Archive for Caregivers

Cancer Can Break Bones and Caregivers

Along with the primary diagnosis of cancer, a hospice nurse quickly listed her patient’s other health issues at our team meeting. One of the patient’s concerns was a . . . “pathological fracture.”

To which I thought, “Huh? What?”

I first thought of pathological liar, a phrase I’ve read in novels and seen in films. Actor Jim Carrey’s Liar Liar from 1997 humorously came to mind. There he played a lawyer who frequently and thoughtlessly lied. Lying for Carrey’s character was no different than breathing. But did the familiar “pathological liar” have anything to do with “pathological fracture?”

In the realm of words, there’s a common ground because of “pathology,” or the study of diseases. Lying about everything, though funny for a movie’s plot, will hurt, and can be diagnosed as an illness. Lying can cripple a person and profoundly impact every relationship.

A pathological fracture literally cripples a patient. Read More →

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In Hospice, Don’t Be Ruled by the Rules

During a patient care team meeting, the hospice medical director explained that he’d broken one of his rules.

My distant impression of the doctor—physically distant because of where he and I sit in the meetings and professionally distant since he cares for the patients in their dying while I support grieving families after death—is that rules are critical values for the way he lives his life.

However, the soft-spoken physician felt he had to break a rule. Instead of providing key information about the disease process, and the options for comfort care so the patient could make choices about the next steps, the doctor bluntly told a patient that he must be transferred from his residence to our in-patient hospice home. Now! There, the patient would have a better level of care for his needs. Moving was not his choice; it was the doctor’s demand.

The patient died before the next sunrise. He died with the sole member of his local family at bedside. For weeks, his dying had been lonely, problematic, and anguished. In his last hours, dying became peaceful. The doctor had used good judgment. But the doctor had also wrestled over “breaking” a personal, essential rule: whenever possible, let a patient take the lead in making an informed decision. Read More →

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Did Dad’s Dying Kill Mom?

“Dad is going to kill Mom.”

My older sister made that blunt statement on several occasions. I recall, in the way siblings react as the years of a family become decades, that I mostly ignored her. Maybe once or twice I muttered a reply, a weak disagreement. Why argue who’s right or who’s wrong when we were all, each in our own way, struggling to make sense of a senseless experience?

Our father’s slip-slide into dementia had put a huge burden of caregiving onto our mother. Though her situation (slightly) improved when he was placed in a memory care facility, the emotional, spiritual, financial, and physical costs to Mom were relentless.

She took her wedding vow seriously: for better, for worse; in sickness and health.

Was Dad “killing” her? Was she unfairly wearing out because of the commitment to help her sick, aging, stubborn—and yes, beloved—husband?

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When Mom and Dad were younger, they had a plan for the so-called golden years: live in the house they’d lovingly built into a home until both died in their sleep and then be quietly buried in cemetery plots purchased (and paid off) in the mid-1960s.

Except there was a decade’s difference in their ages. That didn’t matter much when they were raising their kids. It did when Dad could count more than eighty candles on his birthday cake. Read More →

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