Well... I was considering having children until I started caring for my father because I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I was a "late baby" (my brother who committed suicide was even younger... 10 years), so my father was 47 when I was born. I'm absolutely TERRIFIED to reproduce at the age of 38 now for the fear that I will get sick and have kids that resent caring for me.
Then I think I wouldn't be a good mother because I get so frustrated with my father when he doesn't sleep (babies keep you up at night as well), or I snap at him for ...whatever.
Finally, I think about putting a contingency plan together for aging. The short time I had Dad at the Independent Living (IL) facility, I would listen to the elderly parents that put THEMSELVES in the facility so their children could enjoy their freedom--so they wouldn't be a burden to their children. I admit I was a bit jealous. Why can't my Dad do that?
Then I have "angry compassion_ so to speak. Isn't it interesting that if an animal gets to the point where they can't function, they're put down, yet humans can literally suffer for YEARS (patient and caregiver) existing as a fraction of the person they once were.
I get it... it must be horrible to exist without being unable to hear well, see well, move around, remember anything, and be in pain most of the time, but should the caregivers suffer?
NOTE: I'm not advocating euthanizing humans... just making an observation.
...and to top it off, I want to SCREAM the truth at by standers that "commend" me for taking care of Dad. There's nothing commendable about it. I detest it most of the time and feel guilty for feeling that way every day.
....random venting I guess
A good friend of mine, both she [45+] and I [65+] have no children, so our outlook is a tad bit different. We both agreed we don't want to keep on living when we can no longer be contributing to society, like doing volunteer work. Plus it's not like she and I are waiting to see a child get married, have their first child, or that grandchild graduate from college, all those milestones.
I, too, wish my parents would move to a more elder friendly environment as being in a 3 story home with all those stairs at their age doesn't make much sense... but they refuse to move. Every time the telephone rings, I go into a panic thinking it might be bad news... and forget about sleeping through the night when one's mind is racing.
The other day a nurse said to my sig other how blessed he is to have elders [my parents who are now mid-90's] at that age.... he looked at her and said "I wouldn't want to live that way at any age, that's no life".
I too jump when the phone rings at odd hours thinking oh Lord this must be it, and that's not fun to contend with, not to mention our nerves. It's just so much you don't know or expect that comes with the responsibility. The fact is people are living longer and there needs to be more attention and action with elder care in general.
The other thing it has changed, or maybe better emphasized, is the importance of taking care of all aspects of my health as best I can. My parents live next door to a widow who is 91, still does financial consulting, drives, takes care of her blind daughter who is 59 and takes food to my parents asking if they need help (they are 86 and 84). She has all her marbles too and easily looks no older than maybe mid 70s. She has always taken good care of herself and in her case the investment paid off as far as I'm concerned. I don't want to just stop living because I turn a certain age, but I want to live well and die well Lord willing. I sometimes think Lord the merciful thing is maybe take them home before it gets to a point where they are just existing. I don't want to be kept alive just for the sake of it that's for sure, but will do all I can short of that to live the best life I can.
To end on a lighter note, it has changed my view of my own age. When I was 49 I mourned turning 50. I thought another decade.....though I didn't feel it at all and still don't. I hope I still have a lot of good life left in me and makes me appreciate better the good health I have now and hope to keep.
Modern science is keeping my parents alive.... without blood pressure pills and whatever else they are taking for their hearts, probably both of my parents would have passed on many years ago.
Then I look at Mom today, modern science has no cure for macular degeneration of her eyes and how she loved to read and watch football.... modern science cannot bring back hearing to the elderly who's ears have aged to a point no hearing aid would work. We see ads for calcium, and my Mom was big time taking calcium... now she walks so hunched over I am surprised she can breath.
See all that makes me not want to take meds.... and before I can't think for myself, I might want to sign some legal document saying do not give me any prescription medicine except for pain. Forget the blood pressure pills, and any of the dozens of pills I see my parents take. For me, in my opinion, it's just not worth it.
And I agree on modern medicine. It has good and bad points sometimes. It's great meds can help curb illnesses and in some cases make you well depending on the situation. But I also agree about not wanting to take what seems like a billion pills everyday. My mom takes no less than 12 meds everyday and she does it pretty well still. I arrange them for her every week. It's a pain in the butt and I hope if I live that long I'm not pill popping left and right. In her case, the main nemesis and reason for having to take so much lies at the door of diabetes without question. My dad only has to take one BP med a day and that's like asking him to take the 12 she does. He can't hear and won't get an hearing aid or try at all. It makes me so mad sometimes. It feels like a crapshoot sometimes. I definitely hear what you're saying.
I was talking to a friend who's about my age and our Moms are both mid 80s. She was talking about how her Mom still plays 9 holes of golf once a week. HUH! My Mom might get out of bed once a week! Oh, to be so lucky...
And lord yes, the meds......don't get me started. At 60 I'm relatively healthy, no meds, can toilet myself etc, but I sometimes catch myself seriously wondering if I'm going to outlive these guys! How long will this go on?
