This
guided every decision from the aides we brought into our homes and hearts, to
keeping the house clean, to the food I bought and prepared, to the doctors and
nurses we used. Sometimes I would go so far as to think, if I were the patient,
how would my grandparents take care of me? They would want the best and not
settle for anything less than the best care for me. They always had my best
interests at heart and this was proven when I was younger and my Gramps took
care of me. He always made me feel loved unconditionally, safe and wanted. I
wanted to give him that in his time of need.
I’ve
heard stories where Caregivers feel so in need of help that they tolerate bad
behavior from the aides, because they feel like at least someone is there with
their loved and one, and what else can they do. Caregivers settle. Recently, I
heard a story about an aide that played on the computer all day and didn’t even
change the patient’s diaper. I asked her daughter, the Caregiver, what she
planned to do? She said she was going to try to find someone else, eventually,
but for now, this was it. It’s hard. It takes effort. I know not everyone is
blessed with the aides that we had that were loving, and honest, as well as
capable and knowledgeable. It’s a tall order. I have a friend who tells me our
aide “had it good” and that I was “too good” to her. It bothers me, I admit,
because to me, I know I was good to our aides, but you know, they were good to
Gramps and they were good to me too! It worked for us!
What
is the factor that helps you make decisions around your loved one’s care? Do
you feel good about the care you are giving? We all do the best we can, and at
the end of the day, the important thing is that our loved one is safe, and they
are getting the care they need and deserve. It’s important for their
well-being, as well as our own. We need to feel good about our decisions and
feel at peace. I sit here today, totally content with the decisions I made and
the care Gramps received. He always said he was satisfied and went so far as to
say things were “perfect, just the way he liked it.” It doesn’t get better than
perfect, and that is what I pray for myself when my time comes.
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