Recovery from Pneumonia
When he first came home from the hospital back in April, my grandpa was fighting pneumonia and required a lot of around the clock care. Too weak to walk or even breathe without help, he stayed on oxygen and needed somebody to do pretty much everything for him. Many nurses and therapists were in and out of the home on a daily basis, and there were several exercises, treatments, and medications that he required throughout the day. He needed help drinking, standing, walking, using the bathroom, etc.
I’ve been so blessed to be able to care for him through the healing process, and am excited to report that my grandpa, whom I affectionately named Dada when I was a baby, is back to his strong self again. It has been amazing to watch him improve so quickly. He is now able to sleep in his own bedroom upstairs, is off the breathing machine, doesn’t need any more Nebulizer treatments, has been discharged from the nurses and therapists, and is up and about on his own.
At first glance, it would seem that he no longer needs anybody to stay with him. I do wish that was the case. Unfortunately, the continuing progression of Alzheimer’s has made it unsafe for him to live alone. The biggest concerns, I think, are that he will get lost or hurt, or will be in serious need of help and won’t be able to call for it. But we also know that he needs interaction and stimulation on a daily basis in order to slow down the loss of cognitive abilities.
Our Days Together
As his full-time caregiver, I am responsible for making sure he is eating well, taking his meds, getting some exercise and stimulation, monitoring his condition… basically keeping him healthy and happy.
My days are different now that I live with Dada, but we are equally as happy and continue to keep busy. Monday through Friday the children and I keep Dada company and take care of things around the house, then Friday night we go home for a little break. Somebody else in the family takes over for the weekend until Sunday night when the children and I return. We’re always glad in the evenings when Jerry, my husband, gets off of work and joins us for dinner. He stays with us until the kids are tucked in bed, then he goes home to feed and water the animals and get the chores done before hitting the sack himself. We have come to treasure the weekends when we can spend a couple of full days together as a family.
The children have probably been the biggest asset to Dada’s mental health. They keep him laughing, playing, and engaged.
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