Qoasan : Challenge That People Have is How To Approach Help ?
Summer is on its way and often we will visit with family and friends and more than likely we may spend time with our elderly parents. We may not see our parents on a daily basis so small and slight changes that we may have missed may be more noticeable.
These changes could be in their personality or appearance, the tidiness or cleanliness of the house isn't as it used to be, there may be out of date food in the fridge or cupboards if this happens to you what you should do to approach this. They may be becoming more reclusive and not want to socialize with others.
Maybe they may need someone to pop in to see them on a daily basis, in home care ideal for these situations, someone to visit and to help them with the upkeep of the home, helping with small little tasks without taking away their independents. A career can help get them out of the house to do some shopping or to go for a walk or even to the local community center, to help them out of their homes and back to socializing like they used to, helping them to remain active.
One challenge that people have is how to approach this with their parents, because it may be a gradual thing for them they may not realize how noticeable it is to others. The other challenge is that your parents may have a problem of staying independent and not wanting help.
The grass still needs cutting, food needs cooking so the help each parent needs will be different and individual, they must have a say in what care they need and who they will let into their home. In home care is not someone who takes over and controls the situation they can be an extra pair of hands, companionship, and someone to talk to.
It's important for them to be able to make a choice of who helps them rather than be told who they will have. You can provide them with a selection, some companies provides short videos of their staff, like a video CV which you can watch in the comforts of you own home before you invite them in to meet with you. You will be able to see their personality hear their ideas and experiences.
A service like this can be very beneficial for your parents will assist them and aid them in their own homes, it will help them to be independent and live life to the full with dignity and respect.
Having home carers and live in support is a good alternative to residential care, there is no commitment and they still have the opportunity to do what's best for them. It's a fantastic opportunity, keeping independent whilst being helped with small everyday activities.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this article that summer is near and with the summer comes the sun. please be aware of taking elderly parents out and about that they have hats and sunscreen so that they are protected. Loose long sleeve clothes will help protect them from those harmful UV rays.
Try to avoid staying out in direct sunlight between 11 and 3 and ensure there is plenty of shade around. Even if you love sitting in the sun it might not be right for the elderly. It's common sense but ensure you have plenty of water with you at all times so everyone can hydrate often.
In Australia this is a big issue. Aged Care Homes are under scrutiny as so many are doing the wrong thing and are nothing more than businesses aimed at making a profit. The Federal Health Minister, Greg Hunt, has introduced a system to care for the elderly in their own home. This with a view of taking a focus away from institutions, which do not suit a person's needs and may hasten their death.
In recent days' scandals have emerged concerning many of these homes that are owned by an overseas investor. The question is how and why are investors interested in pensioners and older people. The answer was raised on a local television station recently and the fact is that these home take all the pension money from their residents and charge them for all the services they require.
A recent court case concerned a male nurse who burnt down such a premises because he wanted to hide the fact that he took drugs from the medicine cabinet to feed his addiction. While the incident happened in 2011 it took the police time to gather the evidence for a court conviction. In the deliberately lit fire 17 people died in a horrendous manner.
The perpetrator admitted to damaging an employee's car in a previous job at St. George's hospital and he resigned because of it. He was also taken off night shift in another place because of patient concerns for their safety. With this record he was employed by the Nursing Home and was on night shift at the time. The carelessness of the owners has come into question.
The bottom line is that people are too afraid now of what they might face if they subject themselves to an organised care situation in one of these homes. While they are able to manage their basic needs, such as showering, cooking, and other thing, the help provided by the government is designed to make their life better and with greater long-term quality.
Norma Holt has knowledge that enables her to understand many issues. Political, social and behavioural problems are usually on her list for discussion as well as anything to do with the Spirit of the Universe and reincarnation, which she experienced. She is happy to hear from any of her readers.
It's never easy letting go of our loved ones, even when they have been struggling for years with a debilitating condition-even if we say it was a "blessing" it is still never easy saying goodbye.
Marilyn, my mother-in-law, was only seventy-five, but she'd had Alzheimer's for almost three years now, and it progressed very rapidly. I'm told that one in 10 people age 65 and older has Alzheimer's dementia. That's 10% of the population over 65.
