Feb 03, 2023
Feb 03, 2023
by Mamta Joshi
“Have you mashed the fruit?”
“Have you put put on the diaper?”
“I hope the milk is not warm.”
“Look! Today she is laughing.”
“She drank juice on her own today.”
“Do wash her doll. It’s rather dirty.”
This is our daily conversation but my husband and I are not discussing our little child but his mother. She is 85, helpless, bedridden and self-absorbed in her own world, cuddling a soft-doll all day. Although we take care of her from morning till night, she does not even know our name. She is suffering from Alzheimer, a progressive neurological disease.
As care givers it has been a learning experience for me and my husband mostly through trial and error. There are not many facilities available for this incurable disease, both for diagnosis and treatment, the world over but coming from a small town, Allahabad, in northern part of India, we have been deprived of any kind of geriatric care for doctors feel old people do not need so much of concern.
In a country overflowing with people,such apathy towards the elderly is shocking.India is among 57 countries of the world,hit by shortage of trained health professionals.As against the requirement of 700,000 doctors we have just 17,000 doctors according to a survey conduct.The percentage of 80 plus population is 19.1 percent.With increasing patients afflicted with Dementia , the figure of doctors is skewed indeed !
As both of us work, we need some one to assist us but professional help is not available. Home care attendants are still not easily available as the industry is in a nascent stage.The nurse we keep most often does not maintain a professional attitude and may not turn up when needed. She may not take care of the patient's hygiene when we are not around. Though our means are modest yet we try to splurge more on the person assisting mother. Often times too much indulgence on our part becomes a tool of blackmail for them. They threaten to leave, ask to double the wage or tend to become complacent while looking after the patient. We often come home to see the nurse drowsy or rapt in a soap opera rather than tending to our mother, who has wet her bed. These two years have been spent in endless entry and exit of nurses. Ultimately, we have decided to end this dependence on external help and have taken matters in our own hands.
As caregivers we have spent hours surfing the net, to find any remedies that might help in stabilizing the disease or delaying its progression. The tragic part of this disease is that memory lapses are often taken as a normal ageing process, even by doctors. We could not fathom why mother was not able to remember terms, faces, sequence of events while she could remember her childhood with clarity. By the time we could figure out her incoherence in speech, she had graduated to incontinence, having trouble with dressing up, bathing and eating. If there has been a crumb of food on her person, the ants attack her bed. If she is wearing a diaper too long, she develops rash or worse bed-sores.Reclining on one side for too long , she develops pressure sores.
Cooking, cleaning, looking after patient's hygiene doing rounds of hospital, running errands and keeping oneself buoyant has not been easy. One of us is there for her all the time. We have no social life. We are always rushing home, afflicted with this Cinderella -syndrome, thinking something might happen to her. Sometimes being in our sterile and clinical smelling home for too long, we fear of our old age. If I forget a name, face or can’t find an item I misplaced, I fear for my future. We are fighting this disease along with mother. The only thing to counter this disease is to look after our diet and our mental wellness. Reading, learning languages, Sudoku, cross-word and regular vigorous exercises are a few ways to prevent dementia from striking early. In the end, all we can do is to give a life of dignity to our loved ones, in our nurture and care. Alas! There is nobody to care for the caregivers.
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|My father had dementia and I wholly relate to this experience. Indeed, the caregivers suffer just as much as the patient through it all. The pain and pathos in this article is far reaching.|
|I too was about to remark on the lack of mention of God, but, understandably, God by definition is experienced in movements of grace. While one cannot force grace, one can open the door to it by daily prayer, till it permeates one's consciousness to utter dependence and a reflection of how we could ever have managed without it. It might be asked, who is this God one prays to? As a concept, God is the all-knowing and all-powerful, yet infinitely so (as to appear as non-existent) - as Who one prays to for strength and deliverance, knowing even as one waits for the action of grace it is within Divine providence to grant it. One can hope for miracles, but in terms of the effects of grace. I would say that your strength in perseverance is already a sign of God's grace: prayer is merely an acknowledgment of this, and a positive recognition that is beneficial to the extent that God is approached, not side-lined or ignored, and the consolation of a real presence derived. There is a prayer: God heed my supplications not for myself but for thy greater glory, whereby our sufferings are sweetened because everything is for God's greater glory.|
|Heart wrenching article. Aunty and Uncle were blessed to have you and Kakku Bhaiyya looking after them. Nothing goes unnoticed by God. Stay blessed.|
|Beautiful write up. But dont you worry-God takes care of everyone.|