Sr. Simon’s – Here I Come!
Posted July 3, 2012
on:I’m speaking at the Georgia Gerontology Society Annual Conference this August. Yeah! If you’re in the vicinity August 13 and 14th, drop by!
“””July 2, 2012
Dynamic Speakers Announced for Conference
Happy 4th of July!
Two additional speakers will be joining us at our 57th annual conference “Enjoying the High Tides of Life: Sailing the Waves to Dynamic Aging” on August 13-15, 2012 at the Sea Palms Resort in St. Simon’s.
Dr. Sybil Ingram, a respected and experienced professional in the areas of health care information systems and regulatory compliance issues, will be our opening speaker on Monday, August 13 with her topic: “Providing Empowerment with Integrity!” Dr. Sybil will also be presenting 2 other breakout sessions at the conference.
Sonny Dixon, anchor of WTOC’s new and innovative broadcast, THE News NOW at 4 PM in addition to newscasts he has anchored for many years, THE News at Five and THE News at Six, will be our luncheon speaker on Tuesday, August 14.
The Conference Tracks and Sessions are now available for viewing on the GGS annual conference page of our website: www.georgiagerontologysociety.org/conference Click on the spreadsheet to view the sessions and speakers. Thirty five breakout sessions are being offered at this year’s conference under the following tracks (tides): Business and Economics Tide; Aging and Disability Resources Tide; Healthy Lifestyles and Active Engagement Tide; Families, Grandparents and Caregiving Tide; and Safe Communities Tide.
Please note that this is a preliminary schedule subject to change, but it will give you an idea of the fantastic sessions that are in store for you when you attend our upcoming GGS annual conference.
Georgia Bureau of Investigation Director Vernon Keenan will be our Keynote Speaker at the opening session. The GBI was featured recently in an article in the Atlanta Journal and Constitution about the maltreatment of at-risk adults by personal care home operators. Here’s the link to the article: http://www.ajc.com/news/perils-in-personal-care-1434087.html
Diana Scully, Senior Director of State Services with the National Association of States United for Aging and Disabilities (NASUAD), Sandy Markwood, CEO of the National Association of Area Agencies on Aging (N4A) and Kevin Monroe, Managing Partner with X Factor Consulting will be the panelists for an opening day general session on Sustainability of the Aging Network: Challenges and Opportunities.
For information on attendee registration, exhibiting, sponsoring or advertising visit www.georgiagerontologysociety.org/conference You will also find information on making your reservation at Sea Palms on this page. Please note that the Early Bird rate for the conference is available until July 14 for ALL GGS members–individual members as well as staff of organizational members.
Please feel free to forward this update to your friends and colleagues.
We look forward to seeing you at the conference!
Matthew Malok, CMP
Georgia Gerontology Society
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One of my friends ( Dr. Daphne) sent this to me today and I felt it would be an appropriate share for The Samurai Caregiver site. Being happy usually is not synonymous with being a caregiver. Its so very important for us to remember that it is a choice; choosing to be happy.
If you’ve read “The Traveler’s Gift” y Andy Andrews, you’ll immediately recognize this as being one of “The Seven Decisions” he so eloquently discusses in this wonderfully told and expressed story.
Enjoy!
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92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiledsweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
I love it,’ he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.’
‘That doesn’t have anything to do with it,’ he replied.
Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.
Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged .. it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.
‘It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;
I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with theparts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do..
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away.. Just for this time in my life..
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bankaccount of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank.
I am still depositing.
‘Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1.. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Have a nice day, unless you already have other plans.
One of my friends sent this to me today and I wanted to pass it on. I don’t know the original author but feel the same way as described towards the end about friends – and caregivers worldwide.
“An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’
The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot friends and Caregivers worldwide, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!”
…and now there’s Dad
Posted September 30, 2011
on:(originally posted 5-13-2011)
Life continues to test my mettle and has now added my father to the challenge. Things are a little different this time as he’s not physically with me – and his diagnosis is deemed as terminal. So, in addition to being the ‘strong, caring and efficient daughter and caregiver’ for my mom (who is here with me) for the past 16 years, I’m having to duplicate all of that – and then some – with my Dad who is 12 hours away by car.
This was not totally unexpected – but the timing couldn’t have been worse. (Rhetorical question – Is there ever really a good time?)