My husband, Peter visited his mother at the nursing home every Sunday, and he often came home with a few funny stories to share. We both knew they weren't really funny... but sometimes we couldn't help but chuckle.
Sometimes his mother recognized him, and sometimes she just talked nonsense, but she was always nice to him. There were stories, though, about her being not so nice to the nurses, so when Peter asked me to go with him, I was sometimes afraid. I was afraid that she'd yell at me and say something hurtful, but I knew it was time I visited, so one day we took a ride out to the nursing home. I hadn't seen her in over a year, and to say I was shocked would be an understatement. She was half the size she'd been the last time I'd seen her, and she could no longer walk. The shock of it took my breath away, and I had to leave the room to compose myself. As I re-entered the room, I walked by Marilyn's roommate, Phyllis. "You're a pretty girl," she said with a smile, then went back to fussing over the clothing laid out on her bed. I later learned that was what she "did."
Peter held his mother's hand and spoke gently to her, and she looked at him and called him "Dad." It wasn't until the nurse entered the room that she noticed me. She looked at me, then whispered to Peter, "How old is she?"
"Oh, she doesn't like me to tell her age, Mum. Let's just say she's a little older than me!" Peter said.
She seemed oddly suspicious of me, which was exactly what I had feared, but then she seemed to drift away. Because of the Alzheimer's, I didn't know her well, but I knew she was a strong and resilient woman who had raised three wonderful children with kind and generous hearts, and that spoke volumes about the person I never truly got to know.
Sadly, that was the last time I saw her awake and speaking.
As we left the nursing home, we saw a man standing at the front desk. "I am a U.S. citizen. I am a free man. All I want to do is go out for some air," he said. I wanted to take his arm and bring him outside, but instead we punched in the door code to leave.
"Don't ever put me in one of these places," I told my husband. "I know they're here for their own good, but the idea of losing my freedom is too much."
I got the call Friday afternoon. "Mom's not doing well," Peter said. It was just last week we were told that she wouldn't make it through the weekend, so we cancelled our plans, but then she got better. My gut told me this was not the case now, so I made a beeline to the nursing home. Peter's sister saw the tears in my eyes as I looked down at their mother, and she came over to hug me. Her husband and Peter's brother sat sadly nearby, and their aunt and cousin sat off to one side. When the nurse told us Marilyn's temperature was up to 107 degrees, we all knew this was it, but Marilyn hung on as we sat by her bedside. "She's always been a tough cookie, haven't you, Mum?" Peter's sister said, tears welling up in her eyes as she gently stroked her mother's hand.
Just then, Phyllis, the roommate, entered the room and began rummaging through her closet. I could hear her naming each thing. "That's mine, that's not mine... Oh, I don't like it when they take my things," she muttered.
"She's always accusing us of stealing one of her slippers," Peter's brother whispered. "I keep thinking I should actually take it and give her something real to complain about," he laughed. Phyllis's after-dinner ritual was to come into the room and rummage through her closet.
It's a conundrum, Alzheimer's is. Sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or to cry. We know its victims are suffering a terrible fate, but it's hard not to laugh about the things they say or do.
Peter's sister encouraged us to take a dinner break. "This could go on all night. You should go get something to eat," she said. We offered to bring food back, and asked his brother to come along, but he declined. We walked out along with Peter's aunt.
"Sometimes they wait until everyone is gone before they let go," she said. "So maybe it's best if there are fewer people in the room."
We drove to a nearby Italian restaurant and ordered some food at the bar. Just as we were finishing up, Peter received a text that Marilyn had died. We quickly got the check and ran back to the nursing home.
There was an odd sense of relief in the room. We all hugged and cried over Marilyn as we waited for the funeral home director to arrive. I knew I had bonded with Peter's sister that night, yet I was stricken with guilt that I had pulled Peter away from his mother's deathbed. I knew he never would have left to get dinner had I not been there, but I was somewhat consoled by the idea that perhaps she waited until he left to let go
Afterward, I convinced Peter to write something about his mom to read at her service. He was concerned he wouldn't make it through without breaking down, but he wrote it nonetheless. And so it was, after days of preparation and calling hours, we stood under the canopy of our grief to say goodbye to Marilyn. We gathered around as Peter bravely told a few light-hearted stories about his mother, bringing wistful smiles to everyone's faces. He made it right to the end and only broke down on his closing statement.
