Got a Question? Let’s Ask the Hundreds of Readers.

pumpkinsThis year, I realized how thankful I am for the thousands of individuals that have been reading this blog. It has become my own digital caregiving support group. I would like to try to share the power of the support network with all of the readers.  If you have a question, please send it to me at Kay @ MemoryBanc . com and I will post it to the blog for other readers to weigh in.

Since it’s Thanksgiving, and we are moving into the time of year where we spend a lot more time with family. You may be noticing new issues and want a place to turn to ask a question or three.

The feedback and suggestions I get through this blog and the other social media postings are invaluable to me. Keep them coming … and I hope you will consider using what you’ve learned to help the dozens of new individuals who are just starting on this journey.

I will post questions anonymously, and hope you all will take the time to share your thoughts, give some words of encouragement, and even consider asking a question. Thankful. 

Palliative vs Hospice Care?

pileofquestionsI’m still a little fuzzy on the distinction because what I heard (which might not have been exactly what I was told) differs a bit from what I’ve read. I find that there is generally conflicting information on the nuances between these two levels of care and each provider is a little different. However, we are going to move past that sweeping disclaimer and I will share with you how I view these two services and the role they have played in the care of my parent’s.

When my dad, who was in a moderate stage of Alzheimer’s, was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor on the back of his tongue, we pursued treatment options and realized, not only was he not up to the fight, but before we even got to treatment options he would have to be put under anesthesia just to clean his teeth. I saw how poorly he responded after being put under anesthesia to mend a broken hip and that news was the final straw. We called in hospice to make him as comfortable as possible. He was in his apartment with my mom for about a week after understanding his diagnosis. He was in a lot of pain and had fallen trying to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night so we had him transferred to the hospice facility. He passed after the first night in the hospice facility. The team worked to keep him comfortable. We were shocked to have him go from diagnosis of a tumor to death in exactly 4 weeks. For me, I’m glad he didn’t suffer any longer, but I still cry over my loss.

Mom was admitted into hospice care after she complained of back pain, was treated with Tramadol, and for the lack of any other way to describe it, behaved like an overdosed hippie. She could move but not manage to even stand or follow simple instructions. She tried to talk but she only spoke soundless words. I wasn’t really clear that she was in “hospice” until I called to have the doctor explain it to me. It took several weeks for her to interact with me and she required a wheelchair after being bed-ridden for so long. I still wasn’t sure what it meant until as my mom began to improve, I asked if physical therapy (PT) might help get her back on her feet and was told that PT isn’t something you do with a hospice patient.

In short, I believe hospice focuses on comfort when a terminal illness with a near-term end-of-life is expected, and no therapy would be provided to improve quality of life. Palliative is geared toward those who aren’t looking to extend a life, but want to be comfortable. Generally, most with varied forms of dementia are in palliative care since there is usually a longer life expectancy.

It’s all confusing and each bit of information seemed to foster another questions. It has served me well to meet with the medical and care team and explain our goals for my mom’s care. It never hurts to ask. You know your loved one best, so do what you feel is right. Satisfied. 

For deeper answers on this topic, please visit the following:

The Layperson’s Guide to Palliative Care

The Layperson’s Guide to Hospice Care

What Palliative and Hospice Care Mean Are Not the Same!

The Question Behind the Question

mailpileFor two weeks, my Mom has been relentless on the topic of mail. Some days, she will call more than 5 times in an hour to discuss the topic. “Kay, I’m not getting any mail. Are you getting all of my mail now?” Nothing has changed, so I’m a little confused about her question.

I’ve been in her apartment when the mail is delivered. The remnants of the mail can be found on her bed, the entry hall table, next to her favorite chair, why does she not recognize that she is getting mail? Some days she gets as many as 9 pieces of mail. After a few days of her calls, I ask my Mom what was she expecting and not getting in the mail?

“I’m not getting any condolence notes, where are they going?” Ah-ha! I now understood the question she was really trying to ask, but was unable to verbalize. I start by telling her that Dad died over a month ago, so the letters are going to slow down. “It’s been a month? I didn’t realize it had been that long.” On my next visit, we stack up the letters and cards so I can direct her to the pile to review when she calls. Discovered. 

Follow-up strategies:

  1. Ask family and friends that send letters and notes to date the mailed items.
  2. When friends ask what they can do to help – suggest they send notes. My Mom loves jokes as well as getting pictures. When sending a picture, tell a story about the event surrounding the picture and make sure to label the back of the picture with the event, date and names of those in the photograph.
  3. Stack received mail in a prominent place near a favorite seating area (and direct them back to the stack of mail if they call you).

Do you have any strategies that have worked?

An open conversation about dementia: Caregiver to Diagnosed

raised handI learn by asking questions. Those who have been in a classroom or worked with me will only reaffirm this statement. I have many questions I would like to ask my parents, but can’t.  Whether its respect or recognition that those I’m posing the question to don’t really understand what’s happening — my need to ask didn’t diminish.

Thankfully, I found Kate Swaffer. She liked the idea of starting a blog where we can ask each other the questions we would love to ask those around us.

If you have questions, please post them in the comments section and I will get them to Kate to respond.

Some of the questions I have posed to her include:

How were you diagnosed?

How has the dementia diagnosis changed your relationship with your husband?

What is the one thing care givers should do differently when trying to help their loved ones with dementia?

What, if anything, do you fear about your future?

Have you found any positive outcomes from your diagnosis?

Could you describe what “dementia” feels like?

My dad reads a lot, and I’m told that is his coping mechanism. Do you have some coping mechanisms? What are they?

Please join us in our conversation — The blog is called The Dementia Dialogue. Invited.