Showing posts with label rehab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rehab. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Broken Hip: 97-year-old's Fall, Surgery, Rehab, Amazing Recovery Chronicled--Part 2

Rehab--Attitude and Reality
A broken hip makes one helpless.  Can't move, can't get up and do what you and I take for granted daily.  Excellent doctor, successful surgery, excellent rehab facility. Yet as R lay flat on her back in a hospital bed after admission to the rehab center, we realized there would be "down days" and physically-challenging work ahead.
The importance of attitude loomed front and center.  First concern--whether a proud, successfully independent 97-year-old woman would have the will to endure, and recover from, almost complete dependency accompanied by the pain remaining after surgery and accompanying the physical therapy.
Control and Empowering: We couldn't control much, but wanted R to feel empowered, not like a helpless little old lady.  She'd never considered herself that way, that would be so undermining. To this end, we immediately requested that the staff call her by her first name, never "honey" or "sweety" (or any other too familiar or what she might consider a diminishing pet name so commonly used in care facilities).
Next, we asked R to give us orders--where to put things, what things she wanted us to bring her from home, what we could do to make the room more user friendly for her etc. etc. That gave her a smidge of control. Within a week, she also tried to control what little she could.  "Pick the dead leaves off that plant, she would instruct.  "I don't want to look at dead leaves," she'd emphasize." "I don't want clutter in this room," she'd say. We complied with any "orders".  Her mind worked well, we wouldn't interfere unless asked.
Adjustment: The first week in an institutional setting is similar to a child's going to school for the first time: unfamiliar routines, new people, different food, expectations, surprising disappointments. When we don't feel good, we're weak, we lack energy and we're not mobile. We may not feel much like adjusting.  We may be cranky or worse.  Understandable, isn't it?  Here's where focusing on the big picture helps.
What's the goal? keeping the goal always in mind, helps dilute the disappointments, insults, temporary setbacks--equally applicable to help aging parents and their children.  The goal in R's case was to be able to walk again, have independence and not be confined to a wheelchair. But R had an intermediate goal because of her surgeon's instructions to the rehab center: "no weight on the left leg for 90 days," then an X'ray to be certain the hip was healed, before regular walking could be added to her physical therapy routine.
Patience: Unbeknownst to us, until she told us she had passed the half-way mark of 45 days, R was mentally crossing off the days until her return to the surgeon and X'ray--90 days.    ....to be continued

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Aging Parent, Broken Hip, Schedules Interrupted

Flexibility when an aging parent's health event interrupts their children's lives--important.  We know. We also know there are only 24 hours in a day.  Squeezing things in and omitting and prioritizing take on new importance. This is my life at the moment.
I flew out to be with senior advisor R, my 97-year-old mother-in law, who has just spent day 45 in rehab.  "They" (whoever that is) say it takes 90 days before older people's hips have healed /mended or whatever enough to be able to put weight on the hip.  That means 45 more days at the rehab center and R is crossing off each one.
The physical therapy is excellent, which is the reason we selected this place. It is convenient to her home, several thousand miles from ours, but not from where we stay when we're here.  However, we must drive over an hour daily--which is the reason I just came out again.  My only-child husband has been doing that daily drive for three weeks (flying home  2 weekends); I can give him some time off.
And so I'm on my way to the rehab center--with a stop at the local library to post this.  This article, in Wednesday's NY Times, A Woman's Journey From an Artist's Barn To a Mansion's Wall          http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/10/nyregion/10cityroom.html is an interesting, enjoyable read that I want to share with you.  It features a woman of privilege and wealth and a centenarian of neither privilege nor wealth from what I gather, whose 64-year-old daughter (with whom she lives) accompanied her on an unusual trip back in time.
I wonder if living with her daughter (who possibly never married since she uses her mother's last name which is, of course, her "maiden" name) contributed to her reaching 100 years of age and seemingly aging so well.

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