Parenting Your Parent – Stories of Five Loving
Daughters
Roshan Jacob
My previous article was
about “Compassion Fatigue”, and the case study I started off is about a woman
named Krishnaprabha, who finally decided to quit her ‘caregiving assignment’. Imagining our parents as feeble or infirm is a difficult thought to bear, but the reality is that millions of
people, like Krishnaprabha are currently caring for a chronically ill, disabled
or aged family member or friend. Majority of those
caregivers are women. When
caregiving is thrusted on you, many of us feel unprepared and overwhelmed, with
no precedent to guide us through this challenging time. To help ease the
isolation and juggling often felt by caregivers, I portray five brave loving daughters who share their stories, each highlighting the complex
emotional, physical and financial tolls. This is a compilation of the
experiences of few primary caregivers.
"I became a parent to my parents."
Vidhya Mahadevan
Mrs. Mahaden relocated from Singapore to Bangalore where her parents
live after retiring from Hosur. It was a bit strange for many of her relatives
when they came to know that she was relocating
just to be with her parents in their old age. At times she feels it was
too much for her but she continued with grit and determination. Let’s listen to
her own words.
“When I
realised that shuttling between countries is not sufficient, I decided to take
a plunge. Caregiving to a parent starts gradually: initially a doctor’s
appointment here, a lab appointment there, and before I knew it, I was managing
all of healthcare needs and eventually, all of their life needs. No, not
managing—let’s be specific, micromanaging. I became a parent to my parents. I
made them ‘baby food’ and fed them by the spoonful; I tucked them in at night
and often get up to change diapers. The caregiver can become sicker than the
patient because she neglects taking care of herself. This is a silent
epidemic.”
"I was always with my mother fearing
something would happen if I weren't around”, Leila Thomas.
Leila explained how she cared for
her terminally ill mother and continued her studies side by side. It was a
harrowing time for her as they couldn’t hire a professional care giver due to their
financial difficulty. Just before her mother diagnosed with cancer, her sister
married and a whole lot of money was spent for her marriage. Then came the
costlier cancer treatment, which literally eroded all their savings. One good
thing happened is when her brother got a good opening in an MNC. Here is her
story how she survived this harrowing time.
“My mother was diagnosed
with stage 3 breast
cancer in 2013. They told her she only had
six months to live, she was sort of a fighter and she fought back aggressively.
It's hard to get all in your feelings when you see someone so determined to
live…. She turned those six months into five years. No doubt she was my
superhero. After graduating college, I told her I was putting off design
school, but she insisted it. She breathed life into my dreams and encouraged me
to go into the world and live my life. During my first year of design school, I
was her primary caretaker, and naturally I did terrible in school. I had
professors and family tell me to quit, but I knew that’s not what mother
wanted. Still, I lived in constant fear that something would happen if I
weren't around. My second year of design school, my dad got laid off, which was
a surprise blessing: He became her primary caretaker, so we’d rotate night time
shifts and weekends with my aunts who stopped by during the day. My mother was
never alone.”
"I had to attend therapy sessions to build
the strength to deal with it all." Nirupama Koppikar
Nirupama came to me for counselling
few years back as she was completely distraught as she thinks things are going
out of hand. A bipolar disorder father, not so smart mother, insensitive
siblings made her life miserable. Father and mother, both were central government
employees and thus drawing pensions. Though money issues are nil, managing the
parents was an emotional roller coaster.
She was vocal about her siblings attitude. In the bargain she lost her
job and got into depression.
