6 weeks ago we had to have my elderly, (83 years old), mother move in with us. It started about 3 months ago when we found out that she was ill and didn't tell us. By the time I found out and took her to the doctor she had a irregular heart beat and both her lungs had fluid in them. She was kept in the hospital for a week, given several prescriptions and follow up visits with a heart doctor were arranged. 2 weeks later she fell in her apartment and broke 3 ribs. Back tot he hospital. They kept her for 3 days this time, because they had to be careful with the pain killers and the other medicine she was on. About 4 weeks after that she became very ill again, and I found out she wasn't taking her medicine. I took her back to the hospital again because she couldn't breathe and had pains in her chest. They kept her for over a week because they couldn't get the medicine levels right in her blood, and put her on a very strong blood thinner along with several other meds. The Head doctor took me asside and explained to me she could not be released unless she would be living with someone from now on. So I agreed.
That brings me to where I am now. She is now living with us, but she is literally just a shell of herself. She has lost alot of weight, her mind is going, and she has 2 doctors appointments every week. It is very hard to watch her waste away.
She is now (for the last 4 days), constantly talking about people that have passed away a long time ago. Especially her parents. She demands to know why they haven't come to see her. When I explain to her that they are dead, it is like it is the first time she's hearing about it. Should I not tell her these people are dead? Is there anything I can say that would make it better?
Today was by far the worst yet, When she awoke this morning, she was crying and telling me she didn't want to go to school. I assured her the best I could that she didn't have to. we slowly got over that, and then she went into what I can only call a tantrum of some sort. She pulled all the towels in the bathroom down, threw all the papers on the kitchen counter all over the floor and then finally threw a small vase across the room. Again all because she didn't want to go to school. My wife called the doctored, and he heard her screaming and yelling, and told my wife that he is calling a prescription in for a sedative. My wife picked it up, we finally got her to take it and she has been calm again for the last while.
I am fearing that the time is approaching quickly where we will have to start looking into a nursing home because I just don't know what else to do for her. Any one out there dealing with something similar? Any words of advise?
Thanks for the help in advance