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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

End of Life Care Decisions: More Gray Than Black and White


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Months ago, I shared a personal situation with our readers which faces millions of Americans everyday and certainly billions around the world -- caring for an elderly loved one.  Some years ago, my grandmother was completing a health care proxy and decided to list me as the primary person to make health care decisions should she be unable to speak for herself.  She was afraid that if given the opportunity, other family members would keep her hooked up to machines indefinitely though there was no chance of recovery.  My husband and I also filled out health care proxies many years ago, and at the time, my understanding of the proxy was rather black and white.  I thought only of a situation where I was hooked up to a respirator with no brain activity or another similar grave condition.  Being a  health care proxy in New York state, and likely other states as well, is much more than that.  Since my grandmother became a resident in the local nursing home, the shades of gray in my responsibility have brought more questions than answers. 

My grandmother has had six difficult months since her admission including severe anxiety attacks, falls from trying to get up in the night though she cannot walk, skin tears, hospitalization for iron deficiency and dehydration, occasional dips in oxygen levels, constant confusion which places her in a dream-like state within a bubble of reality and a perceived loneliness though family visits her every day.  As her health care proxy, I receive a call for everything.  My aunt has her power of attorney yet neither she nor her three sisters have a say about health care matters.  I find myself on-edge every time the phone rings in the evening, or God forbid, the middle of the night.  It is my honor to see to the physical well-being of my dear grandmother, a woman who was really more like a mother to me.  It is also much more stressful than I could have ever imagined.

After her hospital stay, Grandma's doctor contacted me and asked me to see the social worker at the nursing home.  He wanted me to sign an advanced care directive - a document which breaks down every aspect of a person's care and check the appropriate boxes  - yes or no.  It was decision time and my grandmother was not receiving any extraordinary medical support.  There were no intravenous fluids, no respirator -- no machines I thought about when I heard the words health care proxy.  The decisions required of me in those moments standing at the nurses station (all while my grandmother was being comforted by someone because she was crying uncontrollably about a situation which did not exist in reality) were gut-wrenching.  How far would we go to treat any future health problems?  Would she have x-rays?  Would she have blood work?  Would we give her intravenous fluids?  Would we give her artificial nutrition?  Would we hospitalize her?  Would she have surgery?  Would she be given antibiotics if her medical condition required them to get better?

As a family, we agreed to keep her comfortable.  We also agreed not to put her through tests which would cause great stress - CT scans, MRIs and the like.  The Church instructions about hydration and nutrition are spelled out for people in a vegetative state or facing imminent death, but what about someone who is in fairly good health considering her advanced age and vascular dementia?  She does not remember to ask for a drink, though at times she is thirsty.  She also thinks that since there is a top on her cup they offer her that the drink is not water but some sort of gel.  She will tap at the top of her cup and say, "See.  This is awful.  It's some sort of gel they put in there."  Yes, she can speak that clearly.  Do we force her to drink in order that she stay hydrated?  We offer her soda, juice, milkshakes, etc. and someone brings her treats nearly every day. My aunt even bought her water bottles and the nursing home made a space in their refrigerator so that she can have her own bottles of water.    We prompt her to eat, and the food they serve is quite good, but her appetite is 1/4 of what it was just months ago.  She thinks they serve the same food everyday, though their menu is clearly varied. 

The doctor has indicated that her health is slowly winding down.  Her kidney function has been low for about a year now.  With her spotty eating habits, her iron level is likely to diminish once again.  I pray every day for her - and for me - that I make decisions in regard to her care that reflect God's will.  Making this even more difficult is the fact that only one of her four daughters has any faith at all.

While studying Church teaching and placing that guideline alongside the situation my grandmother currently faces, I find there are no clear answers.  One must extrapolate which statements apply to a personal situation and hope the Holy Spirit speaks in the heart when time for the next decision comes.  Fluids and nutrition, even artificial nutrition, are to be used if the person is to live indefinitely.  If the fluid and nutrition causes stress on organs or systems of a dying person, they may be discontinued.  If death is imminent, hydration and nutrition can be stopped if it will not hasten death.  What constitutes dying?   Who decides if the hydration and nutrition measures cause stress or not?  Dealing with nurses, social workers and doctors who are secularized makes it very difficult to know whose best interest they have in mind.  I did the best I could in making choices on the document I filled out.  I was assured by the social worker that this only is to serve as a guide to the floor nurses and is not 'written in stone'.

I feel so ill-equipped for this awesome responsibility.  Pray for me and my dear grandmother.
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UPDATE:  March 2011  

In the autumn of 2010, I received a call from the nursing home at 6:30 a.m. and the nurse told me that my grandmother had fallen sometime in the night but appeared be uninjured.  At this point, she had lost nearly 70 lbs. since she was admitted and lost any cushion she had on her bottom.  They believed that she had awakened to use the bathroom and made it no further than the linoleum floor next to her bed.  Since she became a resident at the nursing home, she has never been able to understand how to use the call button and had fallen several times.  A few days later, during a visit with family members, she told them her hip hurt horribly.  They called the ambulance and had her taken to the emergency room for x-rays and sure enough, her hip was broken.  I raced to the emergency room and found her to be terribly anxious and she kept trying to roll onto the broken hip instead of away from it.  They had given her something for the pain and we had to wait for the surgeon to come and discuss with us the options - more difficult decisions needed to be made.  He indicated two options:  she could have surgery or go back to the nursing home that night.  He said that the pain would be the same in intensity and duration with or without the surgery.  She never was going to walk again with either option and up to this point could only walk with two-person assist and her walker for a very short distance.  She had become as comfortable as she could possibly be with her surroundings at the nursing home and had grown attached to some of the aids and nurses.  We knew what surgery would mean for her - extreme stress of being moved to yet another environment surrounded by strangers, frightening sounds and discomfort and the possibility of complications due to the surgery.  We took her back to the nursing home, praying and hoping that we made the best decision for her.

