Seven years ago my husband and I decided it was time to make a decision regarding his mother that was showing signs of mental decline in the way her daily behaviors were changing. We, at the time didn't know what was going on with her, if it were just because after so many years of being with someone she was all alone or if there was something deeper going on.
For all the years I have been married into this family she was the bookeeper for their Tire business. She ran her household, cared for the family and her husband and kept the books for all business related things. She was a little dynamo that never missed a beat.
One day Roberts dad decided to sell the business and move to Mesa, this is probably where she started her mental decline, but hard to say. They lived there until 1996 when dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer just 3 weeks before passing away. Mom never cried, but concern showed on her just the same. Here she was, in an area she was uneasy with, her sons and grandchildren living in Globe which was only 95 miles away, but could have been a million as far as she was concerned. Well we all got together and moved her back here to Globe where she settled in to a routine that was very different from what she had prior to dad passing away.
Although she had her sons around frequently, Robert every day, she began displaying extreme paranoia, like we had never seen before. She would get the house ready for her to go to bed at night, 5 pm, by nailing all the doors shut, duct taping them and putting a door jack under the knobs. She started hording anything and everything in her bedroom, not bathing, calling the police 30 times a month saying that I was crawling through her cooler vents and stealing her pictures and bird seed. There was so much more, but won't go into it. Robert had to replace all the doors in the house 4 times and replaster the walls around the doors as she had them down to the chicken wire under the now gone plaster.
We finally decided it was time to make a serious decision on her well being so we moved her in with us as the other sons were not willing to take part in her care. Let me tell you, it has been a rollercoaster of emotions ever since. When we first was with her, I cried everyday, she was so horrible and miserable to be around and my life previous to her was always peaceful. So we contacted Adult Proctective Services and they helped us arrange to have her sent to Generations for evaluation. On her 3rd day there, they called and said we could pick her up as they found nothing wrong with her, we refused and asked they keep her a bit longer. By the 4th day she lost it and pretty much went banana's on them, so they kept her for a week and sent her home on a regimen of medications that would put anyone in a coma.
Things were't going as smoothly as I had hoped with the medication, which was mostly behavior meds, but I couldn't figure out why they weren't working. Rob watched her one day after I had given her the meds and after I walked away, she spit them out in her hand and slipped them down the side of the recliner. Later after she was laying down, Rob looked under the recliner and there they were, $1,200 worth of behavior meds in the chair and under it. We gathered them up, brushed them off and put them back in the med bottles. After that I crushed them and gave them to her in strawberry jam. So problem mostly solved with the bad behaviors and things were getting easier in caring for her.
Over time we have had to have several skin cancers removed, mostly from her face and arms. By the end of the day, she will have all the sticthes torn completely out. She had fallen a couple years ago and rebroke her left wrist, doctor gave her a soft splint and I spent all day everyday for a week putting it back on her. So then doctor puts a hard cast on her, the next morning it was on her bedroom floor. So I have come to the conclusion that the alzheimers mind obviously has no sense of pain like we have nor any sense of causing themselves injury.
The night she fell, I was getting her ready for bed and had my back to her, helping her step into her pull-up diaper, she fell backwards and I was not able to catch her. I called Rob and we lifted her into bed. The next morning she was in serious pain when I tried to get her up. So we called the EMT's. They spent an hour getting her prepped for the hospital and then took her with Rob in the car right behind them. X-rays confirmed her left hip was broken, so she was admitted to the hospital on a tuesday, had surgery on wednesday, 3 screws were placed into the hip. Then she was in ICU for a couple more days and then moved out of ICU to the regular part of the hospital. By monday Dr said she was ready to go to the nursing home for recovery and rehab.
Okay, now I am not saying anything bad about nursing homes but having worked many years in them and seeing what direction most elderly alzheimers patients take, we really didn't want her to go there. We talked with Dr and explained our feelings and told him of my background as a CNA and Restorative Therapist. Dr was actually pleased to find that we were willing and able to care for her at home, so after just under a week in the hospital we brought her home.
During her time in the hospital, they took her off all her prescribed meds she had taken for the past 7 years and at this point I have not put her back on them as she has shown no need for them at this time. Previously I would have been panicking if she didn't have the ones to control her behaviors.
The hardest part was getting her in and out of the car as she was in the painful stage of her healing, but we managed. We borrowed a wheelchair from a friend otherwise we would have had to carry her into the house. Our first few weeks after returning home was looking pretty bleak on her recovering to where she was prior to the trauma of the break. We had a low bed for her and my back was in serious pain everyday from changing, cleaning her and getting her up and down from such a low position. We were under the supervision of Home Health care at first with a nurse and therapist coming on a regular basis. The nurse was seeing a lack of improvement in her cognitive and physical skills. Same as for the therapist, she was not seeing mom improving either as she was barely using her left arm and leg, falling over backwards or to the left when sitting on the side of the bed. In the meantime Rob researched the internet and found a site that offered information on how to improve someone in this mental condition, so he took notes and went out and bought the supplements that was required for a daily regimen.
