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welcome to girlfriends with aging parents

dealing with a death wish

I just want to cry! My parents, who are in their 80’s and live in a retirement home, have just given up on life. They are convinced that the two of them are going to die imminently. Mom is constantly in pain from reoccurring osteoporosis fractures and Dad has a faltering memory, relies heavily on a cane to walk, and arthritis makes it difficult for him to insert his hearing aids. Their fatalistic attitude has made them reclusive. Dad and Mom only leave their apartment to go down to the community dining room for dinner.

As their daughter and only child, it destroys me emotionally to see them like this. In my mind I reason that this is severe depression but in my heart, I am in a panic. When I visit them twice a week, their death is always part of the conversation and nothing I say seems to have any effect on how they feel. Dad and Mom have said that they are not planning to end their own lives, but feel they only have months left as they “are on a downhill decline that will only end one way.” Every new ache or pain is seen as a “sign” of impending doom.

What can I do? They won’t talk to a social worker, avoid family get-togethers and go into a complete panic if apart for even a few minutes. I can’t bear to watch them just sit there and wait to die. These were two active, intelligent people who traveled the world in retirement, read and kept up on world affairs. Now they sit in their living room all day doing little except for watching Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. I desperately want to “save” the people I love, but does one just accept their parent’s mindset or fight to keep them alive? What do you think, what can I do? written by Jane in Texas

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when surgery may not be the right choice

My mother, 87yo, lives across the country but close to my younger sister. I was called to D.C. suddenly to have a “family meeting” about a new development regarding our mother’s health.

My sister reported that my mom had exhibited uncharacteristic behavior. Besides shortness of breath, Mom tended to stop as she was walking along to “window shop and look around”. Not typical behavior. I asked why she did that? Heart beating quickly, can’t get her breath? She could not pinpoint why she stopped. My sister & I thought … just the aging process.

Unfortunately this seemed to be more frequent & we decided to see a heart specialist. Through a stethoscope exam, the physician diagnosed a huge heart murmur. He further stated that Mom’s life was threatened by this condition. The cardiologist recommended we scheduled an angiogram to see what it looked like inside.

After confirming on the angiogram and making an appointment with the surgeon to choose open heart or to try to get a procedure through a leg artery (that is still only available to her as a randomized trial) a close family friend, who is a physician, scheduled a second opinion.

The second physician confirmed that everything we heard was completely true. This cardiologist however, pointed out that Mom has a great lifestyle, & in her late 80’s, would not be offered this procedure in a European country because of her age. He said that since she is not symptomatic yet (but will be without any doubt) the third option was to do nothing at this time. The doctor said it is very likely that she would not come out of the surgery the same cheerful optimistic person that she is today.

Conclusion? There is no real conclusion in health care until the actual end. Ours is a wait and see. You never know what you will eventually do. But we chose lifestyle over surgery. Also, it is a huge decision (and the decision, in the end, is the patient’s) Truly, it was good to have both sisters there as well as my Mother’s sister for support in that.

Maybe you have a reason for a second opinion you would like to share. Written by Linda in Scottsdale

 

 

 

 

 

 

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everything’s coming up roses

Sometime, a long time ago, my mom and I were always at odds, yet I learned young not to exacerbate any controversial situations. The writing, after all, was on the wall and the outcome, wholly predictable. Over the last 36 years, I have been practicing yoga, for the last decade or more as a flowing, breathing moving meditation called The FullBodyElixir(www.CalleyONeillYoga.com) In addition, I am reading the Abraham-Hicks works, listening over and over of late. Also, loving The Power of NOW and my all time favorite THE MASTER KEY SYSTEM by Charles Haanel. All of these systems I have tried actually, amazingly, effectively work to clear the neural pathways of our minds: programming from the pilikia (Hawaiian for troubles, or trauma and drama) to a conscious, sound, positive stable mind. We all are coming to know we are a result of all of our past thinking and we are getting our predominant thinking patterns back to us in the form of life’s relationship and situations.

