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‘I’m too young to need a walker!’ A fall and fracture jolt an independent life in a comfy Stonestown apartment

May 16, 2022

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‘I’m too young to need a walker!’ A fall and fracture jolt an independent life in a comfy Stonestown apartment

I didn’t want a caregiver. My daughter and my sisters were determined to get me one. I had broken my wrist in a fall and couldn’t do anything with a sling on my arm. Everyone who stopped by my apartment to see how I was doing had to open a jar or a bottle of Ensure before they left.

Laundry was impossible, especially bed linen and towels. Getting dressed was hard, one-armed. Dishes were not getting done as I couldn’t get the sling, and later the hard cast, wet. Showers were worse: I was sticking my hand into a plastic bag and securing it with a scrunchy to keep the cast dry.

So, I did need help with some of the details of daily living. The situation was complicated by my Parkinson’s disease and my weight loss over the past year. My family thought I would forget to eat or exist on Trader Joe’s chicken pot pies and mini croissants. To be fair, this was the second bad fall I’d had in four months, and they were afraid I would fall in the bathtub or hit my head on the coffee table.

What would they do all day?

Still, hiring someone to come into my quiet apartment for five hours a day felt like an intrusion. Into what I’m not sure. It isn’t like I’m racketeering or anything. What would a caregiver do all day? What would I do all day?

Expressing these thoughts aloud, however, led to overheard whispered conversations that I was “resistant.” Nevertheless, they persisted. My daughter found an agency in the Bay Area and interviewed and hired a caregiver before I knew what happened. She was clearly tired of worrying from Atlanta, where she’d moved with her husband before the pandemic.

Mary Hunt has recovered from her wrist injury, but due to some Parkinsons’ symptoms still pays for a caregiver to help her with cooking and clothes cleaning. Laundry machines are in the basement of her high-rise building. The countertop dishwasher was purchased during her recovery. (Photo by Robin Evans)

Truth be told, the real issue was that I felt embarrassed to need a caregiver. None of my friends had one, unless it was a neighborhood teenager to do laundry or a family member to drop off groceries. My neurologist had suggested a walker. A walker? I was only 76! Far too young to have a walker. Aren’t they only for the terminally infirm?

I loftily told my New York sister that a walker didn’t conform to my self-image. She quickly snipped back, “What about a black eye or a broken nose? Do they conform to your self-image?” My San Francisco sister seemed determined to swaddle me in bubble wrap and sit me down on the couch for the foreseeable future, a medical alert pendant swinging around my neck.                                             

I’m not the only one

The carapace of my denial was finally breached when I ran into my 94-year-old neighbor in the elevator. “Of course, everyone hates to give up their independence,” she said, as she talked about her decision to donate her car to a charity and take taxis everywhere. I realized I wasn’t the only person facing this new change of life. In fact, the U.S. Census Bureau reports, 76.4 million people who are or soon could be in the same position: That’s the number of people born between 1946 and 1964 – the baby boomers. By 2030, all boomers still living will be over 65.

When asked how she’d feel if she could no longer keep up with her life’s complexities, an 80-year-old friend shot back, “Defeat.” I mulled that over, her answer confirming my sense of being too young to need a helper; I should be able to cook and clean and take care of myself.

But then I thought: Someone else is doing my laundry. Making lunch and dinner for me three days a week with leftovers for the days she wasn’t there. Tidying up my bedroom while I’m having lunch. Ironing! Organizing the linen closet. Folding pillowcases and dish towels. Driving me to appointments, picking up prescriptions at the drugstore.

Truly a blessing

Thus, it dawned: This isn’t defeat! It’s a blessing. and I’m lucky to still be compos mentis enough to appreciate it.

Another brick on the road to acceptance has been my realization that I am now prepared for the inevitable decline, at least physically. My shower is decked out with a shower chair, a spray holder and a caddy stuck securely to the wall, filled with smaller bottles of bath gel, shampoo and conditioner.

And last, but not least, my family isn’t worrying about me so much.

So, while I hope this period of care ends with my regaining some pounds and enough strength to push open the laundry room door, I know I’ll be ready to accept help when I need it again – with grace and gratitude. In the meantime, I’ll take my purple walker up to Trader Joe’s and Target and do some errands.

Next in the Series:

Sunday, May 8: Tending to aging seniors in their homes a necessary and noble but undervalued occupation – rewarding but challenging, emotionally and physically. Debbie Gilli had always loved being around her grandmother and her in-laws. She simply liked older people. It wasn’t much of a stretch to become a caregiver. Anna Kivalu likes the look into other lived worlds she gets when helping clients. Lourdes Dobarganes gets clients to salsa dance with her to strengthen their balance and keep them moving. She’s also been known to have them hug trees for a positive energy experience. They have few complaints about their work, but would like to make more money and have benefits like sick leave or workers compensation. Those obstacles are barriers to the supply of caregivers keeping up with the demand for their services.

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  1. Ms. Hunt is exactly the sort of consumer we support at the Independent Living Resource Center San Francisco (ILRCSF.) ILRCSF is all about supporting and advocating for people with disabilities who want to live as independently as possible. I hope Ms. Hunt and others reach out to us for support in this area - be it helping the source durable medical equipment and assistive technology, figuring out their healthcare options, putting together a workable budget, or even setting them up to attend Zoom-based adaptive yoga classes we host - all of our services are absolutely FREE of charge. People have the right to live as independently as they choose.

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