Many of us are never prepared to take care of our loved ones. We never think to plan what needs to be done when their health deteriorates over time or when there is an accident.
I’ll be the first to admit that I did not want to think about my grandparents getting old. I wanted to have them live in the same way as I knew them growing up as a kid. They aren’t going to fall. They won’t get sick. I wanted so much to believe in the fairytale of lifelong wellness. Then reality hits you out of the blue.
My grandpa was the first to get sick with chronic kidney failure and anemia. He was fortunate to live decently to the age of 82. He was still walking and traveling. He died of a heart attack while on a trip to Reno. I had always dreamed that I would be his caregiver but that never came to fruition with his sudden passing.
Little did I realize that I would be the caregiver to my grandma. She was a fiercely stubborn and independent person who did not want to be old. She got upset when she was told she’d be a grandma at age 45! That all changed when I arrived. I was the apple of her eye and because she respected me, I became her caregiver as she aged. She refused to listen to my mom, her own daughter, or any other grandkid.
I fell into the role of caregiver with her. I had years of hands on elder care and learned how to address her multiple health issues. Although she never wanted a caregiver and believed she was independent, life has a funny way of role evolution. She and my grandpa helped me over the years with grad school and getting moved to the mainland. They were my support along with my parents to help me get on my feet so I felt I needed to be there for them.
When my grandparents started needing help doing the things they wanted to do like traveling, I was there for them. I remember have my Aunty Ruth, Uncle Aki, Grandpa Hee, and Grandma Hee in wheelchairs at the Reno airport. Because there were no porters, I would wheel them 2 at a time to the gate. It was hard work but I didn’t want them to fall from fatigue during their travels.
I would even brave Chinatown with my grandma in a wheelchair, a five year old clinging on the back of the wheelchair, and toddler in a baby backpack so Grandma could eat dim sum and go jade shopping there. She really enjoyed doing those outings so I felt the effort was worth it.
As I’ve learned through so many clients, there is always one family member who pulls through to be the caregiver. It can be very lonely to become the sole person in the role. There are rare moments where multiple family members share the load but that is few and far between. That is why caregivers do need to seek support through this journey.
I had this belief that I was going to be the everything for my grandma. She landed up getting very sick with bronchitis in May of 2010. She had been coughing and refusing to see her doctor because it was just smoker’s cough.
The cough got worse to the point of making her urinate all over her living area. I was 9 months pregnant with a nose of a hound dog who could smell the urine. I would slowly lower myself to wipe up the puddles and disinfect everything. Within a few days, I was feeling like baby was coming and sure enough, she came a month later.
The house I had left was all clean before I went to the hospital. When I came home 2 days later, everything was soiled again. I landed up changing baby diapers and adult ones day after day for my entire maternity leave. I do not know how I did that. I now realize that I should’ve gotten help instead if trying to do it all. Hindsight is 20/20.
Everything was a blur during that time because of the situation. We had many wars to get her to wear the briefs to the point of me having to steal her underwear and replace it with briefs. There was a ton of frustration but once she realized that there was no more panties, she acquiesced to using the Depends.
Sometimes we don’t want to upset them and get frustrated with their poor insight. Sometimes we have to step up and be that caregiver to improve the insight for everyone’s well being.,