Why are there always pictures of happy people on the covers
of nursing home brochures? That’s not
what the residents typically look like….. at least not in my experience. My father is in a Skilled Nursing home right
now for rehab after a recent hospital stay.
My father, as I mentioned in my reason for my ‘Experimenting with
Gratitude’, has Alzheimer’s. A few
months ago, he had pneumonia. He only
has one kidney, can’t empty his bladder on his own, and therefore, has a foley
catheter inserted at all times. His
short term memory is gone and his long term memory has also dwindled to near
nothing. He has no quality of life. How would anyone expect him to look like the
faces on the brochure covers?
I visit him every day.
Not because he remembers who I am (on any given day, he might think I’m
his daughter, sister, wife, friend) but because I remember who he is…..or at
least was. My father was a hard working
man who believed his family was his most prized asset in the world. He spoke three languages fluently, and now he
utters one word replies.
He has lost connection with most of his world. But, through my caring for him for the last
three years, we’ve developed a strong bond.
Even when I have a bad day, I fake it for his sake. I leave my troubles at the door and greet him
with a smile and a hug. Some days, we
don’t use words and just communicate with our eyes, a touch of the arm, a kiss
on his forehead, or a pat on his hand.
He knows I understand him because I reassure him every day that “we’re a
team”. He believes me. And that makes all of the difference. Even when he has a good day, he doesn’t look
like the brochure covers.
I know my father and I see him light up. And, that is what keeps me going.
I relayed this experience to a friend and he replied, “Your
father does not ‘light up’ when he sees you.
He reflects the light you bring.”
This was by far one of the greatest compliments I could have
received. This sentiment will stay with
me always. For that, and for the time
with my father, I am grateful!
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