Sahara your literally spot on, I’m living it with my dad and he was a stroke victim on top of it and then mom had one last year...
Thank you for that.
I’m sorry about your dad. We learned a lot, and learned a lot the hard way. There is so much more that I didn’t and can’t relate on a semi public site.
Hopefully my advice helps and saves someone some of the strain and heartbreak that we went through. It was my mom and I would do it again but I wish I knew then what I know now.
Probably the single biggest asset that we had was the Alzheimer’s support group. Without that base of knowledge and support it would have been much, much worse.
My mom lasted longer than most, probably because she was so physically fit. She had the first noticeable symptoms for probably two years living on her own. As she got more erratic it became obvious that she couldn’t live on her own. So we literally had to kidnap her and spirit her away to our house in the arctic. She was with us for three years. It wasn’t all bad, but it is literally a grind, relentlessly wearing you down. My wife and then adolescent daughter were real gems. After three years we again kidnapped her and moved her to a truly amazing facility in Yellowknife. This place was phenomenal, laid out like a Disney resort. I would have gladly moved in. Cost to us was CAN$800. Thanks to my mom’s brilliant investing and saving her monthly income was CAN$3300 per month, so she actually MADE money in care.
She lived in there for seven years. The average lifespan of a dementia patient is three to five years, start to finish.
Her brilliant investing is what ultimately ruined her family. My mom was very smart; not only as an investor but personally. She made an end of life plan, a bullet proof will, and placed my sister as executor. I had legal guardianship of her while she was alive. She had a few hundred thousand in the bank. As she became more mentally diminished both of my brothers went after her assets. My younger brother for cash, my older brother for her house and bank account . My sister held firm to the will, as she was supposed to do. It got very, very ugly as both of them wanted me as an ally against my sister, which I refused. As a result I have not spoken to or heard from my younger brother since, and when my older brother was dying of cancer I had to tell him to never contact me again. A tough thing to say.
Dementia, Alzheimer’s, whatever label people want to call it, it doesn’t matter. It sucks. And more and more people are facing the same struggle that we faced. Many of their stories are remarkably similar to mine, in particular siblings going after free money.