Helping Care for Loved Ones of All Ages

Recently I was interviewed on the Mary and Melissa Show which is led by two mothers who share the hurdles of raising kids with disabilities. While I walked into this business out of the need to help manage and support aging parents, I have learned of the ongoing needs to manage and organize a host of information for families who have children with disabilities.

Most people find the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services figure that reports at least 70% of Americans turning 65 will need three years of care frightening. As a country, we will struggle to care for loved ones in many ways. I have focused my experience on helping families avoid having to deal with the simple things that a little organization can solve. To learn more about how you can make sure you and your loved ones are ready, I hope you will listen to this show.

Families Fight Over Dumb Stuff

More than half of the people who die, leave this earthy without a will. Even when they do the estate planning, squabbles, usually among the adult children, break out.

The Washington Post shared the story Family of former mayor Tony Williams in probate court over mother’s will.  They are fighting over stuff. They aren’t unusual.  In the past decade the probate court (that deals with distribution of assets for people that die*) has become one of D.C. Superior Court’s busiest divisions. They have nearly doubled the staffing to deal with the growing number of cases making it to probate court.

The emergence of an “ethical will” which is a document that allows you to convey your personal wishes and where you want your things to go that can be read, shared and used by a family member will go a long way to help avoid the silly fights that break out. It won’t hold up in court, but having a hand-written note might help as loved ones deal with their grief and avoid such family disputes.

 *There are some estate planning measures that can avoid probate court. See an estate lawyer for more details. 

 

Protecting Yourself from Online Bank Fraud

Online banking has many benefits—from a simple way to pay bills to a historical portal of your banking statements. For those of you who haven’t tried it because of safety concerns, here are three tips to protect yourself from online fraud:

  1. Make sure you are using an American bank that is insured against theft by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp. The insurance applies to any sum up to $250,000.
  2. Be vigilant about monitoring your transactions and respond to alerts from your bank if a charge or withdrawal appears to be suspicious.
  3. Never respond to emails from your bank or click on an attachment. Because of the fraud risk, banks are not using email to communicate more than a basic alert or a sales notice to their customers.
If you are concerned, contact your bank by phone or in person (but don’t reply using information included in the email you received).

Are Your Ready?

We have all witnessed unexpected events upending the lives of our friends, colleagues and even our loved ones, but when you are sitting in the hot-seat, you wonder why you didn’t recognize the warning signals or even why you weren’t better prepared.

I have always been a planner. I recall the funny look my husband gave me when I wanted to talk about where we might live after the kids graduated from high-school when I was just 40 and our children were 3 and 8 years old. As I was watching my parents settle into retirement, I wanted us to start thinking about what our lives might look like and what we were working toward. I now recognize most people don’t do that, but that was how I was raised.

I come from planners. As the baby of the family, I knew my parent’s career and life plan because they would talk about it at the dinner table. I watched them live out their plans and as they started to slow down, knew my parents were doing what the estate lawyer, financial and insurance advisor suggested.

However, when mom began to repeat stories and my Dad became more subdued, I didn’t recognize the early warning signs of dementia. My mom began to tell me Dad was more forgetful, but I noticed more forgetfulness in my Mom and offered to take them to get some memory benchmarks. My Dad agreed, but my Mom always declined.

According to the Alzheimer’s Association, “dementia is a general term for a decline in mental ability severe enough to interfere with daily life. Memory loss is an example. Alzheimer’s is the most common type of dementia.” The Alzheimer’s Association offers a great resource called “Know the 10 Signs” that helps qualify the difference between forgetting a name or word and when it might be a sign of a more serious issue. I have the benefit of having two children at home and knowing they forget alleviates my panic over a senior moment vs an early warning sign of dementia.

When we began to see changes in behavior we knew something more serious was going on with their health. My Dad was the first to be diagnosed. I attended several medical appointments with my parents and watched as they scored in the high-20’s on the mini-mental exam or Folstein test, made up of 30-questions. It wasn’t until a neuro-psychological exam was administered that we were given a better understanding of what was happening with my parents.

I learned through the process that when it comes to dementia, those close will be the first to notice. By the time the medical team recognized that my Dad had Alzheimer’s and my Mom had Vascular Dementia, they were both into moderate stages of cognitive decline and even past the point that any medication was recommended to slow the progression of the disease.

When I needed use the Durable Power of Attorney to assist my parents, I realized that not only was it not always accepted (one financial services firm declined it because it was more than 2 years old and another because it was more than 5 years old), but there was a huge gap in the information I needed to be pay bills, be their medical advocate and manage their household that all the planning in the world didn’t provide.

Over the course of a year, I worked to collect and organize their documents, accounts, and assets. I used a binder so I could keep continue to add information as well as share it with my siblings when they came to town to give a break from caregiving. It was easy to hand-over and they could easily step in to help.

On June 16th, 2015 at the Transitions 2015, I will share how to better plan for the unexpected, cover the differences between forgetfulness and dementia as well as share my personal journey on how to manage as a caregiver.

Kay H. Bransford is the best-selling author of MemoryBanc: Your Workbook for Organizing Life and founder of the award-winning system to collect and product documents, accounts, and assets.

The Story of “Stuff” & Surviving the holidays without consumerism

My brother shared this video with me several years ago. I came across it again and am sharing this thoughtful post with you reminding us of our raging consumer habits. We spend the first half of our lives accumulating, then realize we have too much stuff!

Hey, I know you.

pillcupI get asked several times a week, and even sometimes several times a day, how my Mom is doing. Caring for my parents is part of my life story.

