Grieving the loss of a mother to Alzheimer’s

To those losing loved ones to Alzheimer’s, I did not notice subtle changes in my mother’s behavior because my focus was on my father’s loss of memory, poor decision making, and constant repetition. I was busy engaging my mother’s support to help dad. Dad and I were teaching mom barbaraWparentsearlyhow to write checks to pay the bills, take charge of keeping daily and social schedules, and do more of the driving to and fro. It suddenly became apparent that mom could not write the checks, could not oversee schedules, and was making substandard decisions in daily living activities. Dad started to report some odd actions on mother’s part. He said she was taking things that didn’t belong to her, paper towels and toilet paper from the clubhouse, sugar and bread from restaurants (sometimes the sugar bowl), and all of the cookies meant as samples in Publix. She was stuffing them into her bag and bringing them home. I cajoled dad, but was really concerned.

On my next visit my mother pulled me aside to ask me to get her her own apartment. She did not want to live with my father anymore (after 65 years of marriage). Then dad pulled me aside to ask me to find him a separate dwelling Barbarasparent laterbecause he and mom were fighting viciously all of the time. He confided that at times she was physically attacking him. Then to my dismay her violent flares of temper and physicality included others and even me. Her friends dropped her from the mahjong game when she could no longer bet on a hand, keep her hand out of the pot, or remember the hands to be played. The canasta ladies could no longer cover for her ineptitudes and so they, too, let her go. I could not in good conscience let her drive and so I had her license confiscated.

I was frustrated, sad, and frantic about her losses, and hired ladies to help her a few hours a day, then all day, then sleep-in. Mom persistently called me screaming threats that I had no right to oversee her life. I paid the women extra when mom started locking them out of her house, pinching them, and accusing them of indiscretions with her husband. Then the helping ladies reported she was touching them inappropriately. Each day sank me further into dejection trying to micromanage my parents’ money; adjusting to each new loss made me wobble with lack of control and the sorrow of losing individual aspects of her. She thought the oven was the house thermostat, forgot how to cook, and acted lewd and inappropriate.

My parents lived in Florida, and I in NY. Multiple daily phone calls, frequent flights down to Florida to make new arrangements, and the constant scourge of grief was unnerving me. I had my own family responsibilities, which were heavy at the time, some physical disability and the extra time, duties, and sense of loss became overpowering. I was losing both parents bit by bit and especially my mother was becoming burdensome (I say with guilt), vacant like a mall parking lot after midnight, unsightly (unkempt, inappropriately dressed) and when I looked into her pale face, wan eyes, and saw her shaking hands, I wanted to curl into a ball and roll away.

I had given up several hours of my own work to tend to their needs, I had given up having a “real” mother, and my dreams were now darkenedBarbarasMom with nightmares. The only way I could cope was to release my mother and take care of this strange needy old woman out of the kindness of my heart. Eventually we placed my parents in assisted living. After my father’s death, mom was placed in a memory unit. They called it the lock-up which hit my heart with such a thud that my heart became locked. Slowly, my beautiful, coiffed, manicured mother became the witch in Hansel and Gretel, with wild hair, gaunt cheeks, vacant eyes, trembling hands, eating mush which dribbled from her lips, slumped in a wheel chair, dozing with the other empty bodies and heads unfortunate enough to meet with this same end. When my mother was finally deceased, it was not a loss, it was a gain. She no longer suffered, I no longer suffered, and there was a peaceful settlement to celebrate. I don’t know which is worse—the instantaneous death of your parent or the experience of losing her piece by piece, the way a rat nibbles at a perfect round of cheese, leaving holes and crumbs behind.

Barbara Werzansky 12-25-14

 

2 comments on “Grieving the loss of a mother to Alzheimer’s

  1. Wow. You captured my feelings and thoughts exactly. I am 61 and folks are telling me of how such a long life she had is a blessing. That was my Mama. I feel guilty crying because I do know she was slipping away and there was nothing I could do to stop her. Mom just died a week ago. I am praying my new normal catches the rapid train to my recovery. She is no longer here but love, her kind of love, lasts forever!

    • Dear Barbara ( thank you for sharing your loss, and writing this story.. ) and Betty,

      My heart goes out to you and I can feel your pain, distress and grief.. of loosing your beloved Mothers, loved ones and seeing her, them in that discomforting and helpless way.

      As my dear Dad passed away a couple of months ago, suffering from Dementia, among other things .. it was very traumatic and I’m still having difficulties to coping. As I wish him back to life.. I his life to go on.. but how would it go on.. not in pleasant way, it would get worse, suffering and painful.. but still.. as you know it’s not easy to let go.. The guilt, regrets creep up on you.. you fall back to the darkest of thoughts… end of life, Death its not fair, that is fact.

      I wish, you are surrounded by loving family and friends..

      Cam x

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