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How Caring for Our Elders Affects Our Own Views of Aging

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If ever there was an indication that this issue is not a future reality -- that the future is now -- it is the finding from Families and Work Institute's Elder Care Study that 42% of employed Americans have provided elder care in the past five years. That’s almost one in two of us -- nearly 54.6 million employees. But ask people about their experiences caring for elderly relatives, and you’ll find it colors our own attitudes about aging.

It has been more than five years since my mother’s death. I have copies of one of the last photographs I ever took of her spread throughout our house. It is the photograph we used for her obituary. She is sitting in her favorite crewel chair, looking straight at me, and smiling.

I spent the last eight weeks of her life caring for her, as did my sister and my husband. It all began when a non-critical incident, a slight fall that occurred when she was getting up from her desk after balancing her checkbook, turned into a medical nightmare because she was given Morphine several times, despite our calls to the hospital telling them that it had almost killed her eight years before in the same hospital. And then they gave her more drugs, compounding her drug reaction. All of this happened before we could travel the 550 miles from our homes to hers the following day.

Mother was almost 98 years old at the time, but she had been quite healthy for someone her age, as that glorious photograph of her that I so cherish reveals. 

We brought Mother back to her own home, where she most wanted to be. From then on, every day seemed like a battle. We had to fight to set up a good system of home-based care for her -- learning how to administer medical procedures, filling out complex forms for insurance, getting the right medical equipment delivered and finding people to help us who were “caregivers” in the true sense of that word.

We won those battles, but we lost the big one -- ultimately, Mother’s systems began to shut down despite her valiant will to live. When one has an experience like this, one can feel disheartened or embittered or one can try to use the experience to bring about change. In honor of the kind of person my mother always was, I have chosen the latter route.

First, we worked to bring changes in the hospital system where she had been cared for. Spearheaded by Mother’s beloved doctor, Kathleen Mimnagh, the hospital system now lists “adverse reactions” in addition to anaphylactic allergies on every patient’s computerized medical history; they have developed procedures to ensure that the emergency room and the admitting floors communicate about a patient’s drug reactions; they include treating patient’s families with respect as a “quality” measure the hospital is to be held accountable for; and they have made a commitment to reduce “unnecessary deaths.”

Second, I wanted to do something on a larger scale. As the president of a research organization that conducts ongoing studies of the U.S. workforce, I was in a remarkable position to create a study that shares the experiences of a nationally representative group of caregivers and asks them for their wishes to bring about change. So when people asked us about donations in Mother’s memory, we invited them to contribute to this study. From small donations of a couple of dollars to a large donation from IBM, we have created The Elder Care Study.

Perhaps surprisingly, men and women are equally likely to provide elder care, although there are many differences in the way this plays out in their lives: women are more likely (44%) than men (38%) to provide elder care on a regular basis rather than on an intermittent basis. In addition, women spend more time and provide more hands-on care than men. Women are more often stuck with the bathing, feeding, toileting and intimate daily care that can be so draining physically and emotionally. And despite many hours providing care, caregivers work just as many hours as other employees do. And elder care isn’t the only care they are providing -- 46% of women who are caregivers and 40% of the men also have children under the age of 18 at home. 

When asked about their wishes for change, we find that many elder caregivers DREAD aging; they want to escape from aging as it exists today. They say: 

I don't even want to think about it.

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aurora1920 5 pts

aurora90

Frankly, I joined BlogHer a few months ago to promote my book The Bridge Table or What's Trump Anyway? about sociable bridge and women and why you-all should learn to play your mom's bridge game. Have yet to figure out HOW to move foreward on that goal, but instead spend all my time reading everybody else's blog!
For me at 90 (maybe the oldest member extant of BlogHer?) this series of postings about taking care of elderly parents was a jarring reminder, a wake-up call. I go around feeling pretty pleased with myself and independence as a nonagenarian, only to read story of the 98-year old and her last weeks of requiring intensive care. I plan to print it out, if that's possible, and discuss it with my daughter here ASAP.
My off-top-of-head suggestion for others is that responsible elderly (while still rational) take the initiative and specify reasonable solutions IN WRITING to potential caretakers. For instance, I don't think it reasonable for grandparents (like those in Texas) to EXPECT granddaughter and family to move to where they live, or to refuse to move to care institution when the time comes.
I say "in writing" because otherwise the elderly may not remember what they really wanted and thought fair and reasonable and caretakers will bear guilt burden of doing what's necessary. I'm an example--I always swore I'd give up driving at 90. Turned 90 last March and I reneged!
I'm bringing up decision on when to quit driving THIS WEEK with my daughter.
Recently flew to New England to visit friends and she did ask me to get a wheelchair at the airport in Orlando--not because of my walking ability but the crowds and rushing and all those wheeled luggage appendages that cross one's path. I did so with some resentment--felt like a fraud using a wheelchair. But she was RIGHT to require that of me, because as she said--"Who (beside you) will be most inconvenienced if someone causes you to fall and break something?"
I would say to nice young woman in Texas, start routinely REQUIRING things of your grandparents--get them used to idea that as their primary caretaker, you have the right to make decisions and require their cooperation when best for all concerned. Haven't read the Shriver Report but I do hope responsibility of the elderly as well as their children is emphasized.