To say I’m feeling like a little bit like a rubber band would be quite an understatement. It would be nice to know beforehand what my breaking point is before I reach it so that I can avoid it. I’m not superwoman and I’m not trying to be. That song ” I’m Only Human” is playing over and over in the back of my mind as I write this – I guess a subliminal message for me to remember this as I handle the both of them simultaneously , and try to keep things in perspective.
Twice with him in the last eight months I’ve had to make the dreaded yes/no decision with emergency room physicians on the other end of the phone, pressing me to say whether he’s DNR/I( do not resuscitate / intubate) or not. Right in the middle of him bleeding out or pulse being barely palpable or him being cold to the touch, I have to reach deeply and think quickly about whether to say yes or no and what it mean to say either.
It sucks having to make that decision under duress that way. (It sucks having to ever make that decision , period , but I digress).
For some to have the decisional power of life and death over another person by simply having to utter a mono syllabic word would be the ultimate ego trip for them. To a gambler, its a dream come true – you’ve got a fifty fifty shot at it and all bets are on. For those hung up in the “rightness” or “wrongness” in making such a decision and guilt themselves to death based upon the outcome of the decision should not be the one to have to make the decision as there is no right or wrong decision to be made at that split second; just the best one that can be made under the circumstances, based upon the information given to you by the physicians, your knowledge of the person , their wishes and the situation. I’m not implying that knowing any of this makes it any easier…but there is the saying that “making no decision is making a decision”…and this is one of those times in life when being indecisive is unacceptable.
Each time, so far, he’s remarkably been able to pull through, be admitted to ICU, put on a ventilator, get transfused, have surgery – only to express while on the vent disdain and be angry with me for calling 911 on him. Whats a girl to do? He refuses to sign an advance directive but fusses at me after he wakes up. They extubate him from the ventilator and what does he say? He pulls me down close to him, snarling and growling and says “its a hell of a thing to go to sleep and wake up here.”
I haven’t figured out quite yet if that’s a ‘thank you’ or not.
Oh well…
I’m Flattered…ummm…I Think?
Posted September 30, 2011
on:(originally posted 6-4-2009)
Most of you all know that I have been taking care of my MOM now for almost 14 years. Due to her medication regimen, alcohol has been a ‘no-no’. However, to not be so totally heartless and cruel to this once famously ‘tee-totaler’, non-alcoholic beverages like Sharps and O’Doul’s and Sparkling Ciders for New Years Eve celebrations and the like have kept her quite happy!
As my Fabulous @ Fifty year continues this year, I’ve been blessed with genes, obviously from my Mom’s side, to not really look my age…whatever 50 is supposed to look like…or whatever any age is SUPPOSED to look like…(but I digress)
….but a recent jaunt to the local …uh..BIG-MARTY, with Mom in tow left me/us empty handed as it pertains to me getting her one of her favorite adult libations.
She’s listening to her favorite talk show host out in the car, not interested in having me push her around to day so that she can see the people in the store during our weekly activity to ….uh…BIG-MARTY….and I’m flip-flopping around as fast as I can to get what’s on the list so I can get back out to her as fast as I can. She has , on three occasions tried to follow me into the store after promising me that she stay out for five minutes; fortunately – or unfortunately ( depending on how you look at it) – she hasn’t cognitively put two-and-two together when it comes to pushing the button on the seat belt to unlatch herself. One day while I did a quick trip into the Dollar Store, upon returning to the car found my lovely Louise Mommy with the passenger side door open, legs dangling out, and her hanging onto the upper strap waiting for me to come and untangle her. I’ve learned not to fuss cuz is not a fussing matter; to just be calm, get her fixed back up and ask her , gently – but very sarcastically – “…and just where were you trying to go?” It’s always one place or another, usually she says she was going to walk home – to Chicago – but that’s another story for another time.
BIG-MARTY begins to check me out, eggs, toothpaste, Tylenol, mouth wash – and then comes to a dead stop when they get to the O’Doul’s. The ‘child’ and the register says she can’t sell it to me because “you don’t look over forty”. I blushed (you can’t see it) and tell her thank you, I am so let’s just ring it up. “No, I can’t. You have to look over forty. Do you have any ID.?” I usually leave it with Louise in the car because she likes to hold my purse; it’s her security blanket. I explained, politely, to the ‘child’ that it was in the car, but I wasn’t going to go and get it right now – and that she just sold me mouth wash that had 21.6% alcohol in it without my ID as well as 10% alcohol being in the Tylenol with out ID. O’Doul’s has .5% alcohol in it.
