Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts

Friday, April 5, 2019

We Measure Our Age in Tubes


It was T. S. Eliot who famously said “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” What a lovely image for and from a great poet. But this week I glimpsed another way I can measure my aging life: I can count the tubes.

Yes, you might remember going to Grandma’s house, or maybe to your Mother’s and her medicine cabinet had a million squashed tubes of this and that. Some were shiny, some rusty, and some gooey with missing caps, and you thought, “How does that happen?”



Maybe you also remember when your medicine cabinet had aspirin, birth control, Vaseline and maybe an antibiotic? 

And then as you got a few years older, there are a few more things and then, suddenly it seems, you (like me last week) look at that basket under the bathroom sink and its full of tubes!

We now have all manner of tubes with creams, ointments and lotions. They are specialized and generalized. We have tubes with goop for every body part and every disturbance. They are oily, creamy, pink, clear or shiny. They range from first aid uses to germ killing to fungus battling to skin soothing.  Some I bought off the shelf and a few were prescribed. 

But this is the new measurement of my life—no longer romantic coffee spoons or lovers past. Now I measure my life—and ours—in tubes.

Friday, February 5, 2016

What We Don't Talk about When We Talk about Aging

Those of us who work in caregiving or aging services or healthcare do a lot of talking. We talk about medication and money and housing and hospitals; we talk about caregiving and caregivers and schedules and finances. But the thing we don’t talk about enough is talking.

We rarely talk about how critical talking is in tackling the issue of aging with dignity. Of course we say the words; we say that seniors or people with chronic illnesses must talk to their families, and we offer brochures that tell people what to tell their kids and what
children should ask parents. We remind caregivers to speak up and ask for what they need.  But then we quickly move on to other topics because, we too, are uncomfortable with talking.

Many of us have suggested that families use holiday gatherings to start the conversations about things like living wills and how they want to live later.  But we forget to mention how many times you have to try to have that conversation before it “takes.”

Talking is where those of us who work with an aging or ill population fail. Despite the many fall prevention workshops, we who work in aging are falling down on the job because we are just not talking enough about talking.

What I am talking about is talking about feelings---messy and uncomfortable feelings. The realm of emotions is gray and most of us prefer black and white. We’d rather talk about aging protocols and best practices and we can get very worked up about Medicaid and nursing homes, but we regularly avoid the one thing that will make the biggest difference in the dignity of someone’s life: Talking and listening and then talking some more.

“Aging in Place” is the buzzword. At a recent workshop I listened to a panel discuss the services available, the options for money and housing and caregiving help. But the sad truth is that none of those strategies are viable unless spouses and parents and children are talking about this hard stuff frankly, directly, and repeatedly.

The bottom-line of aging in place is this: You must talk to the point—and well past the point—of being rude, boring and annoying. And that is not easy for a family member to do unless staff and coaches and navigators back them every step-- and every word-- of the way. 

Denial, as they say in Twelve-step recovery, is not a river in Egypt. It is the central issue in illness and aging. We’re Americans; denial about aging and death is built into us. We need to be frank about this: The only healthcare fact you need to know and that all research confirms is this: You will age; you will then become less able and then you will die.  Given that, who do you need to talk to?

These conversations are not easy or comfortable, but if you want to have a say on the last years of your life then start talking about that now. There is no time for family planning in the middle of a crisis. 

Here is what I learned from years of being a family care giver: You think you’ll get some kind of warning; you think aging will happen gradually kind of like the way your hair goes gray, a little at a time.

But no. It’s very fast. One phone call, one bit of blood, one screech of the tires, one slow motion slide as your foot goes the wrong way on a scatter rug. Your life-- and the life of every family member around you-- is rapidly and drastically rearranged. Yep, you meant to talk about healthcare proxies and end of life measures and where you would like to live if you ever got disabled. But…
  
The family chat must happen long before you meet your discharge planner—and since we don’t know when that is going to be: You have to talk now. Discharge planners are amazing professionals. Their job is hard logistically and emotionally, but they can’t facilitate the conversations that we should all be having now with our family and our friends.   

Those of us who work in healthcare and human services are at fault too. We keep talking about making houses aging-friendly and “patient navigation”. But no one will ever get the benefit of those if they don’t first talk and talk and talk to their family. 

Shame on us for not insisting that every person with a serious diagnosis have those talks.  Anyone who works in healthcare and human services should be saying, “Did you talk to your kids?” when they get a call from a senior, and “Have you sat down with your parents?” every time we get a call from an adult child asking about services. And we should not accept excuses like, “I can’t talk to my parents about their money.” Yes, you can or you’ll be talking about it with a complete stranger in the cramped office of the nursing home you didn’t pick, and don’t like. 

