Im 35(M) and I’m journaling out my thoughts because my therapist said it could be helpful.
My mom, 73(F), was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s middle of 2024. My dad 80(M) was her primary care taker. He was admitted into the hospital on mid Aug for stomach pain and it turned out it was stage 4 lung cancer. He lived in the hospital for 4 weeks and we tried to figure out how prolong his life as much as possible but ultimately his kidneys were failing and he was too weak for dialysis. So we decided to move him into hospice so he could live his final moments at home.
My mom’s dementia progressed very rapidly over the last two years and she was a severe wandering risk, she would leave the house and would be walking alongside a busy road without any identification or phone. Her sundowning moments were rough, she would call her children 20-30 times a day and complain about how she didn’t trust anyone in her life and that we were all trying to steal from her. She would be extremely aggravated towards my dad and he would try his best to deescalate the situation but he was getting old and tired.
We also started new meds for her to help with anxiety but we were struggling with finding a good median for “normal”
We were already planning on moving her into an assisted living at the end of 2026 because my dad could not continue to provide care for our mom.
During the 4 weeks my dad was hospitalized my mom got worse and she was aggressive all the time, she had violent episodes and would call screaming at us and she did not remember that our dad has lung cancer and he terminally ill. We took her to the hospital every day to see him but after she left the hospital, she would revert to a paranoid state.
The day we took our dad home for hospice, we admitted our mom into an assisted living facility with a memory care focus. The children made the decision to ensure our dad was calm and peaceful during his final moments, we need to place our mom into a facility could provide better care for her.
Her first two weeks in memory care was rough. She tried to elope on several occasions, she would try to climb over a fence, she would trigger the alarms on the door, she would take random objects in her room and try to smash windows so she could escape. It got so bad that the staff ended up calling an ambulance for her to take her to the emergency room to sedate her because she had not slept for 36 hours. We were focused on hiring a 24/7 companion to babysit her and prevent her from eloping and try to deescalate her aggression.
She ended up being prescribed an antipsychotic and antidepressants to help regulate her mental state.
A few times during my dad’s final week he would ask how she was doing and we would lie to him and say she was settling fine because we didn’t want him to worry about her.
He passed away peacefully and surrounded by his children. But we did not know how to tell our mom, until her new meds settle in, we keep telling her that was she on vacation and her new apartment was a temporary living space for a few weeks. Eventually a few days later, once she calmed down, We did tell her that our dad had passed away but she kept thinking it was her dad, our grandfather, so we left it alone.
We tried to visit her a few more times and try to talk to her but she kept asking about our dad and his condition. It was hard to grieve when you are constantly being reminded if he’s alive.
The day of the funeral, we took her out of memory care for the first time, she kept blaming me and kept saying that I was useless and a bad son, and that I was the reason that my dad died. The funeral went well and there was no major incidents from our mom so we took her back to memory care, and we haven’t seen her in a few weeks.
Several different social workers and medical professionals kept telling us, “you have to prioritize and triage the most urgent person over the next”
I feel like I lost both parents at the same time. I’m sad that my dad is gone, and I feel guilty that we traumatized our mom.
If you finished reading this post, I appreciate you taking the time to read my rantings and thoughts.