FazeFour
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For fourteen years I ignored my career, first as a behavior specialist, then as a phlebotomist, and took menial jobs with flexible hours so that I could take care of my parents. Soon after my Dad died from the last of a series of strokes, I left Mom in the care of two of my five siblings, and moved to a small town in the Sierra Nevada foothills. I had agreed to manage my cousin's little liquor & grocery market up there, and moved into a small cabin he owned, located just behind the market. Within a year after settling in, Mom moved in with me due to what I'll call mismanagement of her care, and remained with me for the last four of those fourteen years.
While caring for my parents, in addition to ignoring career advancement opportunities, I also ignored my health problems. Problems in my spine, primarily; scoliosis, degenerated discs, osteoarthritis, compression and related nerve pain. Up in the foothills, I had just begun seeing a doctor about those issues when Mom moved into the little cabin with me. I insisted she move in with me because I wasn't willing to live in her house again, where one of my siblings and a few of Mom's grandchildren frequently broke into her medications safe, stole property from both Mom and I, and generally made life a heartbreaking, spirit-draining, chaotic mess. The alternative was to place her in a senior care facility, and Mom could only afford the worst. I think she would have become homicidal...and she's quite capable.
When she moved in with me, I had to reduce my work hours, resulting in a loss of upwards from $1200/mo, and I again made Mom's health a priority. She has cardiac problems, dementia, an aortic aneurysm, severe arthritis, and liver disease, so requires six doctors; the primary care doc and five specialists; and most of them saw her on a monthly basis. That left little time for me and my spine. Besides, I was, at the time, a good candidate for corrective surgery, which would have put me out of commission as a care-giver.
About three years ago, I reached a point where I could no longer take care of Mom. My wretched spine finally disabled me. I also couldn't work. By then, one of my siblings had successfully recovered from a long-term substance addiction, and agreed to care for Mom in the old house (Mom and Dad's house). Also by then, I was no longer a good candidate for spinal surgery (to correct the scoliosis and replace some discs). But I am finally seeing doctors for my back and neck problems. I recently had a procedure called RFA, where they shoot a chemical cocktail deep into the spine to burn specific nerve roots to death. The lumbar region was done. The nerves will eventually heal, and the procedure can be repeated. As the results have been good, I'd say a 75% reduction in pain, I'll do it again, but only if the relief lasts longer than a few months. They're preparing to do my cervical spine next.
I don't really bother asking myself IF I wasted my last productive years taking care of my parents, but I do ask myself why. And the answers vary. Dad was a treasure, but Mom was not a very good mother. In fact, she made her daughter's lives a bit of a living hell. But I think she probably did the best that a narcissistic manic-depressive with an inferiority complex could do. I never wondered why she was so afraid of dying (she believes in God, the Judgment Day, Purgatory and Hell, and all that). It's good to know she has a conscience, at least, but it is sad that she's so afraid of what will happen to her soul when she has to pay for all her "sins."
Despite her cunning mean streak and pathological underhandedness, I took very good care of Mom. About that I used to wonder why, as well. For a long time I wondered if I, too, was worried about God's judgment, or my soul's redemption - deep down, even though I am an atheist. It was confusing until I realized that I felt, quite simply, she deserved good care. In my opinion, anyone in her situation does. Her "sins" are between her and her God. Between me and Mom - well, we both did the best we were able to do.
While caring for my parents, in addition to ignoring career advancement opportunities, I also ignored my health problems. Problems in my spine, primarily; scoliosis, degenerated discs, osteoarthritis, compression and related nerve pain. Up in the foothills, I had just begun seeing a doctor about those issues when Mom moved into the little cabin with me. I insisted she move in with me because I wasn't willing to live in her house again, where one of my siblings and a few of Mom's grandchildren frequently broke into her medications safe, stole property from both Mom and I, and generally made life a heartbreaking, spirit-draining, chaotic mess. The alternative was to place her in a senior care facility, and Mom could only afford the worst. I think she would have become homicidal...and she's quite capable.
When she moved in with me, I had to reduce my work hours, resulting in a loss of upwards from $1200/mo, and I again made Mom's health a priority. She has cardiac problems, dementia, an aortic aneurysm, severe arthritis, and liver disease, so requires six doctors; the primary care doc and five specialists; and most of them saw her on a monthly basis. That left little time for me and my spine. Besides, I was, at the time, a good candidate for corrective surgery, which would have put me out of commission as a care-giver.
About three years ago, I reached a point where I could no longer take care of Mom. My wretched spine finally disabled me. I also couldn't work. By then, one of my siblings had successfully recovered from a long-term substance addiction, and agreed to care for Mom in the old house (Mom and Dad's house). Also by then, I was no longer a good candidate for spinal surgery (to correct the scoliosis and replace some discs). But I am finally seeing doctors for my back and neck problems. I recently had a procedure called RFA, where they shoot a chemical cocktail deep into the spine to burn specific nerve roots to death. The lumbar region was done. The nerves will eventually heal, and the procedure can be repeated. As the results have been good, I'd say a 75% reduction in pain, I'll do it again, but only if the relief lasts longer than a few months. They're preparing to do my cervical spine next.
I don't really bother asking myself IF I wasted my last productive years taking care of my parents, but I do ask myself why. And the answers vary. Dad was a treasure, but Mom was not a very good mother. In fact, she made her daughter's lives a bit of a living hell. But I think she probably did the best that a narcissistic manic-depressive with an inferiority complex could do. I never wondered why she was so afraid of dying (she believes in God, the Judgment Day, Purgatory and Hell, and all that). It's good to know she has a conscience, at least, but it is sad that she's so afraid of what will happen to her soul when she has to pay for all her "sins."
Despite her cunning mean streak and pathological underhandedness, I took very good care of Mom. About that I used to wonder why, as well. For a long time I wondered if I, too, was worried about God's judgment, or my soul's redemption - deep down, even though I am an atheist. It was confusing until I realized that I felt, quite simply, she deserved good care. In my opinion, anyone in her situation does. Her "sins" are between her and her God. Between me and Mom - well, we both did the best we were able to do.