One more big thing we need to say is, “Never say never.” At some point a family member will be your caregiver.  Start talking now about who that might be and how you can make this work best for them. If you are lucky and you plan ahead you can have a say in this, otherwise no. Don’t waste time joking or disagreeing. Who will it be? 

If you had to choose which of your children you’d prefer to live with be sure to talk about that now while everyone is calm and has time to think about it and then come back and talk some more. Married children need to talk to their spouses and their kids and even their in-laws.  It can take several conversations to get through all those layers.  If there are siblings there will be sibling issues. They don’t go away because we get older. And even the best families have to tread this tricky terrain.

At the end of the day—or the end of your life --the issue is not nursing homes or retirement communities—but what you didn’t talk about. And that is where dignity will live or die.

It’s not the ramps and rails that will derail a family; it is the emotional issues we would-- literally --rather die than talk about.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

We Measure Out Our Lives in Tubes

It was T. S. Eliot who famously said “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” What a lovely image for and from a great poet. But this week I glimpsed another way I can measure my aging life: I can count the tubes.

Yes, you might remember going to Grandma’s house, or maybe to your Mother’s and her medicine cabinet had a million squashed tubes of this and that. Some were shiny, some rusty, and some gooey with missing caps, and you thought, “How does that happen?”

Maybe you also remember when your medicine cabinet had aspirin, birth control, Vaseline and maybe an antibiotic? And then as you got a few years older, there are a few more things and then, suddenly it seems, you (like me last week) look at that basket under the bathroom sink and its full of tubes!
We now have all manner of tubes with creams, ointments and lotions. They are specialized and generalized. We have tubes with goop for every body part and every disturbance. They are oily, creamy, pink, clear or shiny. They range from first aid uses to germ killing to fungus battling to skin soothing.  Some I bought off the shelf and a few were prescribed. 

But this is the new measurement of my life—no longer romantic coffee spoons or lovers past. Now I measure my life in tubes.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Caregiving Costs Calculated for Dementia Care

You may have seen or heard about the newly released study on the anticipated rise in dementia diagnoses. There was a front page article on this in the New York Times earlier this week and I have attached the link at the bottom of this post.

Do take a look at the article if you have not seen it yet. There are implications for all of us even if we are not currently caring for someone with a form of dementia. The numbers are startling. Here is just one: According to the RAND study there are currently 3.8 million people in the United States with dementia. That is 15% of people over age 70. By 2040 --less that 30 years from now--it is expected that there will be 9.1 million people with dementia. And of course, we often forget, that increase doesn't happen 30 years from now..it begins now, this year and then next year and then the year after that--to increase. And that means us.

Now here is the part of the article that jumped out at me: Dr Richard Hodes, director of the National Institute on Aging said, "And as we have the Baby Boomer group maturing, there are going to be more older people with fewer children to be informal caregivers." (Again, he's talking about us.)

And really interesting to those of us who are interested in caregiving: The study quantified the value of informal caregiving required for dementia--usually provided at home or by a mix of family and friends and estimated that the cost will range from $50 million to $106 million PER YEAR.

And again that is absolutely us because whether or not we care for  a family member with dementia or we are the family member with dementia, we are all tax payers and that is where the remedy to that "cost of caregiving" hit will come.  It also means that in two-income families, one wage-earner will give up a job to be the primary caregiver.

We have some big homework to do on preventing and managing dementia, and we need much more open and focused conversations on cost/benefits of our "good" healthcare and yes, the right to die, if dementia is on our personal horizon.

Here is the link to the New York Times article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/04/health/dementia-care-costs-are-soaring-study-finds.html?smid=pl-share

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Caregiving Kills


For the longest time I have talked about caregiver stress and the toll it takes. I’ve had many people including doctors and nurses talk to me about my stress level and what I need to do about it. I have always agreed, and I believed that it’s a serious issue for others, but secretly I always felt that it was just a way of saying, “Yeah, caregiving is very hard, but…”

And what follows that “but” is, “I’m not the one who is sick” or “Of course I feel bad” or “Yep I’m tired but I’ll get through this.”

But this week I got the nuts and bolts of why stress is bad—and not just bad for my mood or my emotions but quite bad for our bodies. And yeah, I always knew that caregiving makes people look older faster but I always thought they look older because we are so tired. But that’s not quite it.