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MainlineMom 5 pts

I'm fortunately that my 90 year old grandparents are in relatively good health and live independently right now. But I know that cannot last forever. And occasionally I feel resentful that their only two children, my dad and my uncle, both died young of heart disease leaving me to shoulder the responsibility of their care as they age. My wonderful husband took a job in Houston where they live so our family could move from Philadelphia to be nearby to make caring for them someday easier. But I have two small children and a full time job of my own, so when they need me things get complicated. Like when they each were in the hospital for awhile, one right after the other. And of course they couldn't choose a hospital nearby, it had to be way down in the city.

I saw how they cared for my great-grandmother with severe dementia at home till she was 100. I hope and pray it doesn't get that hard for me, but I suspect I will have much harder challenges ahead. My grandfather has heart disease and my grandmother can't hear nearly anything. They refuse to move into the gorgeous retirement center nearby that all their friends have moved to.

But at least my kids are getting to know them, and my kids brighten their lives a lot. I thank God for that.

Sarah Hubbell

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ADKing 5 pts

What a post. It's so true, and often I find it hard to put into words how working with elderly folks (and my dad) have changed my views and outlook on life.... Sometimes, you can try to explain how it impacted your life, but you feel like you fall short of getting your message across.

It absolutely has changed my entire view about aging, and death.... I worked in Oncology with ill and aging patients and I think the difference in working with patients and your family, is that you don't KNOW how your patients were PRIOR to you seeing them weak.... all you can go by, is what their families tell you....

However, when it is your own relative, you KNOW how they were before their illness.... you KNOW how they were before their weakness. You know how strong they were, how bright they were, how spunky they were. You know how funny they were, you saw their will to live. They could make it to the bathroom alone. They could shower alone. They could walk alone. They could roll over in bed by themselves. And then it comes to this.... to you folding a sheet in half and lying in flat underneath them, just so you and someone else can slide them up in their bed, because they can't even adjust themselves. It comes down to you finding they have wet the bed, and the floor and the rugs because they couldn't sit up quick enough to grab the urinal.... it comes to you tying a string to a glass bell so that all they have to do is pull a string and you can hear them calling for you.

I slept on a hardwood floor in the hallway, right outside my dad's bedroom door, and when i'd hear the jingle of the bell, I'd jump STRAIGHT out of bed to rush to his side.... my stepmom was right behind me.... here he was, so weak, and fragile, peeing on the floor and the rugs.... he was STILL my dad.... he'd sit hunched over the side of the bed, telling us to just put him in a home, that we didn't need to live like this. He wasn't meant to be like this....

How could someone THAT strong turn to this? wanting to die? We had to have all of his guns unloaded (he used to hunt, and swore he'd shoot an intruder if someone came in the house) but what used to be his protection, we now feared he contemplated suicide with. It was AWFUL! This wasn't my father, but it still.... was.

I never feared death, the way I did then.... however, I also never felt as peaceful as I did when I walked out onto his large front porch. I sat in the swinging bench, on that overcast day, and realized that aging was inevitable. I could only live my life, my days, right now, the very best way I could. I don't know when my time will come. I DO, very much so, hope that I will pass in my sleep or of a massive heart attack that takes me instantly. I don't want to suffer. i don't want to put anyone out. I don't want to sit on the edge of the bed wishing I was put out of my misery. I don't want people to hide my medications and whisper about how worried about me they are. I don't want to hold a remote to my ear thinking i'm on the telephone with an ex. I don't want to be that person.

I don't want to leave people finding out secrets about me after I pass away. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'll tell you, it changes your life in ways that MY words will likely never explain.... at least not well enough.

Yes, it changes you. You reach out to elderly folks with an entirely different heart, just KNOWING they, too, were once young, just like you and I.... they TOO are someone's parents, grandparents, great grandparents.... they, too, used to use the restroom on their own, maybe they were even homecoming king/queen or a football star.... they too, were just like you and i....

Ashley King