Duh!
(Oh , why in the he!! did I say that!)
The ‘child’ called over her manager, talked her for a bit, who began to look me up and down (in the immortal words of Bernie Mac (like she was getting ready to do something to me) (smile!)) and grunted that in no way was I over forty and for her not to sell it to me until I could prove it.
…do I deal with an irrate, near convulsive Louise later when I promised her a green bottle before nitey nite that night? Hmmmmmmm…..I think not.
Flattery or no? What do you think? I didn’t have time too…just needed to get down the street to get to a store to sell me the green bottle so that I wouldn’t have a green monster on my hands later!
Coincidence or Not???
Posted September 30, 2011
on:(originally posted 12-9-2008)
…this is so weird but I just gotta tell ya’ [grin]
Saturday evening, my husband and I rented and watched the X-Files movie that came out over the summer. I am a big X-Files fan so please indulge me for a moment here.
Being a professional clinician for almost three decades, I, of course, am always drawn to the medical nuances that are presented to the X-Files character, Scully, MD. One of the medical nuances she was presented with in this movie was Sandhoff’s disease. It’s a very rare, painful and terrible disease; one that I was unfamiliar with. It was presented and handled very tastefully in the movie. With this terrible disease being considered one as a sure death sentence cure, Scully begins to do her research to see if there is anything out there in the literature that could present her with some option, some ray of ‘scientifically based’ hope that she enact to save a child patient with whom she has developed quite a fondness for. Apparently there is something with this child that resembles the illness her own child had prior his death. Scully was helpless to help him; perhaps that’s why she was so dogged to try to assist this one.
…anyway….
Scully comes across some research on the internet about some experimental clinical trials that were demonstrating some promise for treating this disease. Stem cell therapy via an intrathecal route. Chances were small for a cure but given the odds of no chances and the hospital preparing to send this child away to a hospice for palliative care, it was better than nothing.
So where’s the coincidence?
Yeah…my ears perked up like a dobermans, for sure. I couldn’t believe it! After she made the announcement , I went to her to get the flyer from her to make sure that was what she said. Sure enough, that’s exactly what she said; Sandhoff’s disease.
So…I tell her I may be able to get some information to her to pass onto this family that they may want to discuss with their physician and that I’ll get back with her later.
…and, of course, I scurried home and hopped onto the computer, just like Scully, and looked up this disease …and yep, it was there…and yes, it is prognosed as fatal/terminal…and YES! there is an experimental treatment using stem cells that is promising, but…etc., etc., etc.
So, I have passed this on to my friend to pass on to the parents of the little girl…
Coincidence?
Hmmm…???
(I guess I need to end this with the X-Files theme music playing!)
The Power Of Words
Posted September 30, 2011
on:(originally posted 11-20-2008)
The academicians and policy makers refer to paid or professional caregivers as formal caregivers to distinguish them from us but to also somehow show that we are linked together by the fact that we all give some sort of care. I always laugh when I hear the term formal caregivers because an image of doctors operating in black tie, and nurses aids in evening gowns, immediately comes to mind.
Today neither of these terms informal caregiver or formal caregiver makes sense, and yet they are so ingrained in the literature and in the minds of researchers and government employees that they are still constantly used. It is hard to break people of old habits, but when words convey a negative attitude, suggest a hierarchy of being, or conjure up pictures that are false then we must make the effort to change them. It isn’t easy, but it can be done. I am sure that all of you can think of words that once were commonplace that are not heard much in public these days.
You may be wondering why I am making such a big deal of this. Fair question. The reason is that so many of us that care for chronically ill, disabled, or aged loved ones feel isolated. Isolated caregivers don’t have a sense that there are million of others, just like them, maybe even four or five in a two block radius of where they live. But how can we locate each other if we don’t have a common name that defines our group, that lets us recognize the commonalities between us?