Peter Vitaliano, who is a professor of geriatric psychiatry at the University of Washington explained to me that caregivers have a much higher incidence of high blood pressure, diabetes, and compromised immune systems because have prolonged exposure to extra high levels of Cortisol and adrenaline. It’s not that we look like we’re aging faster—we actually are aging faster. Our bodies, flooded with cortisol and adrenaline, are rapidly breaking down like a film running very fast…aging, aging, aging. And it’s not just the matter of how we look—though I do care about that, no question—but all of our cells and organs are aging faster too. And what comes with aging: illness, disability and yep—cancer.

So as cancer caregivers we are at a much higher risk of disease and particularly cancers. How about that?

Why does this mini scientific fact help me? Because I can picture it. When I get stressed or allow myself to stress out it’s as if a big hypodermic is going right into my arm and shooting me with a super-aging serum. And the scariest part is that these two main stress hormones are addictive. This is why it becomes so hard to stop caregivers from staying in stressful situations even though they may understand and may want to change things. We get used to that buzz just as we get used to that, “Only I can take care of him/her” codependence.

Yes, as always, much easier said than done. But somehow being able to picture myself “doing drugs” within my own body has gotten my attention big time.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

A Movie for Caregivers

A beautiful new movie is on its way to us from Paris. Opening this week in New York City Michael Haneke's "Amour" is described as a masterpiece about love and aging and, yes, caring for someone who is ill. I have been following this film since is Paris debut and now it is near. This is a movie for all of us because it is about aging--and few of us will skip that..and it is about caring for someone we love--few of us will skip that.

Here at the link below is the New York Times review:

http://movies.nytimes.com/2012/12/19/movies/michael-hanekes-amour-with-jean-louis-trintignant.html?

Friday, September 28, 2012

Silver Tsunami on Drugs


We know about the Boomer Bump. The huge demographic shift that is overtaking our economy and healthcare system is changing our family and social dynamics in many ways.  Our rapidly aging community means more caregivers of all ages, more sandwich caregivers and greater longevity but also more disability.

And it also means more drug addiction and more misuse of drugs and alcohol.

The tsunami for older adults using and misusing substances is tricky because we have social and cultural blocks to seeing and addressing the issue. Can’t Gramma enjoy her glass of wine? Why should Grampa be in pain if his doctor is giving him prescriptions? And the doctor says it’s OK, what’s the big deal?

But it is a big deal because we are seeing huge increases in the number of people in their 50’s and 60’s as first time users of marijuana and cocaine. I know, seems crazy right? But Gramps is not down on the corner scoring the stuff from some kid, he’s buying it at the senior center and in the assisted living lobby and it comes to his door in the high-rise.

And the numbers compound when you consider that 10,000 people turn 65 everyday in the United States.

We know that alcohol and drug use increase with stress and this is the group who are facing endless caregiving. Being a family caregiver is no longer a 12 to 18 month task while someone progresses thru a serious illness. Better healthcare means that caregiving will go on and on and on and, well, who would deny someone in that situation some wine, or some Valium or some Ambien or if you are exhausted, a little cocaine?

Most folks over 60 have an average eleven medications prescribed for them by an average of three doctors. The most prescribed medications for seniors are Benzodiazepines: Valium, Zanex, Ambien etc. They are central nervous system depressants. And highly addictive. And they mimic the symptoms of dementia—so family, and even physicians, can be fooled.

Opiates are prescribed for pain. But chronic use can actually lower one’s pain threshold. Chronic opiate use—with prescribed medications—can lead patients to feel more pain—so then it seems natural to ask for and take more and stronger pain meds.

Caregivers of people with chronic illness are living with huge unspoken resentment and grief. It’s not what they imagined retirement to be. Where is the fun? Where is the adventure they worked so hard to afford?

So why not some wine or one of those new drinks? Boomers who may have used pot in their 20’s and gave it up for work and family often romance the idea of being able to use pot again after retirement. But the pot they are buying today is not what they smoked in college. It is much stronger and laced with coke and speed and other drugs.


Saturday, July 14, 2012

A Life Worth Ending

The link below is to an article from the May 28th issue of New York Magazine titled, "A Life Worth Ending". It's a powerfully persuasive case for talking to our families--and friends--about how we want to live as we age and how we want to die as we decline.

Let's not fool around with this one: we are going to die. Denial--as this article makes powerfully clear--only ensures that you will die in misery with no dignity and that your family caregivers get to watch you in their own misery with no dignity for them either.