“My dad
had severe bipolar disorder. Back then, it was not as well known as it is today
and no one told us it was a disease until I came to you for a counseling. He
was also diabetic and had heart disease, leading to by-pass surgery. He was
verbally intimidating and abusive, and my mother was too ignorant to understand
his illness, too weak to leave him, and never supportive. They had a very difficult
marriage, and I was always caught in the middle because I was the only sibling
living in the city. My brothers stayed away from the scene as if it was my
duty. There were times where we had to have him institutionalized and treated,
and I’d go from the hospital to work the next morning, or from the hospital,
home to change, and then to work. He was so cunning, though, and he’d manage to
convince his doctors that he was fine and could go home. I got so depressed I lost
my job for almost one year. I did therapy during this time so I could build the
strength to deal with it all. I finally decided to prepare a bunch of paperwork
on his condition and calmly sat with him to explain everything one Saturday
afternoon. ‘These are things that you do, dad; it's not that you want to. I
just want you to understand,’ I explained. First time I saw him very receptive.
That was the last time I saw him alive. The following Monday he had a massive
heart attack and passed away, but I have a comfort in my heart from that
conversation. I was 34 when he died and dealt with his illness for almost a
decade.”
"I was
forced to care my father but in the end It was satisfying”, Revathy Sukumaran
Revathy
was pulled into the vortex of caregiving knowingly or unknowingly. Her father
left her small family of three consisting of her mother and younger brother.
Her mother, a nurse in the government services all alone did the parenting. It
was bitter days and lot of resentment about her father’s waywardness. When
Revathy heard that her father was diagnosed with cancer, initial thought was
different but for all resentments aside, she decided to visit him after 13 long
years. Here is her experience in her own words.
“I never thought I am going to be helping my
father in his sick (death) bed. My dad was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer
in 2016, and I flew to his home in Chennai to say ‘goodbye’ but ended up
staying and taking care of him. The cancer
spread faster than any of us anticipated, and while I was there for the long
weekend, the doctor gave him two weeks to live. My dad didn't have anyone to
take care of him, largely because of his wayward life style and had burned a
lot of bridges. Story has many twists and turns and I need not say much. I was
only 24 years old at the time, and I had no idea what I was doing. I need not
have to show any mercy just because he never cared for us. He had so many
different medications, difficulty breathing, and continuous pain. I slept only
two hours or so at a time while I cared for him; it was insanely difficult. I
resented having to take on a parenting role at such a young age for a parent
who hadn't been an active part of my life since my childhood. We both wanted to
be close but my mother wasn’t for it, and I wouldn't say that taking care of
him fixed all that, but he did say he was proud of me and appreciated me. I
wouldn't trade those last few days, even though they were the hardest of my
life. After two weeks, I reluctantly put him in a nursing home so I could
return to work (I lived in another state) and he died about a week later.”
" We tried
to be strong for each other, even when we were crumbling inside." Rosalind
D’Silva
I call her Rosie, and she met me in
regard of an admission of her grandfather to our care home. Though her problems
are too many one would admire her grit and determination. Rosalind is just 21
and doing her management studies and her father Thomas had a long battle with
prostate cancer. Being the eldest daughter she has two young sisters and two aged
grandparents and her mother to complete the family. Her problem was not her
ailing father but it was her abusive grandfather, whom she hate. Her
grandfather made a fortune by selling imported cars and those days it was sort
of a monopoly business as he was a pioneer. Father joined him in his business
and was doing well all these years. Grand father treats everybody as his slave
and nobody can put up with him. Handling the health issues of her terminally
ill father and an abusive grandfather was too much to handle. As a young girl,
she juggled between hospitals, dialysis centres, and business. She came to me
to address the ‘issue of grand father’. These are her words.
“My dad succumbed
to death last year when he was 55. My father lived with us for 26 years, and
much of that time he was healthy. The worst period was the six months preceding
his death. I had lived with him and my grandparents since I was three years
old, but my grandfather was no easy person with his bloated ego created hell
for everyone. My dad developed prostate complications and had diabetic
complications when he died. He had a doctor’s appointment the next week to
discuss options for improving his condition. We all knew that we were fighting
a losing battle. My mother was
my rock. We, sisters clung to each other for support. As bad as it was, we
tried to be strong for each other, even when we were crumbling inside. We felt both helpless and guilty when our dad
passed away. Finally, my 87 year old grand father outlived my father. Now I have to
manage my infirm grand parents.”
