June 2018 Caring for a Mom with Alzheimer’s Disease
Many
of us have been fortunate to cross paths with Joanna Hurley. She is the wife of
our founding attorney, Miles Hurley, and she plays many vital roles in running
Hurley Elder Care Law. Maybe you have connected with her at networking events,
learned from her at seminars, or talked to her on the phone when calling our
office with questions about Medicaid, guardianship or estate planning. She is a
generous, sincere, present-minded spirit filled with a deep understanding of
the complexities of families, organizations, and communities. Beyond her
knowledge and skills, Joanna offers a shared experience as an adult child
caregiver. This month, Joanna is sharing the story of her mother, Pamela
Morris, and their journey. Joanna, along with her sister Louise Morris
(another amazing woman working at Hurley Elder Care Law) and her husband Miles
Hurley, cared for her mother from her Alzheimer diagnosis at age 67 to her
death in 2015. This is Joanna’s story:
We
were really a small family—just mom, dad, my sister, and me. My parents moved
to the US in 1969 from England. No cousins around, grandparents far afield; and
there was no way possible to save enough money to be able to put four people on
an airplane, so we would only get visits from my grandparents sporadically.
There was a close bond between our parents, my sister and myself because that
was all we had. My mother and I had a good relationship. We were a lot alike,
and so we butted heads a lot (and I didn’t acquiesce); but I was always in awe
of how strong she was. She kept two kids together and managed to make a life
with my father so far away from everything she knew and loved. This was
especially noteworthy since my parents didn’t have the world’s best marriage;
she managed to save her marriage time and time again (not necessarily because
she wanted to but because she felt that she didn’t have much choice, because
she was so alone). They never had any money--whenever they had two pennies they
spent them--and there was nobody else, so she eventually found peace with dad
and her situation. She was a complicated and a very, very strong lady.
After
high school, I left for college and never went back home. Life took me overseas
and then to New York before it finally landed me back in Atlanta and married
Miles. During that time, I only had inconsistent contact with my parents.
It wasn’t until I had children of my own that I started having daily contacts
with them. My mom and dad really took to their roles as grandparents. I
was working full time, and my mom stepped in as a nanny caregiver for our oldest
son Peter. It was a joyful relationship. I believe that who he is, is a
testament to my mother. She trusted his competency and saw him as an
intelligent human being. When I was pregnant with our third child, I had a difficult
pregnancy, and my parents made the amazing, most generous move into our home to
take care of me. At the same time, they decided to sell their own home and move
closer to town, close to us. So that subjugation of their wishes and desires to
accommodate their children was the example that was set, and that was my mother
through and through. She put family ahead of everything--and that was for
Louise, dad and me. We took it all for granted, that they would do all these
things. We were grateful, but we just knew they would do this because that’s
who they were.
When
I started to notice there was something going on, it was probably not my finest
hour. My mom was 66, and I noticed that her behaviors were becoming more
acute. She became the world’s biggest snob for no reason. She thought
that she was just one step below the Queen--that’s the way she acted. She would
make these ridiculous references about things she knew nothing about and began
saying things like, “I don’t recall meeting her,” or “I’ll check my schedule.”
I’d call, and she’d immediately hand the phone over to my dad saying, “He’ll
sort it out.” Dad never sorts things out; he just does what he’s told.
I’d have these frustrations that she’s just not herself. When someone mentioned
Alzheimer’s to us – I can’t even begin to tell you what I thought. At first I
didn’t believe it. Louise and I began to start looking for other causes. She
was on a statin; there was talk of statins affecting the memory, so we took her
off the statin thinking that might solve the problem. Guess what – it did not.
Her cholesterol started to rise, and so we put her back on the statin. She had
a lot of reflux issues with Prilosec, so we took her off of it. Didn’t solve
the problem, she got more reflux. Here we were, two people who are not doctors
reading stuff on Web MD and mucking around with her medications thinking that
would solve the problem. We were looking for a miracle fix and that one day she
would wake up and be different—that it would all go back to normal.
I
know we should have known better—we’re in elder law, helping so many others
with these issues. We’re supposed to know everything about this, we have access
to all the experts, and we walk this journey daily with other families. But it
was so different when it was our own family. We didn’t think much about dad--which
we should have. Dad was still working full time, and he didn’t want to admit
that there was anything wrong or that it would ever get any worse. He wanted to
live his life as he was living his life; he didn’t want to not take her to the
symphony and not go on vacations. I remember him telling me about the first
time it even dawned on him that it was going to get bad. They were on a
cruise—they had been determined to still go on a cruise—and although mom was
able to put her makeup and clothes on and he could take her around, she threw a
fit about attending the on-ship party for the NCAA finals. This was the first
behavior issue, and it really shook dad.