This is bigger than cancer. It's about as big as the Boomer Demographic Bump--lots of us aging rapidly and living longer (not necessarily happy news because we will live longer with more disability and chronic illness).

One powerful quote from this article: "We cured cancer for this?"

Read this article and forward this blog post to your friends and family and kids and in-laws and your book club and Rotary and hairdresser and your ex. Yeah, especially your ex.

Here it is:
http://nymag.com/news/features/parent-health-care-2012-5/

Friday, March 23, 2012

There Will Be a Lot of Old People and It Won't Be Pretty

It still makes me crazy when we talk about curing certain diseases and we don't think about the consequences. We are in the middle of a huge demographic shift at the same time we are in a healthcare revolution. It means there will be an unprecedented number of us living much longer.

Now on the surface that sounds great except that living longer doesn't really mean "living" longer. It means our bodies will survive and we'll have multiple chronic illnesses. Cancer is rapidly becoming one of those chronic illnesses. This means lots of disabilities, lots of ongoing treatments, surgeries, medications and their side effects. And that means every one of us will both have and be a caregiver. That is, in fact,  the emerging model of caregiving. There is no longer a sick spouse and a well spouse but alternating and simultaneous caregiving. That's tough.

Here are some numbers: Cancer deaths now peak at age 65 and kill only 20 percent of older Americans. Deaths from organ failure peak at age 75 and they kill another 25%. The number of Americans over 85 is expected to more than double by 2030. So the norm for aging is becoming a long, extended period of serious illness and chronic disability which will require ever-increasing assistance.

Yeah, I know, happy news? But we spend so much time pretending that aging and dying happen to other people so these facts can help us talk about aging and caregiving and communities and strategies.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Pig in the Python

We, the “Baby Boomers”, were born between 1946 and 1964. Nice numerical bookends to remember who we are. I was born in 1953 so I’m nicely embedded in the center of this large, unruly, and predictable but independent demographic group. We are—according to demographers-- the “Pig in the Python”—so named because they can watch us move along the lifespan and longevity track.

Yes, we know there are so many of us and we know the benefits. Wish for a more comfortable shoe for your middle-aged feet? Ten new brands. Want a vacation geared to an aging but not willing to admit it body? Thousands to choose from.

But here’s a fun fact to pause and think about: Our big group is aging together and we are getting—and going to get—disabled together, and we are going to have more and more and more cancer together. This is the consequence of our “Boomer Bump” combined with better healthcare. The longer you live the more cancer, and more likelihood of cancer, you’ll have.

So we all have a very selfish and very altruistic reason to care about cancer. If you too were born between 1946 and 1964 cancer is coming soon to a body near you.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

What I Didn't Know

When I was 25 I knew so little about sex. When I was 30 I thought I knew some things but I still knew so little. At 35 I was learning how to give pleasure, but it took ten more years to begin to learn how to receive it.

I knew that “older” people had sex. When I was 30 my mother who had been widowed many years, was, at age 70, in a new marriage. She told me that she and Donald had sex almost every day. I thought “good for her”. But I also thought, “How good could it really be?”

Now I know. And I’m sorry I laughed when people said that sex gets better as you age. I didn’t know. Now I do.

At 58 sex is better than I ever imagined. Yes, I wish my skin was smoother and I wish my skin didn’t sag—especially at certain angles. Confidence is part of it. And learning what works. And being fearless about trying things, and trying them again.

Many years ago I read Helen Gurley Brown’s book about women and middle age. She wrote that a woman over 50 has to decide that she wants an orgasm and then go for it. I didn’t, exactly, know what she meant.

Now I do.



Saturday, March 5, 2011

How Not to Die of Cancer

I’m re-reading Siddhartha Mukherjee’s wonderful book, “The Emperor of All Maladies—a biography of cancer.”

He says so many things that are obvious after you read them but that we don’t think about day to day. Such as: “Cancer is imprinted in our society: as we extend our life span as a species, we inevitably unleash malignant growth (mutations in cancer genes accumulate with aging) so that cancer is thus intrinsically related to age. If we seek immortality, then so, too, in a rather perverse sense, does the cancer cell.”

This is one of the reasons people in the developing world have more cancer. We live long enough to get cancer.

So how to not die of cancer:

Die young.

Die of malnutrition.

Or die of TB, cholera, malaria, dysentery, or any of the prevalent fevers in the second and third worlds: Choose from River Fever, Dengai Fever or Scarlett Fever.