will be OK. It is such a change to let down from the stress and I have heard of caregivers getting sick and not finding wellness for a year or so. I wonder what is ahead for me, and for all of you. Take good care of yourselves.
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my dear mother - she died, she died.
oldest sister - she cried , she cried.
youngest sister - she lied , she lied.. lol
Just, please don't say you had no one to share the experience with? I know it's not the same as a physical companion, or someone who also knew her, but if in doubt come here - we're already thinking of you.
For what it's worth, I agree with you that going to the interment is important for your aunt if she's able to manage it. Other way round, I took my mother to my aunt's funeral last week; she was in two minds about it, but I felt that if she didn't go she might later regret it, and I know it meant a lot to my cousin that she was there. This week she's beginning to lose track of who was there and when things happened, but she does remember she said goodbye to her sister. That's what made it the right decision to go, I think.
Long story short- we took him to hospice where he lasted not even 24 hrs. We were able to smooth our ruffled feathers enough to all pull together when the end of time was so blantantly imminent. Hospice is a beautiful thing. I will be forever grateful for the kind people who give of themselves in that way. Not only did they allow my father to pass comfortably but they helped us to understand what was going on and soothed our spirits.
I wish you peace.
I approached the Grange people in the town we lived in when my father was killed. It's a very tight knit community and the people in charge were students of my mom. They took over. They advertised, arranged for everything that was needed and made it absolutely perfect. I took mother to the Old-Timer's Picnic there every summer, and it made a difference because they had fresh memories of her.
Yesterday, community members we didn't know dropped off food for the dinner, and old friends stopped by to help. Families that we knew sent a representative to be with us. If our classmates and friends couldn't come, they sent a brother or sister. We had a nice dinner and then told stories. There were people from all parts of my mother's long life. Young mother, school, retirement, travels and camping and Mexico where she spent winters.
I made a two table display of framed pictures (nine, from different eras of her life) and displayed ordinary everyday things that mother did and/or loved. Sewing items, cooking items and a favorite cookbook, and mementos from Mexico. I displayed her college pictures in an album, and albums from different parts of her life, school yearbooks, and books she loved. Then I tried to remember what she said about everything and made the captions quotes. An example, with the tin measuring cup and spoons and the1950's Betty Crocker cookbook: "You can't make a good pie until you're 50 and by the time you're 60 you forget how". There were things her students gave her that she had saved, and her retirement present..a state of the art 1976 Osterizer blender...the beehive...tank of a blender that she used all these years, and I use now.
I had all her scarves in a basket and we asked everyone to take one if they saw something they liked.
I forgot to do a few things that I wanted to do. I forgot to read the comments that were posted online in response to her obituary. I told a story that, today, makes me feel uncomfortable. I thought the entire Celebration of Life was perfect. It couldn't have gone better, we couldn't have had a better feeling of support from the community, and here's the thing. My father's funeral was 54 years ago to the day of mother's Celebration of Life, among the same people who were around us that day long ago. The date was an accident...it was the only weekend my nephew could get vacation and come from Texas. But when I realized it, I realized there was something greater at work here.
The interment is Wednesday. Just the family will gather for dinner and then there will be a ceremony at the church and mother will be interred at their memorial garden.
My brother did a good job of hosting the dinner, and my sister in law helped a little. I was sad that she forgot the family pictures of grandparents, parents and aunts and uncles I had made and she was to find frames for. She promised to make sure the kids (her kids!) got those photos. I was afraid the estranged daughter might not make another appearance and wanted her to have pictures of her father's family. What she did with them was up to her.
The Celebration of Life was a lot of work. But the family gathered and we honored mom, and acknowledged her life, and paid respect.
My brother is selling my mother's house and going back to his home out of state. Aunt is still having a really hard time. She was unable to come due to confusion and her inability to understand what it was all about. Her assisted living facility was locked down for two weeks in a flu outbreak, and then re-opened yesterday and had aunt go to breakfast in the dining room. That change in her schedule threw her into a great deal of confusion. I will try again to bring her to the interment as I know these rituals are very important to her. Thank you for listening. I still grieve, but for me, there was healing around my father's death, and comfort I could see and feel as an adult, that I didn't know was there as a child of ten. We weren't to talk about it then. As for Mom, it was really sad that I couldn't find a whole lot to say that was good. I think she didn't have a clue how to relate to a sensitive daughter.
She could see I was sensitive, but didn't realize how words hurt, how her disapproval robbed me of self-esteem and sent me careening in confusion, and how criticism tore me down and made me feel unworthy to be alive. She loved me and didn't mean for these things to happen. She once said; "I know myself and I would never treat you like that". So there was no where to go in the relationship. I accepted that. And I did my best to care for her and pull my life together. I'm moderately successful, not good at relationships and work on that daily, and I have good things from my mother, mostly vital life skills, like reading, training in how to do things, training in how to work and be efficient, how to be self sufficient and how to be resourceful. I will express these things at her interment.Things I want the family to hear, and to hear myself say. Then I want to let it go.