What is amazing is that between my sister and myself, my mom, at a young 84 is waking up through persistently being pointed to the positive, to the positive, to the positive. To be the love that you want is truly the only answer. So my mom is an awakening being…a not so happy marriage, and still she wakes up everyday, letting it go and letting it go… and we keep sharing our evolution and she sees the results. We have gone from so much pilikia to this: at the end of every phone conversation… every single one, we sing… EVERYTHING’S COMING UP ROSES FOR ME AND FOR YOU…. and the more we focus on this the more it comes into our daily reality.

Watch your thoughts, they become your words, watch your words for they become your actions, watch your actions for they become your habits… watch your habits for they become your destiny…(old Chinese proverb)

I send this to you Toby, and all your readers with so much love and compassion and aloha,

submitted by Calley in Kamuela, HI

 

 

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the theology of relationships – rave

Rabbi Richard Address has devoted his career to helping transform synagogues into caring communities. Now, in Seekers of Meaning, his newest and most personal work to date, he explores how the notion of a caring community can be transformative for individuals, particularly baby boomers struggling with issues of aging and mortality.

“Who am I? Why am I here?” These are questions that guide us–or haunt us–our entire lives. As we age, these questions take on new relevance, all the more so as we face the daunting challenges of our aging society. We are seeing the health of our parents decline. We are deferring retirement in a difficult economy. We are becoming caregivers for loved ones. We are struggling with our own issues of health and wellness. Where do we turn for guidance in navigating these uncharted waters? Where do we now seek meaning in our lives?

The answer, argues Rabbi Address, is to be found in our relationships. Using key texts from the Torah, he shows that the foundation of a happy and healthy life is the meaning we seek in it in the community of others–our family, our friends, our congregations–and in our most fundamental relationship, with the very Mystery behind our own existence. This “theology of relationships” can bring much needed change to the Jewish communities that have nurtured us for so much of our lives, and help us make for ourselves an older adulthood that is healthy and sacred.

 

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stop & smell the roses

Stop & smell the roses, whatever that means to you. For me….today it means to hug my son & tell my husband how much I deeply treasure him. Whatever it means to you please share & tell!
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new life stage gives “moments of meaning”

making momentsLet me suggest that we now have created a new life stage: that of Care-giver. For centuries we have had people who took care of others; friends, parents, children, etc. However, given the explosion of longevity that has come about at the same time as rapid advances in medical technology and you have a recipe for what so many of us are doing. We live in the age of the long term care-giver. This new life stage comes with a variety of issues; many perceived as negative (stress, re-adjusment of schedules, financial issues and the like), while some may be unintended positive consequences.

I speak of opportunities for our generation to reconcile previous parent-child issues, to see in those quiet moments of care a re-evaluation of relationships and, perhaps, an appreciation for what our loved one’s life really has meant. There is a spiritual quid-pro-quo it seems, that often takes place within a family dynamic. Perhpas it arises in a quiet moment when you are helping a parent in and out of a car and you come to realize that this once strong and proud mom or dad is now frail and depending on you, a dependancy that often goes unexpressed. At those moments, often unexpected by the way, a sense of quiet evolves. There is a moment when you realize that this natural order of things is meant to be and that maybe, these moments are actually a gift that will allow a transitioning of the traditional parent-child roles. And yes, these moments are often fleeting and often previous roles re-appear. But, for that briefest of moments, we become aware that the “rules” are changing.

Part of that realization is that, as a result of the care we give, we change as well. Perhaps in ways we never thought would be possible. These new realities, I suggest, are moments of spiritual growth. We can learn from them, not only how to care for others, but, if we are careful, how to care for ourselves. I hope to explore some of these spiritual moments in future columns and invite your response,

Rabbi Richard F. Address, D.MIn

www.jewishsacredaging.com

 

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girlfriends good for your health!

They Teach It at Stanford:

“I just finished taking an evening class at Stanford. The last lecture was on the mind-body connection – the relationship between stress and disease. The speaker (head of psychiatry at Stanford) said, among other things, that one of the best things that a man could do for his health is to be married to a woman, whereas for a woman, one of the best things she could do for her health was to nurture her relationships with her girlfriends!”