After a couple of weeks passed, she no longer complained about hip pain and started trying to squirm out of her chair and get up.  No form of restraint is legal in the state of New York - even if it means a patient or nursing home resident falls onto the floor.  The best they can do is to place soft mats on the floor around the person. She continues to struggle with extreme anxiety which is unpredictable and washes over her in waves. We were concerned a few months back about the need to change medication so that she wasn't so tortured with delusions.  She can all at the same time know who you are, understand where she is, yet think that someone she loves has died or was kidnapped.  A meeting was arranged with the Psychologist, Physician and team that helps to care for her so that the family could share concerns and ask questions.  The Psychologist told the Physician that the meds he had prescribed were an outdated means to treat the elderly and that something else would most likely work better.  He also noted that they had listed in her paperwork that we wanted her to receive only comfort care.  Well, comfort care means something quite specific to those in the medical field and something quite vague to most lay persons.  Comfort care, at least in our state, means no treatment of any chronic problem.  No blood pressure medication, no thyroid medication, no anything except for what gives comfort to the patient, ie: tylenol, lip balm on sore lips, etc.  This had not been our wishes at all!  The Psychologist was shocked that she was still receiving the meds that she was with 'comfort care' marked in her binder.  We wanted her comfortable, but to us, that meant to keep her alive as well!  We did not want to hasten her death by withholding something that was simple to administer and was by no means extraordinary.  Soooo... we amended the orders to clearly indicate our intentions for her care.

While visiting with her two days ago, she told me she just feels like mud.  I told her that sometimes we all feel like mud and that's okay.  God made the mud, too, and if it is good enough for Him...

We continue to suffer watching her suffer this living purgatory and enjoy brief glimpses of when she is fairly coherent, funny and reminiscing about times long since past.

UPDATE: October 2011 - New Post HERE
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Friday, June 19, 2009

Excuse My Absence, Please


Over the past several months, I have been helping to care for my now eighty-eight year old grandmother. Most frequently, I had the morning through afternoon shift and either one of my aunts or my mother would be my replacement later in the day. It has been a very stressful time blended with many blessings. I am blessed that I have most of my days available to help a woman who would have gladly come to my aide if it were needed - and she did too many times to count over the forty years of my life.

I have been wanting to share so many things I have learned over the last season or two spending day after day with my grandmother but haven't really had the time or strength. It started with mild confusion slowly increasing in intensity. Then came horrible waves of anxiety as she felt the world as she knew it slipping from her grasp. I would get a call in the night because she pressed the medical alert button and was unresponsive. I entered her apartment only to find her sitting in a chair wondering what I was doing out so late at night. She began to see people who were clearly not there and insisted that she could not get them to awaken. Though still living 'on her own', she was alone only during the night and was accompanied by one of her daughters or myself during the day. That changed when I arrived an hour earlier than usual because I felt something was wrong. I found her walking the hallway of the apartment building emotionally distraught, trying to find her way out. Then her daughters began taking turns spending the night with her. She was accompanied 24 hours a day and it was clear that something more drastic had to be done. Everyone was growing weary and we began looking into local nursing homes.

Certainly a nursing home is no one's dream situation but it is one of necessity for so many people suffering with health problems due to advanced age. Some family members were reluctant to face the reality which was dawning, and I don't blame them. It has progressed over the past several months and finally, this past week, she didn't know I was her granddaughter. She recognized me and assured me that she "had heard good things about" me. The worst of it was really the increased emotional swings she was experiencing. As the anxiety and tearful bouts were becoming overwhelming for all of us, the call came that they had a room available at one of the local nursing homes. They could take her in just three days.

We did not tell her that they had a placement for her as it would have only caused more anxiety for her. She had known for several weeks that we were on two different waiting lists and that it was the only option left. Thankfully, she was in support of the move. I was to be with her in the morning and afternoon of her last day in her apartment and only my mother and I were emotionally able to take her to the nursing home.

We told her about an hour before we were to take her and she accepted the news quite well. She followed us into her bedroom and we asked for her help in choosing a few outfits to take. My mother and I packed some belongings for her and assured her that we would bring the rest up later for her. They had arranged for her to have a roommate familiar to her which helped to sweeten the bitter pill she had to swallow; the cross she knew she must carry as there was no alternative. Her eighty-eighth birthday had been the previous day so we packed a booklet of family pictures I had given her along with the many cards and boxes of chocolates she received. She left her apartment without hesitation as we took the long walk to the waiting car. I drove and she asked why I was going down the street I chose; she knew where she was going and also knew that we were not on the street the nursing home is located. I knew Jesus was with us that day because I had asked Him to please help us get through the day. None of us could get through it alone.

Not a week has passed since we moved my dear grandmother and there have been some big challenges for each of us in the family. I took a Crucifix up to her yesterday and hung it on the wall after letting her look it over. She was so appreciative. We spent a couple of hours with her, some of it in the present; some of it in an obscure world that doesn't exist; the rest in the past. We left as dinner time was approaching for her and she was sure to let us know that the food was really quite good. "Just like something you'd have at home," she said. She was sitting in her new recliner and wanted to catch a nap before they came to get her for dinner. I gave her a hug and kiss and promised to see her again real soon. She had a pretty good day yesterday, considering. +Deo gratias+