Hello Everyone,
Alzheimer's Disease is cruel, vicious and relentless! Alzheimer's took my mother prisoner three years ago and accelerated its destructive march a year ago, leaving my mom speechless, immobile and bedridden, promoting me to take time off from work and put my life on hold so I can care for her. She had to go on tube feeding 9 months ago, freaking my dad out, leaving me as the sole caregiver 24/7. I would have to make US$500,000 annually just to pay for around the clock skilled caregivers (she would need two person team to clean and change her diaper).
Starting last week, my mom's mental decline accelerated rapidly to the point where she can't recognize me or even engage with me. I'm afraid she will lose all of her cognition or "mind" in less than two or three weeks, after which she'll become a "vegetable". I don't think she will live to see her 80th birthday early next year.
My mom had a tortuous life raising several children on her own and helping to care for several grandchildren very selflessly, often to her own detriment. Sadly, everyone has found excuses to not help my mom, except me and one sibling.
My mom's HMO keeps pushing me to put her in a hospice program every time she gets hospitalized with a bladder infection (she's been getting bladder infections almost every two weeks, despite my tremendous efforts to clean her and keep her clean and dry). One of her doctors finally confirmed for me that hospice is where 95% of the patients end up dying; the hospice "team" basically give the patients fatal doses of medication like morphine.
I'm conflicted and burnt out. Intellectually, I think I'm being very selfish by giving the order to terminate my mom's life, which many of her doctors said she would died a more horrify death "naturally" in less than 6 months.
I don't want to kill the woman who gave birth to me and helped raise me to be a successful professional. In my profession, they'd call me a murderer!
I'm so torn and conflicted. My mom designed me as her power of attorney in her Trust and Advanced Health Directive. My old joy these days is to get on Merb and dream about my upcoming return to Montréal.
I'd appreciate any insights anyone is will to impart upon me. I write this while I'm staying with my mom in her hospital room; I always stay with her when she's hospitalized because she as they say is "non verbal".
Alzheimer's Disease is cruel, vicious and relentless! Alzheimer's took my mother prisoner three years ago and accelerated its destructive march a year ago, leaving my mom speechless, immobile and bedridden, promoting me to take time off from work and put my life on hold so I can care for her. She had to go on tube feeding 9 months ago, freaking my dad out, leaving me as the sole caregiver 24/7. I would have to make US$500,000 annually just to pay for around the clock skilled caregivers (she would need two person team to clean and change her diaper).
Starting last week, my mom's mental decline accelerated rapidly to the point where she can't recognize me or even engage with me. I'm afraid she will lose all of her cognition or "mind" in less than two or three weeks, after which she'll become a "vegetable". I don't think she will live to see her 80th birthday early next year.
My mom had a tortuous life raising several children on her own and helping to care for several grandchildren very selflessly, often to her own detriment. Sadly, everyone has found excuses to not help my mom, except me and one sibling.
My mom's HMO keeps pushing me to put her in a hospice program every time she gets hospitalized with a bladder infection (she's been getting bladder infections almost every two weeks, despite my tremendous efforts to clean her and keep her clean and dry). One of her doctors finally confirmed for me that hospice is where 95% of the patients end up dying; the hospice "team" basically give the patients fatal doses of medication like morphine.
I'm conflicted and burnt out. Intellectually, I think I'm being very selfish by giving the order to terminate my mom's life, which many of her doctors said she would died a more horrify death "naturally" in less than 6 months.
I don't want to kill the woman who gave birth to me and helped raise me to be a successful professional. In my profession, they'd call me a murderer!
I'm so torn and conflicted. My mom designed me as her power of attorney in her Trust and Advanced Health Directive. My old joy these days is to get on Merb and dream about my upcoming return to Montréal.
I'd appreciate any insights anyone is will to impart upon me. I write this while I'm staying with my mom in her hospital room; I always stay with her when she's hospitalized because she as they say is "non verbal".