This is the list of what we are giving her:
Korean Ginseng 100mg 1 daily,
Acetyl L-Carnitine 250mg 1 daily
Co Q-10 100mg 1 daily
Alpha Lipoic Acid 200mg 1 daily
Natural Ed-alpha 1000 I.U. 1 daily
Super B-Complex 1 daily
Milk Thistle 1000mg 1 daily
D3 2000 I.U. 1 daily
DHEA 25mg 1 daily
Oyster Shell Calcium + D 1 daily
Ginko Biloba 120mg 2 capsules 2 times daily
Hi-Lignan Nutri Flax 1 scoop daily
I crush the crushables and add them to her cereal in the mornings, the non crushables I make sure she swallows them. Since having her on this regimen coupled together with daily range of motion exercises and interaction with us throughout the day she has improved greatly, in some instances even better than she was previously to the traumatic injury.
We currently have her on hospice but at the rate she is improving I suspect she will be taken off. They have provided us with a new wheelchair, all the supplies we may need, a bath transfer bench and an electric hospital bed, which has made caring for her so much easier. Anyways, She is verbalizing better than before and actually will watch a movie with us whereas before she would pretty much stare at the floor. She is using both right and left side limbs equally, but is still somewhat weak on the left. At this point I am not eager to have her trying to walk on her own as she is still not strong enough to keep her balance or maybe even hold herself up without help. But am excited to see the improvements she displays daily and her determination to do some of what she instinctively remembers doing for a long time.
Yes it has been a rollercoaster of emotions, where at times I just wanted to walk away, but am glad to have stuck it out. She has become the child I never had and I would fight tooth and nail for her. When the day comes that she will no longer be with us, which at this time she is 90 years old, I will be lost without her in my life and will have a huge empty void that will be very hard to fill.
To my mother in law, I love you and have and always will be honored that I was the daughter in law that cared for you, I have been blessed in so many ways and thank you dearly for the opportunity you have given me.
Evelyn
I am posting this for anyone who may be going through the same thing and would like to share their experience or exchange ideas. You may also feel free to pm me anytime to chat.
For all the years I have been married into this family she was the bookeeper for their Tire business. She ran her household, cared for the family and her husband and kept the books for all business related things. She was a little dynamo that never missed a beat.
One day Roberts dad decided to sell the business and move to Mesa, this is probably where she started her mental decline, but hard to say. They lived there until 1996 when dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer just 3 weeks before passing away. Mom never cried, but concern showed on her just the same. Here she was, in an area she was uneasy with, her sons and grandchildren living in Globe which was only 95 miles away, but could have been a million as far as she was concerned. Well we all got together and moved her back here to Globe where she settled in to a routine that was very different from what she had prior to dad passing away.
Although she had her sons around frequently, Robert every day, she began displaying extreme paranoia, like we had never seen before. She would get the house ready for her to go to bed at night, 5 pm, by nailing all the doors shut, duct taping them and putting a door jack under the knobs. She started hording anything and everything in her bedroom, not bathing, calling the police 30 times a month saying that I was crawling through her cooler vents and stealing her pictures and bird seed. There was so much more, but won't go into it. Robert had to replace all the doors in the house 4 times and replaster the walls around the doors as she had them down to the chicken wire under the now gone plaster.
We finally decided it was time to make a serious decision on her well being so we moved her in with us as the other sons were not willing to take part in her care. Let me tell you, it has been a rollercoaster of emotions ever since. When we first was with her, I cried everyday, she was so horrible and miserable to be around and my life previous to her was always peaceful. So we contacted Adult Proctective Services and they helped us arrange to have her sent to Generations for evaluation. On her 3rd day there, they called and said we could pick her up as they found nothing wrong with her, we refused and asked they keep her a bit longer. By the 4th day she lost it and pretty much went banana's on them, so they kept her for a week and sent her home on a regimen of medications that would put anyone in a coma.
Things were't going as smoothly as I had hoped with the medication, which was mostly behavior meds, but I couldn't figure out why they weren't working. Rob watched her one day after I had given her the meds and after I walked away, she spit them out in her hand and slipped them down the side of the recliner. Later after she was laying down, Rob looked under the recliner and there they were, $1,200 worth of behavior meds in the chair and under it. We gathered them up, brushed them off and put them back in the med bottles. After that I crushed them and gave them to her in strawberry jam. So problem mostly solved with the bad behaviors and things were getting easier in caring for her.
