Summer Visit

My last visit to my mom's was for her birthday. We had a wonderful time with no conflicts, and I was able to take her to do many of the things she enjoys.

Big sis and I took her to her favorite restaurant for lunch. After lunch, Mom got to enjoy one of her favorite activities, shopping at Wal-Mart. Sis and I sat in the cafe and chatted while Mom went up and down every aisle of the grocery side of the store.



In the photo above, Mom and I are having lunch at one of the small, local, inevitably smoke-filled restaurants. I think I'm spoiled living in a state where smoking is banned in all restaurants. I do feel a bit bad for the poor smokers who have to stand outside to smoke in the middle of winter though. Because she can no longer drive, Mom especially enjoys getting out of the house. She always dresses attractively and wears makeup.



In this photo, my uncle is visiting us. My mom was wearing a housecoat and had one foot on a chair. Her whole left leg was showing. Mom has relaxed some of her ladylike conduct since she has had Alzheimer's.


This is Mom and her church buddies. Church is very important to my mom. She always gets a ride with one of her friends, and they often go out to supper after services.

Her minister is just about the worst public speaker I've ever heard. I'm an agnostic, but even I could do a better job than he does. I've heard him stumble over Bible readings as if he's never read them before, so unable to pronounce some of the words that I've nearly shouted them out to help him.



While I was there I also took my mom to hear her favorite gospel singing group and to visit an old friend in the nursing home.



We also visited the opthamologist, and she had another laser treatment for the macular degeneration. Sometimes I wonder if she really needs all those treatments she gets. Perhaps I should take her to get a second opinion. There are always so many things to do.

When I left I felt satisfied that I had helped my mom have an enjoyable week. And she told me that her heart was healed and that she loved me.

Me Me Me

Do I sound like a selfish brat? All I seem to talk about is how the disease affects me. I talk about what I miss and what I'm losing.

Well, that's one reason for blogging anonymously. Here I can feel as sorry for myself as I like, and no one will know it's me.

When I'm with my mom I actually try to put her first. I sometimes exhaust myself trying to take her to do all the things she wants to do. I'm far from the ideal caregiver, but I'm not all that bad.

This blog can be the place where I can whine and pity myself. Sometimes.

A bit of normalcy, such as it is, and a bit of grieving

Since my last post things have continued pretty smoothly. Near my son's birthday my mom did mention something about having less money - she thinks she's getting less interest on her accounts since I made the changes, but she really isn't. She mentioned it because she sent him a much more modest birthday present than usual (I had reminded her the week before of his birthday - I don't know if she would have remembered). I quickly got off the phone to avoid any conflict.

I'm planning a trip there next month and will write out for her the interest she was getting and what she is currently getting, so she doesn't continue to think she's earning less on her savings.

I'm very grateful that she seems to have gotten over most of her anger - at least I hope she has. I know that everything can change in a heartbeat. Members of my Alzheimer's support group assured me that things would get better, but it was hard to believe it. She was just so angry I couldn't imagine the situation ever getting better.

I've been calling her more frequently, and she seems to enjoy our conversations. The last time we talked, Sunday morning, she seemed in very good spirits. We laughed and joked around.

When I first told her I was going to be with her for her birthday, she didn't sound pleased, but when she asked if I would be there in June, she sounded, dare I say it, happy.

I'm looking forward to my trip. I realize how much I'm losing and how quickly.

In editing the above photo for this post, I remembered what a special relationship my mother and son once had and how it has been decimated by the disease. At one time they talked on the phone about once a week, and she was genuinely interested in what he did. My son loved his grandma and enjoyed talking to and visiting her. Now she never asks to talk to him and doesn't even seem to want to see him. She prefers that I visit her alone. It makes me so sad.

All Quiet on the Front, More or Less

Not much has happened this week, but I'm trying to post every week, so I wanted to write a little something.

For two years I called me mother nearly every day. When she got mad at me over her finances (see below), I realized I had to stop calling so often both for self-preservation and because it was making her upset. I've been calling about twice a week.

But I miss talking to her on a daily basis. The last couple times on the phone she has not been mad at me. One time she even told me she loved me after I told her I loved her. It was a bit of a shock. Maybe she is getting over her anger, and we can start to talk more often. I hope so.

Financial Planning Part 2, or Am I Doing the Right Thing?

In January a mess-up involving reordering checks made my mom aware that she had not received a bank statement in a while. By this time not only had I paid for the lawyer out of her account, but I was also paying for the monthly Lifeline fee and her lunches from the senior center out of the same account. It seemed imperative that she not see the statements in order for her to keep having these services.

Remember, my mom thinks there is nothing at all wrong with her. The only reason she has Lifeline in her house and accepts the lunches that are delivered is because she believes they are free. I’ve had to go through a bit of trickery to insure that she be kept in the dark about who is really paying, but so far it has worked.

When she went to the bank to ask about her statements, she didn’t talk to the person there who knows all about the situation and who would have tried to stall her while she let me know what was going on. She talked to someone who told her that her statements were being sent to me.

