Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Sandwich Generation - Adult Children Caring For Their Aging Parents
Monday, October 27, 2008
"I WAS JUST ADJUSTING THE HEAT"
On the Sunday after the holiday, she announced that she was ready to return to her apartment. I had concerns because she still seemed weak and would fall asleep at the table while I was talking to her. She assured me that she was fine and that she was ready to drive home – a ten-minute drive. She had insisted that we keep her car at our house for safekeeping. My husband offered to drive her, and I would follow in our car. My mother is a very independent person and would not have it. She did agree to let me follow her in my car.
My husband warmed up her car, and she climbed behind the wheel. As I followed her down the street, I kept seeing her head and trunk go forward and she crossed the centerline five times. The same panic that struck me the morning of her heart attack was back full force. I attempted to motion for her to pull over into a parking lot. I struggled to get my cell phone out of my purse to call my husband – I still don’t know what I expected him to do. I was angry with myself for letting her control this situation against my gut feelings. After all, I am a driving rehabilitation specialist and should have known better.
It seemed like hours (actually only ten minutes) before she pulled into her apartment parking lot with me right behind her. As she opened her car door, I was already beside her car assessing the situation. She greeted me with a smile, and I greeted her with a “what in the heck were you doing?”
She laughed at me and stated “I was adjusting my heat – I just could not seem to get it set right.” I explained to her that it is not okay to cross the centerline, and she responded that she would not have crossed the line if someone were coming.
I learned a couple of important lessons last November. Keep addresses, phone numbers, keys, etc. accessible because you can’t think when you are in a panic. When it comes to my mother, I am going to go with my gut. It was a horrible feeling to think that I might have made a decision that resulted in her hurting herself or others.
Submitted by Laura Noblitt, OTR, Driver Rehabilitation Specialist
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Retirees Dilemma
I suggested she we looked at her situation to see if a Reverse Mortgage is a good solutions for her. Based on the estimate of her home value and her age, she would be eligible to receive $500 per month on a Reverse Mortgage. In addition, it could pay off the equity loan and save her $122 per month. The new total income of $622 would make a huge difference for her. Mrs. Mason's situation is more common than people think. Many of them are living only on social security. Reverse Mortgages can definitely help them. The senior never makes a payment and the income they receive is tax free. One of Mrs. Mason's concerns is that she would have to give up her title, but that is NOT required on a Reverse Mortgage. She will retain her title to the property until she no longer lives in the home.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Fun with Alzheimer's
By the time I realized Mom’s recipes, lovingly prepared for us for decades, should be written down because her memory was slowly fading…it was too late. For years, at Christmas, my Mom had made each family member’s favorite cookies or candy just for them. A few of the recipes I had called and asked for over the years. But, the sorghum cookie recipe was not one of those.
My niece, Becky, adored Grandma’s sorghum cookies. They were the taste highlight of her holiday. But the recipe was memorized by Mom many years before and either never written down or lost if it was. Becky lamented, “I can’t believe I’ll never taste those cookies again” as tears rolled down her cheeks. She grieved the cookies and her dimming Grandmother, I think.
I then made it my purpose to recreate them. At work, I asked everyone to search their cookbooks for molasses or sorghum cookie recipes. I got dozens. I read each recipe and finally chose the two that I thought showed the most promise, based on my own recollection of what went into them. It had to have ginger as an ingredient…and only a little cinnamon.
Two weeks before Christmas, I baked them. I rolled them into BIG walnut-sized balls because one of the things about the cookies was that they were as big as your head! I baked them. I cooled them. I tasted them. “Close but no cigar,” I thought. When Becky arrived, I told her the story of my quest. She tasted them, smiled and thanked me for being so thoughtful. The look on her face told me they were not the same.
The next year, I altered a few things. I rolled them EVEN BIGGER to try to replicate the soft center and outer chewiness. I serve them to Becky again. “These are good,” she said. “But not Grandma’s, right?” I asked. “No,” she said, “not Grandma’s.”
My mom died in January, 2000. She was a saint and had gone to officially be one with God, whom she had walked with every day of her life.
I remember it must have been late July or early August. It was hot and it was early in the morning when the sun is just starting to turn everything gray before dawn. I was asleep…dozing actually. Suddenly, there was a very loud crash, as though something had fallen off the wall. I sat bolt upright in bed, and in a clear and loud voice, my Mother said to me, “It’s margarine, Honey, not butter!”
I sat there stunned. I got up and walked the entire house, looking for what had fallen. Nothing was out of place. When I crawled, puzzled, back into bed, Michael aroused. “Are you okay?” he asked. I said, “Yes, but did you just hear my Mom say, ‘It’s margarine, honey, not butter?’” He fully opened his eyes and shook his head. “You must have been dreaming,” he said. “I guess I was,” I replied, knowing full well that wasn’t the case.