Over time we have had to have several skin cancers removed, mostly from her face and arms. By the end of the day, she will have all the sticthes torn completely out. She had fallen a couple years ago and rebroke her left wrist, doctor gave her a soft splint and I spent all day everyday for a week putting it back on her. So then doctor puts a hard cast on her, the next morning it was on her bedroom floor. So I have come to the conclusion that the alzheimers mind obviously has no sense of pain like we have nor any sense of causing themselves injury.
The night she fell, I was getting her ready for bed and had my back to her, helping her step into her pull-up diaper, she fell backwards and I was not able to catch her. I called Rob and we lifted her into bed. The next morning she was in serious pain when I tried to get her up. So we called the EMT's. They spent an hour getting her prepped for the hospital and then took her with Rob in the car right behind them. X-rays confirmed her left hip was broken, so she was admitted to the hospital on a tuesday, had surgery on wednesday, 3 screws were placed into the hip. Then she was in ICU for a couple more days and then moved out of ICU to the regular part of the hospital. By monday Dr said she was ready to go to the nursing home for recovery and rehab.
Okay, now I am not saying anything bad about nursing homes but having worked many years in them and seeing what direction most elderly alzheimers patients take, we really didn't want her to go there. We talked with Dr and explained our feelings and told him of my background as a CNA and Restorative Therapist. Dr was actually pleased to find that we were willing and able to care for her at home, so after just under a week in the hospital we brought her home.
During her time in the hospital, they took her off all her prescribed meds she had taken for the past 7 years and at this point I have not put her back on them as she has shown no need for them at this time. Previously I would have been panicking if she didn't have the ones to control her behaviors.
The hardest part was getting her in and out of the car as she was in the painful stage of her healing, but we managed. We borrowed a wheelchair from a friend otherwise we would have had to carry her into the house. Our first few weeks after returning home was looking pretty bleak on her recovering to where she was prior to the trauma of the break. We had a low bed for her and my back was in serious pain everyday from changing, cleaning her and getting her up and down from such a low position. We were under the supervision of Home Health care at first with a nurse and therapist coming on a regular basis. The nurse was seeing a lack of improvement in her cognitive and physical skills. Same as for the therapist, she was not seeing mom improving either as she was barely using her left arm and leg, falling over backwards or to the left when sitting on the side of the bed. In the meantime Rob researched the internet and found a site that offered information on how to improve someone in this mental condition, so he took notes and went out and bought the supplements that was required for a daily regimen.
This is the list of what we are giving her:
Korean Ginseng 100mg 1 daily,
Acetyl L-Carnitine 250mg 1 daily
Co Q-10 100mg 1 daily
Alpha Lipoic Acid 200mg 1 daily
Natural Ed-alpha 1000 I.U. 1 daily
Super B-Complex 1 daily
Milk Thistle 1000mg 1 daily
D3 2000 I.U. 1 daily
DHEA 25mg 1 daily
Oyster Shell Calcium + D 1 daily
Ginko Biloba 120mg 2 capsules 2 times daily
Hi-Lignan Nutri Flax 1 scoop daily
I crush the crushables and add them to her cereal in the mornings, the non crushables I make sure she swallows them. Since having her on this regimen coupled together with daily range of motion exercises and interaction with us throughout the day she has improved greatly, in some instances even better than she was previously to the traumatic injury.
We currently have her on hospice but at the rate she is improving I suspect she will be taken off. They have provided us with a new wheelchair, all the supplies we may need, a bath transfer bench and an electric hospital bed, which has made caring for her so much easier. Anyways, She is verbalizing better than before and actually will watch a movie with us whereas before she would pretty much stare at the floor. She is using both right and left side limbs equally, but is still somewhat weak on the left. At this point I am not eager to have her trying to walk on her own as she is still not strong enough to keep her balance or maybe even hold herself up without help. But am excited to see the improvements she displays daily and her determination to do some of what she instinctively remembers doing for a long time.
Yes it has been a rollercoaster of emotions, where at times I just wanted to walk away, but am glad to have stuck it out. She has become the child I never had and I would fight tooth and nail for her. When the day comes that she will no longer be with us, which at this time she is 90 years old, I will be lost without her in my life and will have a huge empty void that will be very hard to fill.
To my mother in law, I love you and have and always will be honored that I was the daughter in law that cared for you, I have been blessed in so many ways and thank you dearly for the opportunity you have given me.
Evelyn
I am posting this for anyone who may be going through the same thing and would like to share their experience or exchange ideas. You may also feel free to pm me anytime to chat.