I am struggling with coming up with a positive answer when I am asked. For my longtime readers, you know that I work to find the positive and usually a laugh in the midst of this phase of my life. It’s getting harder. I wonder if it’s because I’m more attuned to the struggles of dementia. Both for the person with the disease and those around them. Most people just don’t understand the disease and admittedly, it took me a while to figure out how to engage, manage, survive and navigate my visits and care-giving tactics.

My Mom is fading away. Many days now I find her in the activity room. I’m glad the community created a program to engage my Mom and she enjoys it in the moment. I recently noticed that she doesn’t use my name when I arrive but looks at me, smiles and says “Hey, I know you.” I wonder if she remembers my name.

I enjoy our visits. I don’t have to think how to manage around her paranoia. She follows my lead and often asks what to do. On my last trip we cleaned out some drawers and I was able to return about 2,000 trash bags to the community that she had been hoarding. When I handed over the bag, the community staffer smiled at me and asked if I was going to try to get the pill cups on my next visit. My Mom is enamored with those small cups. For another day. Relished. 

POST SCRIPT

In reviewing my blog, I found I had written this same header back in February, 2012. I also did a version on a story my brother shared with me when he visited in May, 2012.  It reminds me how long this has been going on as well as how quickly I have forgotten so much that has transpired before this point. Survived.

Facing the Ghosts of our Loved Ones with Dementia

DadMemoryTwice in the past week I have driven by a bakery that makes saltenas that I took my Dad to in the last month of his life. Right after I was told he had a tumor on his tongue, we had a variety of appointments to figure out what it was and how to treat it. One of the first appointments was a scan to identify the size of the tumor. As I was sitting at the office waiting for him to return with the medical assistant, I did a search on Yelp for a lunch place. The bakery had great reviews and I knew my Dad would enjoy something out of the routine.

I had hoped that the soft beef and potatoes would be easy for my Dad to eat, but he struggled through lunch. He continued to be his strong, stoic self and tried to enjoy the meal. I had no idea how sick he was but immediately recognized that it was just too painful for him to eat. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized this earlier. Just like he hid his dementia, he did a good job of hiding the fact that he wasn’t really eating much anymore. I had noticed that he was losing weight and asked the doctors but they chalked it up to his disease state.

I was surprised the first time I drove by the bakery. I immediately recognized the area and the last time I’d been in this here. When I drove by it again today, tears started to form. I quickly remind myself that my Dad’s in a better place.

I miss his quiet calm and his good nature. I wonder if there will ever be a time when these memories don’t bring tears to my eyes. I’m not sure if that is a good thing. Missed. 

Background: Last year at 5:45 pm on the Friday of Labor Day weekend, the nurse from the medical team at my parent’s retirement community called to tell me they found a tumor on my Dad’s tongue and he needed to get to an oral surgeon ASAP. Over the next weeks we worked to get a diagnosis and determine treatment options. We never made it through the gauntlet to get him into treatment and he died in a hospice facility four weeks later. While I feel regret that I couldn’t have caught this earlier, I had been trying to find out why my Dad was slurring for months and took him to an external doctor for a second opinion. I know that in some ways this was a blessing and he didn’t have to continue to live while the Alzheimer’s robbed him of his self. I’m still a bit conflicted over these events. 

Five Ways to Age Better Than Your Parents

I’ve been working on how to learn and grow from the place I’ve landed. I recently shared this story and it was picked up by the US Daily Review where you can find the full article.

The five ways I want to age differently than my parents include:

1)    Cultivate meaningful friendships.
2)    Document the little but important things.
3)    Question and understand my health state.
4)    Find work I enjoy and continue working.
5)    Exercise and eat right.

Since that appeared, I got reader responses and will be adding two more to my list that I feel are important, but failed to include:

6)    Constantly challenge yourself by learning new things.
7)    Eliminate / moderate your consumption of alcohol. While a recent report from Johns Hopkins University reported there may be benefits to alcohol consumption in regard to the onset of dementia, it’s the habit of drinking that should be eliminated.

Please share any additional suggestions in the comments box!

Relatives often spot Alzheimer’s

A friend who is a doctor told me after patients reach 70, many M.D.s don’t pursue issues like they might for a 50 or 60-year old. I assumed that the doctors that saw my parents were just letting them coast by – couldn’t they see how cognitively impaired they were?

This article from the 5/23/12 edition of The Washington Post helped me better understand that it’s not as simple as assuming the doctor just doesn’t care. Heartened.

We don’t know why we are here.

I was looking forward to meeting with the social worker to learn more behind the story of my parents’ visits to the hospital.

The social worker tells me my parents showed up at the Emergency Room and by the time they were seen, they couldn’t remember why they were there. They return the next day and see an Internal Medicine doctor who quickly determines something is quite off with my parents. When she tries to have a conversation with them independently and together, they are both in a confused state. They both fail a mini cognitive assessment.

The hospital was concerned about letting my parents leave. They did not want either of them behind the wheel of a car. When they ask if they have someone to call, they say yes, but can only tell them my first name and don’t have my phone number with them. They do remember my sister’s first and last name, but don’t know her phone number and don’t remember where she lives.

They consider calling Adult Protective Services. When they find out my parents have an apartment at a retirement community, they call the community. However, because my parents are in the “independent living” section, there is nothing the community can do except provide them with contact names and phone numbers for family.

My sister Kathy gets the call. She worked to get them back to their apartment and I jumped in my car to meet them there. Ineffective.