I
don’t know that it even sunk into me then--that she was going to get bad. I was
focused on my three small kids, marriage, and the family business. Trying to
find a space to worry about mom wasn’t the first thing I chose to worry about.
I chose to compartmentalize things. I knew my mother would want me to put my
children first; of course, that didn’t help my sister who took on the bulk of
my mother’s care. And as mom’s disease progressed, dad became more dependent on
my sister and me, more dependent on friends. Basically, from his first
realization that things were going to get hard, my father abdicated virtually
all decision-making to Louise and me who effectively abdicated to Miles when it
came to the big stuff.
As
we went on this journey with mom, we moved from home to home with assisted care
to an assisted living community to an inpatient psychiatric hospital and
finally to a nursing home. And we were so lucky, compared to so many families,
having professionals there within our grasp who we could call upon not only for
their opinion of a situation but also to advocate for us. They also helped
us reinforce right thinking and to tamp down bad thinking. Even elder
care professionals like us need to be surrounded by a team of other
professionals when dealing with a diagnosis like this. We were fortunate to
have access to their knowledge and experience because a lot of people don’t get
that; they must rely on their own instincts and just the snippets of insights
they get from rehab stays when they get access to social workers or hospital
stays with access to care managers. Having a team of other professionals
helped us from making poor, emotional decisions that would have been financially
detrimental to dad in the long run and to mom’s comfort and safety. Like
most families dealing with dementia, we had to make some hard calls; and we
were so fortunate to have others around us that cared about mom and about our
journey. I am still in contact with some of mom’s caregivers, and they still
feel her loss as acutely as I do.
On
my parents’ 53rd wedding anniversary, Louise and I went to see
her at the inpatient psychiatric hospital. It was the most awful thing I’ve
seen in my life. We tried so hard to maintain her normalcy. Her appearance had
always been so important to her, so we paid extra attention to her hair, nails,
makeup, and clothes; but at the hospital that day it finally hit me that she
was truly not herself anymore. When she got to the nursing home, that’s
when all the wheels fell off the bus. Her hair went, I didn’t realize she had
so much gray hair – I had no idea. I used to go visit her on Fridays and always
bring her something because I felt like that gave our visits some purpose. I’d
bring her a muffin, a coffee, or a milkshake; and visiting her never got
easier. I hated seeing her behaviors; I hated seeing how much of her we
had lost. I hated that she would pick at her face – I hated it. And I’d do
anything not to get mad about it. Stop it, stop it, reminding myself again and
again….she can’t help herself. I became so angry--so angry because it
should never have been her. She kept it all together when it was bad in our
lives growing up. She was so strong, so how could this have gotten her? I’m
still mad about it--this is one emotion I can’t get rid of. It’s just so not
fair. My children will never know how great she was, especially the two younger
ones. They always knew her as being sick. They will never know how amazing she
was. I am also mad that her illness took 10 years of my sister’s life. Louise was
mom’s primary caregiver. The whole situation was not fair—dementia never is;
and that’s what I can’t get past. When she died I was grateful and glad.
I shouldn’t say that, but I’m relieved that it’s over. Relieved it was over for
my dad, my sister, myself but mostly glad it was over for her. This strong woman could be whole again, had
her dignity, had control.
When
mom moved to the nursing home, Miles decided to build a house for my father to
live in at our home because he’s never lived by himself – never. He went from
living with his parents to living as a married man and a year later he had a
child. So now he lives with us, and I am so grateful to Miles for his
remarkable generosity and thoughtfulness. My dad is not his dad or his
family—he didn’t have to do this, but he did because it was the right thing for
my dad.
Sometimes
I wake up and think she’ll be back. I’m scared sometimes that I’ll get it; it’s
hereditary. It has really informed my thought about quality of life. No one who
has gone through this journey doesn’t have some form of change. Now in my work
at the firm, as I talk to other family caregivers and tell my story, I try to
let others know that they can’t fix it all. Don’t put your life on hold to try
to fix it all – but keep them safe and help them get the best care.
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Family Business
We would like to wish the two dads at Hurley Elder Care Law a happy belated Father’s Day! Pictured on top is Miles and his three sons, Graham (18), Julian (15), and Peter (21). Pictured below is Paul and his two sons, Owen (6) and Evan (10). What a handsome group of guys!
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Miles P. Hurley, JD, CELA
Miles P. Hurley founded Hurley Elder Care Law in 2006 to provide legal assistance to the elderly population on issues relating to aging including retaining independence, quality of life and financial security. Mr. Hurley is one of eleven attorneys in the state of Georgia to receive the Elder Law Attorney Certification, and one of approximately 400 nationwide.
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