Sunday, 19 September 2010
Being Really Old
People of my age (60), are becoming known as the 'sandwich' generation: we have our own grandchildren but also, very elderly parents. There are now many articles in all the magazines with suggestions as to how to cope for all concerned. My dad, 93, is soldiering on, still living next door to my brother and his wife. Last week he was fitted with a permanent catheter, after a year of increasing difficulty in passing uring, but not telling anyone. For most people, this is easy to manage but not when you are bent over at 90 degrees, extremely thin and weak, almost deaf and classified blind. It is hard motivating dad to continue. Someone has to deal with the catheter as he can't see to change the bags himself. We have to try to teach him to at least flick the valve to empty the bag into something at lunchtimes, as he is alone most of the time, as my brother and sister-in-law work. At least he is in the home in which he knows his way around and of which he has a mental picture stemming from before he was almost blind. He can see light and dark. Isn't he lucky. NB. The gentleman in this picture is only 79.