The trouble with books, or music too, is that it's very hard to get the message right for all the different emotions your friend is bound to be going through at this time. Get it right and it can be really supportive, but what if something grates on her?
Everything here is quiet. My brother finished clearing out the apt. today and the task is over for him and he is relieved. We will wait for the death certificate now and I will take care of mother's Christmas cards (repackage and send with a note of her passing) and write the obit. I'll contact the school or the grange to see if they are available for a celebration of life. Her pastor wanted us to have a funeral at the church, but mother wanted us all to go out to dinner and have fun. I'm still not sure the plans are settled, but with the holidays, it's hard to know if things will work out or not.
I am continuing to grieve and my poor Aunt is beside herself. My mother married her brother in 1941. We have spent every holiday together all those years, except I didn't join until later, of course. We will get through this.
I reflect on all of you and your expressions of concern and caring. I feel truly blessed you took an interest and made the effort to help me. Without this community I would have suffered and blundered far more. Thank you. I hope I can repay the kindness I found here.
I thanked my brother for taking care of all the legal stuff. He said he owed me one since I had settled the last two estates. I guess we're all on a roller coaster.
The floodgates are really starting to open, and I'm haunted by my mother's last hours. I know it's healthier to bless everybody, forgive everybody and let go, It's my mantra. But right now I feel like I was in an altered state when that happened because of feeling attacked and now I am back in touch with my feelings. My mom was in there swinging at the end, and I don't know how to think about it. I told someone who laughed and said "of course, who else is she going to swing at". And I laughed at that. It's so true. We did go back to 1960 and the death of my father and that whole dynamic.
The funeral home counselor suggested writing an obituary that offered a contact email for anyone interested in getting together for a celebration of life.
My brother thought that was a good idea and we can have the gathering at the school before a basketball game. Just put out dessert and punch and put up some things to remember Mom. So I went to the apt. and retrieved a few things, and I can fill in the rest of it from my stuff.
I've discovered today that I am coming down with something. If you don't hear from me, I'm under the weather.
Thank you so much for helping. I know all the wisdom here comes from loss and experience. Bless you all for sharing.
This is a very difficult time. I know. Be kind to yourself. You will get through it. You are still in shock and probably feel like you are in a fog to some extent. . No one prepares us for these things, though everyone faces them at some point. Keep coming back here for support. Let us know how things work out. Big (((((((((hugs)))))))))))). My prayers are with you.
As for the picture being posted, if the facility agrees, I think I will make a memorial board for the facility. I can make a place for people's pictures to be posted. It would be so much better than not knowing. Thank you for the great idea. And thank you for being here.
Would it be possible for you to do something on your own, without his approval as a remembrance of your mom? It sounds like what you did with her dinner mates was wonderful. That sounds like an awful policy that they don't let residents know what happened to people they lived around. At my mom's facility, they put up a picture when someone passes away, so that everyone knows what happened to them.
I'm not trying to create friction between you and your brother, but nothing says you have to agree on everything (and you obviously don't). Maybe do something small and meaningful in your time frame and invite him. If he doesn't want to come, oh well. But you can do what you want to do. He's sided with his wife, which isn't surprising, because he lives with her and has to be around her every day. But he doesn't control you and what you choose to do to honor your mom.
I felt so good after understanding my brother grieved with activity. I thought I could think about it in a way that would work. But when I got to the apt. most things were gone. Just little things, the clothes and supplies Aunt might need, and a further list of things my SIL wanted. Why she asked about them, I have no idea.
I called my brother to talk about the celebration of life. He didn't like the bench idea. He didn't want to do a scholarship, or donate books to the school library, I tried to tell him if we needed things for a celebration of life, we would need items that represented her interests and pictures, so if everything was at goodwill we wouldn't be able to pull something together. He got that, but I have a feeling since we couldn't agree on anything, it was useless. The only thing he would agree to was maybe a display at a reunion next summer when the people who knew her would be there. I'm OK with that, but that means doing nothing now when people are thinking of her and remembering her. I couldn't get him to agree to remembrances for anyone or anything.
As for the tearing apart of the apt. on the day mother died, I asked that in the future, with Aunt, we do it differently. I tried to frame it as we both grieved in different ways and w could work together. But apparently if I want to sit and reflect about Aunt's life, and remember being where she lived and giving thanks for her and my time with her, and grieving and saying good bye before everything gets ripped apart, I am putting my grieving ahead of his, and he started to fight with me. So I asked him why we couldn't just accept that we are different and work together so we both get what we need. And he didn't understand that. I have watched my SIL challenge just about everything people say. If she can't make sense of it, it's not believable. After overhearing her comments about how I should have called my brother sooner on the morning mother died, I realized that her fault finding of me could be undermining my relationship with my brother, which was at one time pretty solid. I told him the most important things to me were that we trusted each other, were on the same side, and worked things out.