“What does that mean?” I thought. “Margarine…not butter.” You see, it was late July or early August and I wasn’t thinking about Christmas cookies.
In December, I dutifully got out all the recipes that I fix for my family every year. I pulled out the sorghum cookie recipe and sighed. Should I try again this year, for Becky? As I gazed at the recipe, my eyes fell on the first ingredient: butter. My mother NEVER baked with butter! She ALWAYS baked with Parkay margarine! I understood!
I went to the store. I bought Parkay margarine. I let it soften on the counter until it was limp. I put the Parkay into the KitchenAid mixer along with the sorghum. Unlike butter, the margarine and sorghum didn’t combine. They formed into little brown beads. I added the dry ingredients. I rolled them out into balls as big as your head. I baked them, cooled them and picked one up.
I knew.
When Becky arrived, I offered her a cookie. She smiled at me and dutifully took a bite. Her eyes filled with tears and she stuffed the whole thing into her mouth, chewing with her eyes closed as tears ran down.
“Oh,” she finally said. “I never thought I’d taste that again…they’re Grandma’s cookies!”
Take comfort: she never leaves you and she is there…in the gray colors of the morning, if you take time to listen.
Thanks, Mom!
Kim Woodward is owner of Senior Helpers of Avon, an in-home care and companionship company. Contact her at kwoodward@seniorhelpers.com or (317) 718-1806.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Reverse Mortgages Help Seniors Live Without Worry
It's also easy to qualify for a Reverse Mortgage. You need to be at least 62 years old, occupy the property as your primary residence, and have sufficient equity. Eligible properties include single family homes, manufactured homes (meeting FHA guidelines) and qualified condominiums and townhouses. One of the features of a Reverse Mortgage is counseling provided by a HUD approved agency.
Brenda Wheeler, Reverse Mortgage Specialist M&I Bank
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Fun with Alzheimer's
So, I've shared with you that my mom had Alzheimer's and that she was a former school teacher. One day, at the nursing home where she and my dad lived, she had an idea.
Outside their window was a school. She noticed it and decided she needed a job there.
The nursing home had her cuffed with a sensing device that sounded an alarm if she went out through any door. She quickly figured out that, to silence it, you could wrap your hand around it and it wouldn't go off.
I had talked to the staff about mom's condition. I said, "About the only thing I can't stand the thought of is her wandering out in the cold and freezing to death." They assured me that they would do their utmost to prevent that.
One November afternoon, I got a call at work. The nurse that took care of mom and dad's wing told me that she had wandered away and they were looking for her. I said I'd leave right away and come to search for her, but the trip from my downtown office to the nursing home would take 30 minutes or more. Shaking, I left work, got in my car and started driving. About 10 minutes into the trip, I got another call that she had been found, safe and sound.
When I arrived, I found out the following:
Mom had silenced her cuff and headed out the back door toward the school. In a wheelchair, she had scooted across the parking lot, across a baseball diamond, across the school driveway and to the front door. She went inside, found the office and announced, "Hi! I'm Edith Linn and I've been a teacher for many years. I'm not working right now and I need a job...here...several days a week." The school secretary smiled and said, "Well, I think we can use you. Let me just make a call." She called the adjacent nursing home and said, "I think we have one of your folks over here."
When I arrived, the nursing staff directed me to the school. I went inside to find the director of the nursing home, my mom, the secretary and the school principal waiting for me. Mom was entertaining everyone with stories of her 44 year teaching career. They were all laughing and enjoying her stories. I said to her, "Mom, we need to get back home. School's over for today. Let's go."
The secretary asked, "She's such a sweetie! Could I go over and get her a couple of days a week and have her sit with me? It seems that she really misses being in school."
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You don't have to do that."
"I know," she replied. "But I think she would really enjoy it. We could have her staple things or stuff envelopes for us."
"Okay," I said. "I think she'd enjoy it, too."
So, she got the job! From that point forward, she would get up every day, get dressed, put on her makeup, fix her hair, and get ready for work. It gave her a purpose.
God bless the people who understand that, like children, it takes a whole village!
Kim is the owner of Senior Helpers of Avon, an in-home care and companionship company specializing in matching quality caregivers with clients. Go to www.seniorhelpers.com or email her at kwoodward@seniorhelpers.com for more information.
Monday, October 13, 2008
HOME SAFE HOME
As an occupational therapist and mobility specialist, I am often asked by my fellow boomers – How do I keep mom and/or dad safe in their home? According to a research study performed by the Home Safety Council on preventable injuries in the home, they found that preventable injuries:
- Result in nearly 20,000 deaths annually
- Cause nearly 21 million medical visits
- Cost our nation $380 billion dollars
The #1 risk for an independent living senior is a fall, which can ultimately lead to placement in a long-term care facility. While aging in place is the primary goal of most seniors, it just makes sense to take steps to enhance the safety and accessibility of one’s home.
