We all fall down.
My neighbor is nearing the end of his life. His brain is still in Fight or Flight mode, but his
Body is betraying him more and more each hour, each day.
Now instead of clear, sharp and concise words, he moans and mumbles silently.
He is sure we can hear him and his pleas to get out of bed.
I made so many promises to him this week, to help him get more freedom, to get out of bed, to go
For a spin in his wheelchair. Anything to placate him and give him a brief pause from his “imprisonment”.
Our last conversation didn’t go well, he wanted to sue someone, anyone for malpractice, for keeping him restrained in bed. (He can barely lift
His hands or grasp a napkin).
As I tried my best to take his dictation and type the email (that I wouldn’t send) he would drift off. Then when I get him semi-awake, he got mad at me and denied
He did indeed drift off.
I think as a retired airline pilot, he can’t handle any sense of losing control, of relying on others.
…of being helpless.
My own parents seemed to be the opposite in their final years. Knowing they couldn’t be who they were, five, ten years ago. They silently accepted their
New normal. To be placed in the 24/7 care of a professional institution. I tired to ease my Father’s transition. I moved him closer in a small trailer. I should have moved him in with us.
But we were both working, and had a young child to take care of. I couldn’t expect my wife to drop everything to care for my father.
He seemed happy at the new place, he had a private room , away from the main house. So he still had his space, and could take walks whenever he wanted to.
My mother couldn’t walk anymore, so she got a bed next to the window.
Dad made it for two more years, my mother, maybe another 3-4 years if memory serves me correctly. They all blur together and fade each year.
My in-laws have ignored the signs and the advice of their own children and now it’s too late to find a better alternative. Drastic measures need to happen. Purging so many items, and the large house they should have never, ever built.
Denial is a cruel drug.
I just hope I have some semblance of reality when my time comes. I must accept my new norm as it changes each decade. I just hope I live into my 80’s as my parents did. To see new inventions and wonders.
To see my grandchildren flourish.
I fear growing old, but I know it has to happen, how I face it, how I accept it will determine how I live my life moving forward.