He probably couldn't hear that or understand it. I don't think he can do that. I think he does things by power.
I went to Sunday dinner with mother's tablemates. I had taken flowers and a card to them the day after mother died. I don't know if it's common knowledge, but the facility can't tell the residents anything about when someone dies. So the friends, card partners and tablemates never know what happened. So I brought the flowers and the card. One of the women said the little memorial at mother's place at the table, gave her closure because she knew what had happened. They don't know when someone's gone if they are in the hospital, visiting or dead. It's brutal to not know if you've become friends with someone and they disappear.
I went to all of her friends that I had met and told them what had happened and let them tell me their stories and it helped me, but I still wanted to sit in her room again. She died Friday, It's Sunday.
Why couldn't they wait a little bit. It's been really hard on me.
Thank you so much.
Maybe you could have an event where you plant a tree in her memory at one of her schools, or donate a bench with her name on it, or start a small garden, something like that; something that will continue to be a reminder of your mom and the contribution she made that would reflect her personality. And I'd set a length of time like from 1-4 PM, so that people could come and maybe write their memories in a book for you or share memories with you and your brother that you videotape...so that you're not putting up a lot of money for an event that might not have the turnout you'd like to see. If you have snacks, then it wouldn't cost very much. You could have a board with pics of your mom throughout her life. That's what I'd do...respectful, good for the community, and a way to get your mom's friends together with you and your brother to celebrate her life. Maybe others will have good ideas...
Thank you for your help blannie. I do look forward to my life. I had a very nice day with Aunt who, with short term memory loss, is cycling through grief. The caregivers were there and helped me brainstorm appropriate things for the celebration of life. I don't know what is appropriate I guess. Mother wanted everyone to get together and have a dinner or something. But she was gone from the outside world except for a few summer potlucks and ice cream socials near schools where she taught. There are a number of students who remember her, and I keep thinking maybe I need to do something a bit more than just eat out somewhere. Mother taught in small schools and lived in the communities for 35 years. My brother knows a lot of people there. But I still wonder if anyone would come. How much money do I spend? How much effort do I go to? If it was up to me, I would make this a very respectful, full and memorable tribute to my mom. She did a lot of good for a lot of people as a teacher. But would they come? I don't know how to guage that. I don't know yet what my brother wants. So will talk to him. If you have any thoughts, I'd appreciate them.
Thank you!
With your further explanation I can see why you're focusing on what you haven't been able to do. I think you may be still be trying to earn the respect and approval of your mom, which was intermittent throughout your life. That's the quickest way to get someone confused and anxious. You never know if you're going to get approval or criticism. If you haven't been getting counseling, it would be a good time to start. It's time to let all of that old stuff go. You did your very best and that's more than enough. Your mom is at peace.
Now you can find peace and happiness in the fullness of your own sweet, loving personality. You deserve that! Find your interests and participate in them. Get together with friends or start to make some. Now you've got the time and you can focus on yourself and your own happiness apart from your mom and your brother.
I want so much to just take time. To not think about anything. I remembered when my mother's sister died in 2000, my brother was there and he was the best support and help imaginable.
At the time I was so grateful to have him and not be alone. So I have that memory. And I know he is trying. He doesn't understand the emotions. It is hard to see almost no expression of support or grief, just busy, busy, busy, go to the bank, go to the lawyer, hurry up clean everything out, get everything done. Do they want to leave and go home? Do they want to go to Texas to their son's house for Christmas? Why the hurry? I understand working on things and getting through the tasks, but the pace of their activity is frantic to me, and I guess that's always been true now that I think of it.
I don't know what to do with myself, I guess. I'm going to see Aunt, and one of her caregivers is coming to support me, so I will be with loving people today who truly care and will understand what I've been through.
On Thanksgiving Day when the intense mocking and exasperation was going on, when my brother and sister were giving me such a hard time, my mother joined in the derision of me. It is a very hurtful and long standing family dynamic to treat me this way. The last time it was really bad like this was when my Grandmother died in 1996. I was hoping to avoid it, but it wasn't to be. Most of the time my mother and I were close and good to each other, but with my brother in the room and acting the way he did, she joined in. When I was ten, my father was killed, and my mother was left alone with two kids to raise. The family dynamic shifted and I was the repository of their unspoken anger and grief. Two against one, I guess. Mother never saw how cruel it was. I was pretty damaged by that.I was sorry it came up again. At the time, I asked mother if I had been a good caregiver, and she said, oh yes, and then I asked, why am I a bad person now? And she said I wasn't. She accused me of ruining her last moments. Before she went completely out from the meds, I told her that I was sorry we had had such a rough ride together, but that I loved her and had done my best. I'm feeling a bit haunted. I know I have to go on. The one step at a time suggestion is good. Thank you all so much. Bless you all. Your thoughts help me keep perspective and remind me to value myself and care for myself. The hugs are most welcome. I hope all the angels are hugging you.