There are a number of checklists for home safely available today. These may be helpful in making the environment safer. Unfortunately, they are not very helpful when it comes to identifying unsafe practices and the need for adaptive equipment and training for that equipment.
An occupational therapist has received specialized training in home and client assessment. A home safety assessment can benefit a senior by:
- Identifying in-home hazards
- Identifying unsafe practices
- Helping to determine the proper amount of assistance needed in the home
- Providing recommendations for equipment and referrals for supportive services
- Providing caregivers and clients with training on safe transfers, etc.
These assessments are relatively economical and may prolong safety, independence and happiness.
Submitted by Laura Noblitt, OTR, DRS Senior Driving & Mobility Services, LLC
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The HELOC Blues
The answer to the HELOC Blues is the Reverse Mortgage ! One of the ways to take out funds from a Reverse Mortgage is to take the money in the form of a credit line. Unlike a HELOC, the senior does not need a certain credit score or certain income to qualify. The senior only accumulates interest on the amount that they draw to use (remember there is never a payment on the Reverse Mortgage). The money that the senior is not using actually grows at an annual rate of approximately 4% (rates change without notice). This growth is TAX FREE !
According to AARP, this is the most popular way to take Reverse Mortgage funds. This gives the senior more control over when and how much of their equity they want to spend. The senior keeps the title to their house and the senior will keep any equity left after the loan is paid off. The loan is not due until the senior permanently vacates the property.
Talk to a Reverse Mortgage Specialist. This may be your new song to sing and it won't be the blues !
Brenda Wheeler, Reverse Mortgage Specialist, M & I Bank
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Fun with Alzheimer's
My sister and I are a lot alike (except that she is MUCH older than I am). We look alike. We sound alike. We like the same sports. We like the same foods. Even my dog, who hates everyone except me, likes her. One area, though, where we were very different was how to cope with our mother’s memory loss.
She spent much time correcting when Mom said or did something outlandish or incorrect. “No, Mom,” she’d say. “You know you live here at the nursing home with Dad and can’t go home.” “No, Mom,” she’d say. “You remember that we talked about your bank account yesterday.” “Mom, that’s not a knife…it’s a fork.” It frustrated both of them.
I coped with Mom’s dementia by simply meeting her where she was. I’d walk in and say, “Hi Mom! Where are we today?” “Oh,” she’d say, her eyes lighting up, “we have to watch the turkeys that are in the front forty and make sure they don’t fly over the fence.” “Great!” I’d reply, “I love to watch those turkeys!”
It is terribly tempting to correct, remind, extol, exhort, appeal, correct, and even pander to your loved one with memory loss. You hope for a break through, a return to lucidity, and to have your fully functioning parent back for a few minutes or hours. But, I found that it only served to ruin the time you spent together. I believe I had 3 years longer with Mom than my sister did because I actually enjoyed her company, her stories, her fantasies, her hallucinations and her disorientation and my sister, well, she grieved it.
I’d encourage you to try letting go and allowing them to keep their dignity. Let them be where they are, doing whatever they’re doing, and join in. You might actually learn some facts from the past and you both will be able to simply enjoy each others' company.
Kim Woodward is owner of Senior Helpers, an in-home care and companionship service that provides elderly clients with the ability to live independently in their own homes and much needed respite for primary caregivers.
Monday, October 6, 2008
LET'S JUST STOP AND GET SOME MILK
This gentleman did quite poorly on the in-clinic evaluation and even worse on the behind the wheel. During the drive, he turned into oncoming traffic at an intersection, stopped at a green light with heavy traffic behind him and accelerated through a red light when the cars next to him started to move (they had a green turn arrow). Finally, on the way back to the office, I had to apply the brake when he made no attempt to slow from 40 mph with traffic stopped at a light right in front of us.
I gave him and his family the retirement news. I met with him the next day to set him up with transportation options to be able to go to the grocery, his church and to his numerous upcoming doctor appointments. He was most concerned about an important cancer check appointment that he had the next day. His family was out of town and unable to take him. Having no appointments scheduled the next morning; I volunteered to take him to this appointment. On the way back to his apartment, he asked me to stop at a grocery so that he could get some milk. I waited in the parking lot as he reminded me that he was “not totally helpless”. A few minutes later, he emerged from the grocery and placed his milk in the back seat. At this point, he informed me that he had one more stop to make – the bank. He directed me to where he thought that his bank was located. Unfortunately, the bank was not at this location. He looked at me and stated, “Oh well, lets forget the bank and go get some milk.”
It occurred to me that the time that I had spent with him that morning taking him to his appointment and on his errands was as telling as the time that I had spent with him behind the wheel. If families are seeing these types of memory problems, they may well be affecting their loved one’s ability to drive. Submitted by Laura Noblitt, OTR, DRS
Sunday, October 5, 2008
We have abandoned them
Chapter 13, The Miller Story
Brenda Wheeler, M & I Bank Reverse Mortgage Specialist