Not only did she find out about the statements, but she also noticed that her balance wasn’t what she thought it should be (the fee to the lawyer was several thousand dollars). Ever since I had made the changes to her account I worried every single day about what would happen when she found out. I knew the chances were good that she would realize she wasn’t getting her statements at some point because she is still pretty sharp in many ways.

I had what I felt was a crisis on my hands. I wanted so badly to be honest with my mom (see “Lying” below), but I knew that if I told her everything it was likely to end with her canceling the Lifeline service and her lunches. At first she was more upset about the “missing money” than about the bank statements. After stalling for a couple days I made a decision. I decided to tell her that I had implemented an “asset protection plan” and had moved the missing money to an account in my town. At the same time I planned to move more of her savings to a bank here in order to be able to continue paying for services without her knowledge. I’m also planning for the time when I can find someone who can keep her company, drive her places, and help her with housework a few days a week. Because I eventually plan to move her here, I also want to set aside funds to cover the moving costs.

My mother was satisfied with the explanation of the asset protection plan – for a few days. Then all hell broke loose.

No matter how angry she gets, she knows that I would never steal from her. But she cannot understand how I could make these decisions without first talking to her about it. She thinks I’m protecting her money so that I can inherit it. She also senses that I’m taking control of things that she believes she is still able to handle.

For three months now she’s told me that she will never feel the same way about me, that I stabbed her in the heart. She never calls me “honey” or tells me she loves me anymore. (When I visited her last month, there were some moments of real warmth and affection, in between the temper tantrums. But now she seems not to remember that I was there and has returned to her cool ways.)

At times she’s so sad and miserable, or angry and full of rage, that I seriously question whether I did the right thing. Sometimes I can feel very keenly that I have broken her heart.

Is it better to deceive her to keep her safe in her home while causing her tremendous emotional distress or to allow her to continue to make her own decisions, to allow her to feel in control of her life, while putting her health and safety in peril?

I no longer know.

Financial Planning, Part 1

Last fall, not two weeks after I had been to visit her, my uncle and my mom’s minister told me that they thought my mom was dying. I knew that she hadn’t been feeling well, but I didn’t know just how bad she was. Apparently she was staying in bed and not eating and had become very weak. When they had gone to visit her they said she could barely hold up her head and was very confused. The minister said that he thought she could be gone in a matter of days.

When I called my mom I told her that my uncle was going to take her to the doctor. She got riled up and said she was fine and wasn’t going to go. I knew then that she wasn’t dying. She was just too feisty. Nevertheless, I realized that I had to go there and see what was going on. At the time my husband was out of the country, so I couldn’t leave my son at home and fly there on my own. I packed up my son and drove the 950 miles to my mom’s.

When I first started talking to the local Alzheimer’s Association about my mom’s situation, they recommended that I hire an elder law attorney. I talked to the Association office nearest to my mom to get a recommendation for a lawyer and talked over the phone with the office that was most highly recommended. But I put off making any decision about hiring them. It seemed like such a big step to take and such a lot of money to commit.

This crisis forced me to see that my mom’s condition was not going to improve; it could only get worse. I felt as though I could no longer put off making difficult decisions, so I made an appointment with the lawyer for the time I would be at my mom’s and subsequently hired them.

My mother at the time had two bank accounts, one of which was in both our names. In order to pay for the lawyer, I wrote a check on her local account and had the mailing of her bank statements changed to go to my home so that she wouldn’t see that I had hired a lawyer. I would much preferred to have had her involved in meeting with the lawyer, but I knew her level of denial was such that she would not have seen the usefulness of such a meeting, much less spending the big bucks to retain the lawyer.

The lawyer’s staff has been great, really knowledgeable and helpful. They assured me that we will be able to protect at least half of my mother’s assets. My mother doesn’t have a lot of money, but she has always said that if she ever had to go into a nursing home she wouldn’t want the government to get it all.

When she can no longer live alone, I hope to move her into a facility here. However, she may have to go into a local nursing home before I can bring her here, either because she refuses to come here or because it may take me a while to find a place for her here. The way things are set up now, she can go into a nursing home and not lose all her assets, which means that when I move her here there will be money for the move as well as money to pay for the first few months at a nursing home if that is what is required to get her into a good place. After those expenses I hope there will be enough remaining for her to live comfortably the rest of her life.

So, when I got to my mom’s, I found her sleeping in bed. My son and I unpacked the car, and I finally woke her up. She was confused and weak, but after several days she regained her strength and seemed back to normal, well, as normal as it gets.

In Part 2 I will talk about what happened when my mother noticed that she wasn't receiving her bank statements.

Sweet and a Little Sad

Last Friday I received an Easter card from my mom. She wrote on the left side of the card, “May God bless you, my dear, Love Mom.” It made me really happy to get this card, especially that she had signed "Love, Mom." Since January it's been rare that she tells me she loves me, so when she does it's very sweet. Then I noticed that on the right side below the printed greeting, she signed it, “Lee’s mom, Barbara Graham.”* Normally, she would have just signed it "Mom," but now she signs her full name as if we wouldn't know who it's from. It reminded me of how Alzheimer’s Disease is changing her.

*Not our real names