Recent research by the National Family Caregivers Association (NFCA) and the National Alliance for Caregiving (the Alliance) has shown that many of us don’t like the idea of having a label, or a group name. Participants in five different focus groups held all across the country said in one way or another, The care I give is something that I do. It doesn’t define who I am. That’s true in part, but no one name, title, or group identification defines any of us these days. I am a woman, a daughter, a wife and a professional. I am black. I am one of a group of more than 25 million people who provide a significant amount of hands-on care to disabled or ill loved ones. I am always all of these things, and more, but depending upon the context of a conversation one role takes center stage for a while. So if you agree with me that informal caregiver is a terrible term, what do you think we should call ourselves? A common term is caregiver, plain and simple. The problem with that of course is that it doesn’t tell you which type of caregiver is being referred to. In addition research shows that many folks who would fit under the caregiver umbrella really do not like the word. They associate it with those other caregivers, the ones that get paid. They think it is clinical.
The research shows that many of us are more comfortable with the term family caregiver because it implies the emotional connection between care giver and care receiver, even though it is much less familiar. I find that when the subject comes up, that’s the term I use to refer to myself, and I think it fits quite nicely. In recent years the media has been carrying many more stories about family caregiving than it ever did in the past. Newspapers for instance tend to mean family caregivers when they simply use the term caregiver. Perhaps over time caregiver will come to be the shortened form of family caregiver, but until then I think we should stick with the adjective and refer to ourselves as family caregivers to dispel confusion and to reiterate the fact that our relationship with the recipient of care is one that is based on affection and/or familial responsibility. In addition to the fact that it helps lessen feelings of isolation, there is another very good reason to adopt the title of family caregiver, and that’s because it provides us with some very significant power, power to help bring about changes that can make a positive difference in our loved ones care and the quality of life of our entire family.
Many of the family caregivers that are uncomfortable thinking of themselves as caregivers, also don’t see that caregiving can easily be like a job, more work and responsibility than was ever possible before the advent of modern medicine. They just don’t see the connection between the difficulties of caregiving and the fact that our healthcare system was never set up to help patients with chronic conditions, which of course is what our loved ones have. That’s why Medicare is in such sad shape these days. It is paying doctors to put people in the hospital but not to spend time talking with them, answering their questions, giving them advise and counsel. As advocates for our loved ones, as advocates for us as their family caregivers, we must come together and speak with a common voice that says we want, and need our healthcare system to be more responsive to people with chronic conditions. After all the majority of healthcare expenditures are spent on people with chronic conditions. Let’s make that money work for us by providing the type of care and services we need.
This is our issue good quality, affordable healthcare that is consumer focused and consumer friendly. Healthcare that is flexible so that it meets the needs of individuals, and healthcare that respects families and considers family caregivers as real members of the healthcare team. If we don’t stand up and demand it, why should we think it will ever come to be?
(originally posted 11-20-2008)
There is a difference between aging and getting old. The first is something that you’ll do , just as a matter of course, with each and every breath you take until you make your next phasal transition. Getting “old” is totally a mindset; it’s avoidable and should be consciously avoided at all costs, like anthrax or a plague. We must learn to age with grace and respect. We must learn to respect the wisdom (where it exists) that comes with the experience of aging. At the risk of sounding too cliche’ we’ve all heard that we should strive to live each day as if it were our last. We need to, as a society, as the sentient human being that we are, eliminate this ‘should word and replace it with the word MUST. If we approached each day and the moments in each day with this mindset, the aging factor would become a non-factor; a non-issue.
We must, absolutely stop striving (at least in our American society) to have ‘retirement” as a goal. That goal, this false goal of rewarding ourselves after a ‘job well done’ “age” with kicking back and doing nothing is a procrastinators way of putting off an inevitable suicide…not an initial death of the physical but definitely a mental and then an emotional one. The physical death (generally speaking) , unfortunately, follows not long after.
I see it all too often during some of my volunteer activities with seniors. I am met sometimes with vapid stares where autonomic, physiologic activity continues to take place but not much else…behind those eyes…I know, can feel even sometimes a wanting, a yearning to do, be engaged in something, anything…but just existing. A scream every now and then would be better in some cases than the deafening and crushing silence I am met with from those who are with us, continuing to age in such a less than honorable and humane manner
So, I am assisting my mother (76) and have been for the past 13 years to fight the good fight to be as vibrant of a participant in her life as the ‘dementia diagnosis’ continues to fight it’s fight as well. In providing reinforcement for my father’s fight (86 – long distance),where ‘the mind is willing the body is unable’, helping fight his good fight is a little bit easier.
This is where I get the mantra of ‘Don’t Retire; ReTool and ReNew’. This is what I know. This is what I do.