These changes could be in their personality or appearance, the tidiness or cleanliness of the house isn't as it used to be, there may be out of date food in the fridge or cupboards if this happens to you what you should do to approach this. They may be becoming more reclusive and not want to socialize with others.
Maybe they may need someone to pop in to see them on a daily basis, in home care ideal for these situations, someone to visit and to help them with the upkeep of the home, helping with small little tasks without taking away their independents. A career can help get them out of the house to do some shopping or to go for a walk or even to the local community center, to help them out of their homes and back to socializing like they used to, helping them to remain active.
One challenge that people have is how to approach this with their parents, because it may be a gradual thing for them they may not realize how noticeable it is to others. The other challenge is that your parents may have a problem of staying independent and not wanting help.
The grass still needs cutting, food needs cooking so the help each parent needs will be different and individual, they must have a say in what care they need and who they will let into their home. In home care is not someone who takes over and controls the situation they can be an extra pair of hands, companionship, and someone to talk to.
It's important for them to be able to make a choice of who helps them rather than be told who they will have. You can provide them with a selection, some companies provides short videos of their staff, like a video CV which you can watch in the comforts of you own home before you invite them in to meet with you. You will be able to see their personality hear their ideas and experiences.
A service like this can be very beneficial for your parents will assist them and aid them in their own homes, it will help them to be independent and live life to the full with dignity and respect.
Having home carers and live in support is a good alternative to residential care, there is no commitment and they still have the opportunity to do what's best for them. It's a fantastic opportunity, keeping independent whilst being helped with small everyday activities.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this article that summer is near and with the summer comes the sun. please be aware of taking elderly parents out and about that they have hats and sunscreen so that they are protected. Loose long sleeve clothes will help protect them from those harmful UV rays.
Try to avoid staying out in direct sunlight between 11 and 3 and ensure there is plenty of shade around. Even if you love sitting in the sun it might not be right for the elderly. It's common sense but ensure you have plenty of water with you at all times so everyone can hydrate often.
In Australia this is a big issue. Aged Care Homes are under scrutiny as so many are doing the wrong thing and are nothing more than businesses aimed at making a profit. The Federal Health Minister, Greg Hunt, has introduced a system to care for the elderly in their own home. This with a view of taking a focus away from institutions, which do not suit a person's needs and may hasten their death.
In recent days' scandals have emerged concerning many of these homes that are owned by an overseas investor. The question is how and why are investors interested in pensioners and older people. The answer was raised on a local television station recently and the fact is that these home take all the pension money from their residents and charge them for all the services they require.
A recent court case concerned a male nurse who burnt down such a premises because he wanted to hide the fact that he took drugs from the medicine cabinet to feed his addiction. While the incident happened in 2011 it took the police time to gather the evidence for a court conviction. In the deliberately lit fire 17 people died in a horrendous manner.
The perpetrator admitted to damaging an employee's car in a previous job at St. George's hospital and he resigned because of it. He was also taken off night shift in another place because of patient concerns for their safety. With this record he was employed by the Nursing Home and was on night shift at the time. The carelessness of the owners has come into question.
The bottom line is that people are too afraid now of what they might face if they subject themselves to an organised care situation in one of these homes. While they are able to manage their basic needs, such as showering, cooking, and other thing, the help provided by the government is designed to make their life better and with greater long-term quality.
Norma Holt has knowledge that enables her to understand many issues. Political, social and behavioural problems are usually on her list for discussion as well as anything to do with the Spirit of the Universe and reincarnation, which she experienced. She is happy to hear from any of her readers.
It's never easy letting go of our loved ones, even when they have been struggling for years with a debilitating condition-even if we say it was a "blessing" it is still never easy saying goodbye.
Marilyn, my mother-in-law, was only seventy-five, but she'd had Alzheimer's for almost three years now, and it progressed very rapidly. I'm told that one in 10 people age 65 and older has Alzheimer's dementia. That's 10% of the population over 65.
My husband, Peter visited his mother at the nursing home every Sunday, and he often came home with a few funny stories to share. We both knew they weren't really funny... but sometimes we couldn't help but chuckle.