We talk about life support, getting unplugged and whatnot, but as Freq Flyer said they're on life support now with all the medical procedures and wonder drugs. My Mom has not done anything healthy in 60 years, she's now 84, on buckets full of pills and will probably live to 103. I hoping to make 65.
If any of you guys are still around years from now and see a post from me that Mom is 105 and I need advice on controlling her insulin.............please hunt me down (Your great grandson could trace me on line probably) and arrange to have me humanely put down.
Hey. Great thread for whining eh?
If I can't be able bodied and cognizant of whats going on around me when I'm old I'd rather not get there. I take pretty good care of myself but my hubby does not. I fear one day I'm going to be wheeling him around in his wheelchair and wiping his bum. Not exactly what I had in mind for my golden years.
And that assumes staying at home. Assisted living costs more than my Mom's whole income. Most of what I do for her is basically cost containment - she can't afford to hire someone to drive her around, fix things around her house, clean up after her, etc. etc. so this has to be done by family members, for free. Which would be okay once in a while or even non-stop for a short duration but it's an ongoing obligation that ties me to her and to her location, which is not at all what I would have chosen for my golden years.
I actually retired at 56 then went back to work (at the same job) after I saw what was going on with my Mom. I realized I would need more income to retire than I'd previously thought. I kept working until 60.5, when my job fizzled out in the recession. I'd like to still be working, to be honest (I'm 62 now). I'd take my old job back in a heartbeat if business picked up enough to allow that. My retirement income is significantly more than my mother's but I would like it to be more, to be able to save money now for my needs when I'm 80 or 85. I don't have kids and I probably will need assisted living. I don't mind that - I just want to be able to afford a decent place. My spending has become much more careful; I'm always looking for ways to trim more of the fat out of my budget. I wish my mother had worked longer and built up her retirement (she retired at 58) but she doesn't think like that. She just thinks she's happy she has kids to help her out.
I sound a bit like Supertramp's "Logical Song." We ought to rewrite the words for caregivers. There is one good thing if I were to get sick and die in my 70s. At least I won't run out of money. I have a feeling our SS won't grow as fast as the cost of living.
Gee, now I've totally depressed myself. I wonder if we'll see a mass Boomer exodus to Oregon in the next few decades. I wouldn't want to live like my parents have lived for the last 15 years.
Example, if I lose my hearing but still had my eyesight, then I could deal with that. Or if my knees aren't user friendly and I had to use a rollator walker, ok, that's durable. As long as my mind is somewhat mid-range. But when it becomes a huge combination of so many different things, forgetaboutit.
Like others, I have made a conscious decision to take better care of MYSLEF with hopes that I can still be one of those spiffy 80 somethings...
I also have mixed feelings about the wonder drugs that are "helping" our Baby Boomers. My father takes 14 pills a day, and I honestly believe that these miracle drugs, though they are keeping him around, may be affecting his QUALITY of life.
Yes, every life is valuable, but I am watching my father's savings diminish rapidly because its EXPENSIVE to care for him (part time care - 24/7 is about 3 grand a month!!). I can tell that he feels bad most of the time (as I watch him grab his inhaler after taking 10 steps).
It's just really hard to watch how we now almost force humans to stay alive and drug them to keep them around...often at a massive expense... for the sake of "ethics".
I honestly wish I could somehow draw up a document NOW while I'm able bodied and of sound mind to determine my OWN future rather than have it dictated to me by medicine. QUALITY of life is much more important to me than existing.
To sum it up: Getting old sucks and I better have my ducks in a row in preparation for it!!
My mother planned well with her long term care insurance and wisely placed the premiums on auto pay from her personal account. However, she never told me about it. Plus, she never used the riders that she had paid extra premiums on when she needed help at home and still didn't tell me about the plan. I just happened to find it when looking for tax related documents which mom had lied ot me about being filed which they had not for years. Also, mom never told me where he will was. That was another frustrating search. My step-dad did not know about her long term care insurance or where her will was. So, the lessons learned there are,1. if you have long term care insurance tell your spouse and children where it is and when it is time to use it, use it; 2. if you can't handle your taxes anymore tell someone other than your sister (she knew years before I did but did not feel it was her place to tell me) [this is the same aunt who said she thought mom would like a video made for her like my aunt's sons did for her in dubbing her face on Playboy magazines with her name on them as well as playboy bunnies from decades ago when they wore skimpy bikiinis along with the song "she's a brick house playing in the backgroud].3. talk with your children about you desires concerning your final years and your funeral which mom did not do.
Contrast that with my dad, who put all his stuff in order, told me and his step-daughter all we needed to know; was very aware that he needed to tell us things before his mind went; he told me how content he felt about his life as a whole; he still wondered if I ever found out why my mother left him; had everything going to me from the house listed both in the will and on a sheet that he gave me some of which he organized in his upstairs office and so forth. Dad was aware when it was time for someone else to do his taxes and for him to not drive anymore. Now that's the way to do it.
My step-mother who died last year, did not want to discuss the will nor death or anything else about herself. She was very negative. She was her verbally abusive self to dad and to me right up to the very end. Her daughter apologized to me for how her mother treated me over the years. I don't think my step-mom was happy with how her life had turned out overall.
