tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31655026.post2099676567094250161..comments2024-03-29T09:51:23.874+00:00Comments on nourishing obscurity: Care of the elderly; a memoryJames Highamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31655026.post-101363210102106892007-04-16T22:05:00.000+01:002007-04-16T22:05:00.000+01:00Of course that's right. The old gentleman I was re...Of course that's right. The old gentleman I was remembering was lucky enough to leave his family's home in a coffin, but often professional care will be needed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31655026.post-67904753194927582342007-04-15T21:11:00.000+01:002007-04-15T21:11:00.000+01:00I agree with this, but it depends on the circumsta...I agree with this, but it depends on the circumstances. I remember my dads father having to live in dire circumstances later in life after he contracted severe dementia and became a danger to himself and others. He lived in the Pschiatric Hospital. He was deaf, had no idea where he was and was wasting away. When we visited, which we did every week, he was often soiled, unwashed, unkempt and disorientated. I always think about that when I envisage my future. His wife lived at home until she started having blackouts and injuring herself. She moved into a nice home, but deteriorated quickly having lost the will to live. She did control the situation, despite her protests. My mothers father was quite independent later in life and spent most of his later years into his eighties at home being looked after by carers, my mother and her brother. A much better way if you can make it work. My mum controlled his care until he was too sick to stay at home. Her mum stayed at home and had paliative care when the cancer took over.Colin Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991363859883869289noreply@blogger.com