Episode 730 Retired and Becoming a Caregiver
This is Retirement Talk. I'm Del Lowery.
Sometimes I think being retired and being a caregiver are synonymous. Perhaps not synonymous but at least closely related. Retirement usually comes to us in our sixties and it is at that same age that our parents are moving into their eighties. It is also at this time that our children are moving into their thirties and forties - the time for splitting up - divorce. There are very likely grandchildren that may need some attention from grandparents. Sandwiched between these two family connections it is easy for many of us to assume the role of caregiver. No matter our retirement plans we may need to make some changes.
We all have parents. Most also have children. And thus we all stand the chance of spending part of our life as caregivers.
In my town hundreds of caregivers convene each year for an annual meeting at a local hospital. A few years ago I was encouraged to attend because of some classes I was scheduling for the local community college. I sat through the day and listened to testimonies of caregivers and talks by experts. I left believing I had just spent the day with a band of angels.
These people worked with folks who are near the end of their life or have special needs. The caregiver has to extend not only constant physical attention but psychological support. They also work at the lowest level of the pay scale. The trade does not legally require extended training, licensing or college degrees. People tend to drift into the field who have difficulty finding jobs in the factory or office that might pay better. Of course this generality does not apply to all who earn the moniker "caregiver".
Story after story was told of the care and sympathy extended and the loneliness and difficulty experienced. Some caregivers attend to their own parents, children or grandchildren. Other caregivers attend to parents that have been abandoned by their children. Children that have been abandoned by their parents. It was not easy to hear their stories. But it certainly left an indelible mark in my mind. I still think of caregivers as saints.
My own mother fell and broke her pelvis at age 88. Hospitalization and then time at a care center followed. We drove back to the midwest at first notice. I overreacted rented an apartment to be with her until she could move back home. I had two sisters living in her small town. Upon reflection I realized I had overreacted. My presence wasn't really needed. She lived another four years. Most of that in a nursing home. They seemed to be the happiest days of her life. She flourished. My experience in a caregiver role never really materialized. Within a month we had let our apartment go and headed the car west.
My wife's parents were hospitalized on occasion but death came rather quickly to each and we did not experience being their caregivers either. Once again distance made our role very limited. Two sons lived fairly close and assumed that role which never came down to actually living with and attending to daily needs.
We have good friends right now who have experienced caregiving for first his father and then his mother. They took their six year old daughter out of school and moved from Missoula Montana to Anchorage, Alaska to care for his father. They devoted two full years to caring for him. Soon after his death his mother needed attention and they moved to Bellingham, Washington to be with her.
His mother was in an assisted living care center. He visited her each morning and evening. He also took her to his house or out to dinner probably five nights out of each week. She was one well cared for and lucky mother. He knew everyone in the care center and said that he really enjoyed going over there and talking to residents on a daily basis. When he signed his mother out for dinner most evenings he noticed that most residents never got signed out nor did the records indicate any visitors. It was a sad situation. He served in this role for over six years.
I have never heard him complain of his caregiver status. He seems gratified to be able to help. "I really look forward to going out there", he says. "And mom is so happy it makes me happy. These are probably the happiest days of her life. I think that is why she is still living. She is having a good time".
Another friend of mine recently related the story of his role in caring for either his parents or grandchildren. His father lived into his 90's and only required some attention two or three days each week. He was for the most part cared for by his wife who is now 90 herself. She lives alone and still shovels snow from her sidewalk and driveway. His three daughters all have small children and no fathers in the house. My friend who is retired spends some time each week picking kids up from school, taking them places, and attending to any special needs. He says that he likes being able to help both the parents and the grandchildren but I'm not sure this is what he had in mind when he retired.
We recently hired a plumber to do some work on a small remodel we are doing. We have used him before and always feel blessed when he comes on the job. He told us about a month ago that he was retiring. He was in the process of building an addition on his house for another major change in his life. His son and three children are moving back home. He smiled when he told us and said he was looking forward to it. But I'm sure this had not been his dream as he neared retirement age.
Life is that way. Surprises come our way. Yesterday the sun was shining and the snow was falling at the same time. Retirement can be that way. We had best be prepared for some surprises.
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