At first everyone laughed, but he was serious…..

women-meetingWomen connect with each other differently and provide support systems that help each other to deal with stress and difficult life experiences. Physically this quality “girlfriend time” helps us to create more serotonin – a neurotransmitter that helps combat depression and can create a general feeling of well being. Women share feelings whereas men often form relationships around activities. They rarely sit down with a buddy and talk about how they feel about certain things or how their personal lives are going. Jobs? Yes. Sports? Yes. Cars? Yes. Fishing, hunting, golf?  Yes. But their feelings? Rarely.

Women do it all of the time. We share from our souls with our sisters/mothers, and evidently that is very good for our health. He said that spending time with a friend is just as important to our general health as jogging or working out at a gym.

There’s a tendency to think that when we are “exercising” we are doing something good for our bodies but when we are hanging out with friends, we are wasting our time and should be more productively engaged—not true. In fact, he said that failure to create and maintain quality personal relationships with other humans is as dangerous to our physical health as smoking!

So every time you hang out to schmooze with a gal pal, just pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself for doing something good for your health! We are indeed very, very lucky. Sooooo let’s toast to our friendship with our  girlfriends. Evidently it’s very good for our health.”

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promises to my dad

victorian teacupToday we debated whether to keep Dad’s appointment with the eye doctor. Normally he’s unsteady but today the caregiver could barely transfer him to a wheelchair for the ride. We weren’t sure we could get him into the exam chair. The doctor was an hour behind schedule, so we chatted in the waiting room—Dad, the caregiver and me.

I leaned over to tell the caregiver, “I finally sold their buffet on Craigslist!” It displayed  their china and crystal, a few tokens left of all the stuff accumulated over 67 years of marriage. It’s too big for their tiny apartment. A few weeks ago Mom fell into it, and hurt herself badly. It had to go.

The waiting room conversation went on to something else and my mind had moved on, when Dad said, “You didn’t sell my chest, did you?” “What chest?” I said, thinking of the cedar chest they’d given to a granddaughter. It took him a while to find the words—“the one with the glasses in it.” I said, yes, I had sold the buffet, but the buyer couldn’t pick it up for a couple of weeks. My dad looked at me, clearly anguished. “I think I’m going to cry.”

My heart sank. I wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be okay. That I would let him make as many decisions as possible for himself. That I would never, ever make him move to a nursing home. That I’d always talk to him with respect. That he really is still the same guy who could build anything, cook for a crowd, study on his own to get his engineering credentials. Just stuck in a body that doesn’t work so well and a mind that won’t process information on demand.

So many losses. So little control of anything in his life.

It wasn’t the buffet, of course. It was the contents. I promised I’d come up with a way to display his beloved Belgian crystal, bought when he was a GI in WWII.

It’s not the body either, is it? It’s the man living inside. It’s the accumulation of 91 years of living—of memories and accomplishments, of woundedness and strength of character and of love and relationships forged over a lifetime.

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getting started

toby donnerA friendship started almost 25 years ago when two young moms became neighbors. Both were raising small children and started meeting between their adjoining driveways. Sharing and caring for each other became part of their lives as their friendship grew.

The years have flown by, punctuated by many of life’s flagship moments, events that were both celebrated in good times and mourned in sad times. Now we find conversations between us (and with those women nearest and dearest to us) revolve not only around our adult children and grandchildren but increasingly about our concerns regarding our aging parents.

Norma  RosenthalNorma and Toby have discovered that for various life cycle events there are no directions! Caring for our parents is no exception. As women, we juggle husband, career, and concerns about our adult children in addition to issues that face our family elders. We are left with the challenge of creatively finding our way to solutions.

Who does one turn to for answers?

Many of us automatically think of our girlfriends; those close to us who we can brainstorm with and find answers. In this blog, Toby and Norma would like to expand those conversations to include you…

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