
Dad
Suddenly, often without warning, the need to become a care giver for a loved one happens. One night everything is normal, and the next morning life becomes chaotic.
In my case, it happened three years ago. Eloise and I had gone over to spend the night with Dad in Marble Falls and then bring him back to Houston Saturday morning for a couple of weeks of visiting.
Friday night he was fine. Saturday morning he wasn’t. I found him on the floor, banged up from falling, and barely able to get up and dress. Enter chaos. What should I do.
Dad had always been self-sufficient, the care giver for his mom, then his sister, and then for my mom. Now he suddenly needed me to take care of him. The first stop was obviously an ER visit to find out what was going on.
At the ER it was determined that his condition was due to a combination of prescription medications: a sleeping pill, an antidepressant, and a muscle relaxer. The doctor recommendations were to stop the medications, let him get some rest, and move him into an assisted living facility.
Suddenly needing to tell Dad what he should do was my job. I had never told my dad what to do. My head was swimming with how to tell him, how to convince him. What kind of options were there? Would he be agreeable? Would I know what was the right thing to do? Would I be able to do it?
The next weeks and months were chaotic.
A couple of days after returning to Houston, Dad decided he was okay and going back to Marble Falls. We talked, and I suggested that he talk to his wife, who was living in another city with her son recovering from Ovarian Cancer surgery. She pretty much told him that it was her house and he couldn’t live there without her — she took on the role of enforcer so I didn’t have to.
He agreed, and we got him settled in a combination independent/assisted living facility. While things settled down with time, there were still unexpected periods of chaos. A couple of times he decided to move back to Marble Falls, but didn’t. We worked through issues with insurance and dealt with health issues.
But gradually things settled into a new normal. Dad began to accept that he would not be able to move back to Marble Falls, and that his wife would not survive her cancer. It was hard for him to accept, and to adjust to, but he did. And he gradually began to develop more independence, and my role diminished.
We’re still father/son, but more importantly, we’ve developed an adult/adult relationship where I’m more his advisor than his care giver.
But I still vividly remember the chaos. And realize that it could return at any moment.