Sometimes his mother recognized him, and sometimes she just talked nonsense, but she was always nice to him. There were stories, though, about her being not so nice to the nurses, so when Peter asked me to go with him, I was sometimes afraid. I was afraid that she'd yell at me and say something hurtful, but I knew it was time I visited, so one day we took a ride out to the nursing home. I hadn't seen her in over a year, and to say I was shocked would be an understatement. She was half the size she'd been the last time I'd seen her, and she could no longer walk. The shock of it took my breath away, and I had to leave the room to compose myself. As I re-entered the room, I walked by Marilyn's roommate, Phyllis. "You're a pretty girl," she said with a smile, then went back to fussing over the clothing laid out on her bed. I later learned that was what she "did."
Peter held his mother's hand and spoke gently to her, and she looked at him and called him "Dad." It wasn't until the nurse entered the room that she noticed me. She looked at me, then whispered to Peter, "How old is she?"
"Oh, she doesn't like me to tell her age, Mum. Let's just say she's a little older than me!" Peter said.
She seemed oddly suspicious of me, which was exactly what I had feared, but then she seemed to drift away. Because of the Alzheimer's, I didn't know her well, but I knew she was a strong and resilient woman who had raised three wonderful children with kind and generous hearts, and that spoke volumes about the person I never truly got to know.
Sadly, that was the last time I saw her awake and speaking.
As we left the nursing home, we saw a man standing at the front desk. "I am a U.S. citizen. I am a free man. All I want to do is go out for some air," he said. I wanted to take his arm and bring him outside, but instead we punched in the door code to leave.
"Don't ever put me in one of these places," I told my husband. "I know they're here for their own good, but the idea of losing my freedom is too much."
I got the call Friday afternoon. "Mom's not doing well," Peter said. It was just last week we were told that she wouldn't make it through the weekend, so we cancelled our plans, but then she got better. My gut told me this was not the case now, so I made a beeline to the nursing home. Peter's sister saw the tears in my eyes as I looked down at their mother, and she came over to hug me. Her husband and Peter's brother sat sadly nearby, and their aunt and cousin sat off to one side. When the nurse told us Marilyn's temperature was up to 107 degrees, we all knew this was it, but Marilyn hung on as we sat by her bedside. "She's always been a tough cookie, haven't you, Mum?" Peter's sister said, tears welling up in her eyes as she gently stroked her mother's hand.
Just then, Phyllis, the roommate, entered the room and began rummaging through her closet. I could hear her naming each thing. "That's mine, that's not mine... Oh, I don't like it when they take my things," she muttered.
"She's always accusing us of stealing one of her slippers," Peter's brother whispered. "I keep thinking I should actually take it and give her something real to complain about," he laughed. Phyllis's after-dinner ritual was to come into the room and rummage through her closet.
It's a conundrum, Alzheimer's is. Sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or to cry. We know its victims are suffering a terrible fate, but it's hard not to laugh about the things they say or do.
Peter's sister encouraged us to take a dinner break. "This could go on all night. You should go get something to eat," she said. We offered to bring food back, and asked his brother to come along, but he declined. We walked out along with Peter's aunt.
"Sometimes they wait until everyone is gone before they let go," she said. "So maybe it's best if there are fewer people in the room."
We drove to a nearby Italian restaurant and ordered some food at the bar. Just as we were finishing up, Peter received a text that Marilyn had died. We quickly got the check and ran back to the nursing home.
There was an odd sense of relief in the room. We all hugged and cried over Marilyn as we waited for the funeral home director to arrive. I knew I had bonded with Peter's sister that night, yet I was stricken with guilt that I had pulled Peter away from his mother's deathbed. I knew he never would have left to get dinner had I not been there, but I was somewhat consoled by the idea that perhaps she waited until he left to let go
Afterward, I convinced Peter to write something about his mom to read at her service. He was concerned he wouldn't make it through without breaking down, but he wrote it nonetheless. And so it was, after days of preparation and calling hours, we stood under the canopy of our grief to say goodbye to Marilyn. We gathered around as Peter bravely told a few light-hearted stories about his mother, bringing wistful smiles to everyone's faces. He made it right to the end and only broke down on his closing statement.
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