My uncle Bob who just recently passed away had raised 9 children with his wife, dad's sister, who died the year before. He was like my Uncle Kenny who raised 13 children with dad's other sister. They each has their child come into their room one by one for a talk about things they wanted to tell each one. I thought that was very special and have never heard of a parent do that.
So, while I don't think my view of the elderly has changed, I have seen both good and poor examples of how to age and get ready for death. I about think that how we age has a lot to do with how we lived before we became elderly. I have encourage my boys to try to live well, learn from their mistakes, respond to adversity well and they will likely reach old age like my dad with a sense of contentment with a few questions left over. In fact, that's what I've been telling all the younger folks that I come in contact with. It appears to me that does make a difference.
My husband died at 63 after a horrible fight with cancer. It was awful for me and the kids to watch this wonderful man suffer so much pain. But he died with dignity and at the top of his game. I have wonderful memories of our life together and of his valiant struggle with cancer.
By contrast, his 90 yr old mother (dementia) has been living in a bed in my living room for 3 years. She is angry, miserable, bitter, etc. and that's how I will remember her.
There are worse things than dying young.
I agree with nojoy. If I can no longer live on my own, I want to go to a care facility - pain meds only.
Life is a precious gift but it seems as though modern medicine has tangled with the life cycle and is keeping old people hanging............ too long.
My pastor told me once, you know I took my grand dad out to breakfast not too long after his wife died and he was so happy, had a good outlook on life and carried himself well for a 79 year old. His grand dad told him on the way back, son, that was the best breakfast today, then had a massive heart attack and died in the car while he was driving. He said he used to think what a terrible way to go, but now since his mom has advanced dementia and several of her relatives, he said his mind has totally changed and sees it for the blessing it was at the time.
I also help care for my parents who are in their 70's. They have average health, but for seniors, that still requires regular doctor visits and daily meds. When you are with people of their age, there are so many funerals. It's depressing. There are so many people to visit in the nursing homes and hospitals. I don't know of any way to escape it. Until I moved in to help with them, I was not exposed to this much talk of funerals, rest homes, illness, disability. It can be depressing. I'm too young for this. I thank God for her every day and pray that mine stay healthy. Its' the mental health that worries me the most.
I see generations of people who live so much in the moment and spend money and don't save anything so that once they are elderly can't afford to live somewhere that is safe and that can take care of their needs. I guess no one thinks they will get old. But we all know living a long life is often commonplace. We've become so health conscious that we live as my dad says, "too long".
I do not have children and I have a long term care policy. Hopefully it will still be valid if I ever need it. If not, I have planned so I have enough money to take care of my needs.
I am very thankful my dad who only had a high school education and a blue collar job, saved like crazy and can afford to live in IL. I don't know what we'd do if he couldn't.
I also think people should be allowed to end their lives if they choose. Of course you can in, I believe, Oregon.
A wish is not a plan, it turns out. Unless people take some serious action and make some plans and get some ideas straight in their mind as to how they'll avoid burdening their kids, that's how it turns out. People don't think about assisted living or home help, so they don't know what it costs, and they don't feel any need to save, or postpone retirement until they can really afford it all.
When the walker hits the wheelchair, the kids are called in, and all of society seems to endorse this. Everyone says "Your kids should be helping you. You shouldn't have to live on your own. Move in with one of your kids' families ." And you look like carp if you raise any objections to a life of soul-sucking sacrifice and unending labor. I think society has to change before elderly will change. I think it has to become as shameful to live irresponsibly and then put a burden on your kids as it is now to refuse to help your elderly parents.
We often don't have any choices when it comes to how or when we die, but we need to make our end-of-life wishes known to that if there is a turning point, our lives go in the direction that we would have wished.
Take care, my friends,
You are an amazing group of people.
Carol
It's also scary because I see how thin the line is, with the medical community, about whether an elderly person is capable of making decisions. Doctor saw my dad when he was 'out of it 'due to extreme pain, and decided that he was 'senile' since he could not answers all ten questions. Another doctor saw him later and said that - based upon the first doctor's notes - he did not expect him to be so engaged and alert for his age. If you had no one to be there for you to advocate, you could end up in a bad place. This is very scary and I hope that I don't live long enough to have to worry about it.
But Lordy! So many people blow it all on dumba** stuff, living large and, OOPS! We're old! Holy S...T! We have no where to go....You've gotta take your poor old Dad/Mom in........
Then the really sad situations are where the kids are a chip of the old block and they have no resources to help unless they sell the boat, jet skis, the Harley's, motor home, time share codo, gun collection, take out a third mortgage on the vacation cottage. Oh....I forgot the $600 per month cable, DSL, cell phone, Netflix, bills.
We all know folks like this. I have friends of my generation who I know damn good and well will end up in a Wallmart parking lot living in what's left of their 150K RV. And they still will owe 10 years payments.
There are certainly people who have simply been crushed by our economy through no fault of their own nd the safety net has gotten thinner, but it's hard to have sympathy for the campaign and diamonds crowd.