I spent the last 12 months living with and caring for my MIL who had Alzheimer’s.
I can explain/tell you the following...
As awful as it is the prospect of MIL dying was terrible, the prospect of her living for years was terrible too. There is no easy path, no easy choice and whatever choice you make you wonder if it’s the best choice for them or just the easiest choice for you. We were wracked with guilt many times over decisions that had to be made, like respite care/medication/dosages/interventions. These decisions are hard, because you can’t just ask the person what they want, because they aren’t capable of giving you an answer.
Before illness my MIL was an incredibly smart, intelligent woman, soft spoken and gentle. Alzheimer’s affected her terribly, she was aggressive, violent, shouted and raged and un accepting of any help. We used to have carers come in to help, but she would hit them, and send them away, in the end we cancelled the care because it wasn’t getting done and only seemed to be upsetting MIL more. Personal care then fell to us, and personal care for someone who is doubly incontinent who doesn’t want to be touched, doesn’t want to cooperate and in fact thinks and feels as if they are being attacked is beyond hard. I felt guilty for cleaning her up/changing her pad and clothes when really she didn’t care about the clothes, the dirty nappy, and all she wanted was to be left alone and I’m basically cleaning her against her will. Thing is though I can’t leave her alone to sit in filth and to become sore, that in itself would be cruel and considered neglectful and I would also feel incredibly guilty if I was to do that. In the end we had to settle for somewhere in between, which was more often than she would have liked, less than I would have liked, but was just enough to not let her suffer. In situations like theses your brain is so full of just getting through the day, trying to cope, trying to do a good job, feeling like your never doing a good enough job, very little headspace is left over to consider much of anything else.
Alzheimer’s or dementia is progressive and you are constantly making tiny or big adjustments to the level of care you provide. To some degree it’s rather like being the frog slowly being heated in the pot and not realising your boiling to death. You always feel like you are playing catch up, there is nothing predictable about it. It’s very hard to plan, hard to know what you will do in certain situations until they are thrust upon you. For instance I always said that I didn’t want to be dealing with issues of incontinence when the time came, yet when that time came deal with it is exactly what I did. You just don’t know these things sometimes until you get there.
Sadly we lost my MIL at the end of April, it was quiet unexpected as she was physically very well. MIL had no clue or understanding that she was ill, as is often the case with Alzheimer’s or dementia. She had a real love of food, something I was happy for as it was one of the few ways to calm her and make her happy for a short while. One day she refused a meal, until she refused to eat all together. I sought medical advice which was tough during lockdown and was advised to just to try and keep her fluids up. We weren’t offered any other intervention and I don’t know if this would have been different either had this been going on at any other time than in the first lockdown. MIL soon refused fluids too, and it was at this point I recognised we were at end of life care. It’s the most haunting and harrowing thing I have ever had to do. I can only hope that MIL had made the choice to refuse the things she knew would sustain her life. I can only hope that she didn’t suffer, she was supposed to have a nurse come to administer some morphine but sadly this didn’t reach us in time before her passing.
Those final days of caring for MIL will haunt me forever. I comfort myself with the fact that her passing wasn’t though any decision we did or did not make, and that she passed away at home surrounded by those who know and love her.
Yes it would have been kinder had she not suffered those last months through anger and aggression, fear and confusion, unable to enjoy the love and care that was given to her, but I don’t ever feel like that was our choice to make. Would we have insisted on CPR for her if it had be required, no....but we treated her symptoms and managed her pain and did as best we could. This, I suspect is what most people in this situation do.