In February of 2022, Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
His cognitive abilities were declining at a pretty quick pace. Puzzles he liked to do every day became harder and harder for him. He wasn’t able to use reason and logic to solve simple KenKen’s any more.
We were instructed by the neurologist to have Dad take a driving assessment. He failed pretty spectacularly and they took away his license at the end of April of 2022.
I was taking him to appointments and brought him to my house to spend the days with us.
We started looking at Memory Care facilities in the area knowing that this was the next step. We found a place very close to where we live and they had everything we were looking for. We filled out all the paperwork and had our name on the list.
In the first week of June 2022, he had a defining moment. He woke up at 6:30am and was wandering around his neighborhood knocking on peoples’ doors asking if anyone knew who he was. That day, I moved him into my house. Since Shira is away at school, we were able to have him in her room.
We were doing ok for awhile, but it soon became apparent that I needed help. I called an Alzheimer’s home care group, Touching Hearts, and they were able to coverage around the clock. It was a godsend. I can’t say enough nice things about them.
June 15th 2022. Dad wakes up agitated and naked. He was threatening to rape and kill people, refused to get dressed, refused to eat or drink. He went to go lay down at 10am to rest.
June 16th 2022. It’s now 10am the next day and I can’t wake my dad up. I was pretty freaked out and called an ambulance. We spent the next two weeks at Albany Med. They ran every test they had – all came back clean. They couldn’t find anything that would explain this sudden change in his behavior nor the 24+ hours of sleeping. They were so understaffed, I was doing basic nursing tasks. My dad was not able to advocate for himself so I had to. I was with him almost 24 hours a day for the next month.
The social worker at the hospital was trying to find a rehab place for my father to be transferred to so he could get his strength back after being in bed for a month. I did a ton of research, made phone calls, pulled every string I had and came up with nothing. No beds available. After another week, we found a rehab place that had space for him. It was 5 minutes from my house and I felt like I could take a breath for the first time.
June 30th 2022. Dad is now settled in rehab, I have brought him his clothes and some of his favorite snacks. First night goes ok. First day goes ok.
July 3rd 2022. I get a call from the rehab place – Dad has bit one of the staff members and broke a computer.
July 4th 2022. I get a call from the rehab place – Dad has punched one of the staff members. and broke another computer.
July 5th 2022. I get a call from the rehab place – Dad has thrown his roommate’s wheelchair across the room, and had almost broken a staff member’s nose. They called the police and an ambulance and had my father taken to Samaritan hospital. They have a high risk ER section.
Heading to Samaritan to see my dad. 3 hours into our stay at Samaritan, their social worker comes in and talks to me about my dad’s history and current situation. She tells me she knows of a place that is perfect for my dad and she wants to be sure there is an available bed and goes to make a phone call. She comes back and says, they have a bed and will be here in two hours to take Dad there.
At first I was in shock, then I cried. I told her she was the first person to help me in almost a month. I couldn’t stop crying as I was filling out the paper work. The doctor who oversees the nursing home, the nurse who lives there full time and two of their aides came and took my dad.