Too good to be true

Now we can’t afford the care!!  I can’t believe my bad luck.  The carers have had to be cut down to mornings only and a couple of lunch time visits from Monday!

We knew that once mum moves in with me her house would be considered an asset but we hoped the care costs would be based on her actual income and not what the Council assume it to be! We have put her house on the market straight away, but she doesn’t have that money yet – it is all just on paper!  Plus nothing is selling in this market and we can’t afford to do it up to rent it.

We hoped we could pay any additional monies owed after her house had been sold.  But no, now 12 weeks have passed she has to pay the full cost of her care and with four carers coming in a day it amounts to over £500 a month more than she actually gets!  So not only have we lost most of our privacy in our home, given up a room and now share most of our ground floor, including the kitchen and bathroom, with complete strangers, it appears that I now have to provide the bulk of her care and pay for the privilege!!  I thought it was all too good to be true!!!

We did ask the social worker about deferred payments and he said it was only for people who had savings of less than £20,000!  Well mum has absolutely NO savings! Then he kept on about what a good pension she must have! Yet another assumption!  It possibly was good 38 years ago, but it is pretty basic now.  I know I certainly couldn’t live on it.  Eventually it dawned on him that their financial assessment left no room for food or other daily living costs, so agreed to send me the forms, but on reading them I was shocked at the costs involved in arranging this.  Nearly £1500 to set up and then they charge you compound interest – interest is charged daily, so you are paying interest on interest – with no indication as to what that interest rate might be!  And do we really want to put yet another charge on her property whilst it is up for sale?  We don’t want to risk holding things up if we did get an offer.  Plus the Council already has charges over the property for the bathroom and the stairlift, with no indication as to what that interest rate is either – on top of which we have to pay for the stairlift to be removed (even charities don’t want it!) and, if we had to rent, to have the bathroom put back!

Anyway, irrespective of all of that, it seems we are not eligible for deferred payments anyway – they are only available to people if they go into residential care!!  So there seems to be no support when you move in with family – we are just expected to pick up all the bills!

So I am left with no choice but to cut the care costs down to the bare minimum and hope we can meet those costs.  The minimum call out in the mornings for personal care is an hour.  I have to have some lunchtimes as I am at work and of course she also has to pay for her club and the watch alarm. This doesn’t include the costs of her ‘personal’ items, additional laundry, additional heating, creams and lotions and medications etc etc.  So until the house is sold we are just accumulating debt alongside a lack of sleep (I already do the night time care) and trying to manage my own household commitments and go to work. And we are faced with university fees (no student loans for graduates at medical school), accommodation costs and living expenses for my son.  I feel I am getting hit at both ends.   How I wonder does anyone else cope.  I can’t help feeling like I have been mugged by the government!

And there is no consideration of  risk?!  We were told by the hospital that she had to have full time care but I can’t provide that as I work and now we can’t afford it!                                                                                                                                                                                               We can hopefully recover some of our costs from the house sale, but then we have to worry about any tax or inheritance tax (should there be any) or future care costs, whatever so you are expected to prove everything you spend.  When you take a parent into your home to live with you, they don’t tell you about any of this!  And did I really even have a choice – we were told there were no residential care homes in our borough and the Council couldn’t afford to pay for a non-discounted home outside the borough and she could not live on her own!  I could just put her back in her house, where she would get support but it is the night-times that would be the problem and the loneliness.  I think I should start booking my flight to Switzerland as I dread to think what the future holds for me and I definitely won’t be able to afford to ever pack up working.

Playing up

I suppose it was a bit ambitious thinking I could go away for 5 weeks and not have any problems, but I had planned this trip before mum had her stroke and I thought it would have been more of a nightmare trying to change it.  My 23 year old son amazingly offered to oversee her care while I was away, give her an evening meal and help her to bed.  The carers were still coming in 4 times during the day, so it should run smoothly, or so I thought.

What did mum do?  She rang a bell (for night time emergencies) literally every 5 minutes, and was constantly demanding.  I think she thought my son was there to cater for her every need, with 24 hours constant care!  She would put the tv on really loudly to get attention, throw everything on the floor, deliberately wet herself and even wrote on the wall!!!  Not once did she say thank you to him and would just point to what she wanted.  She was also rude to a friend who was staying with us, who was kindly popping in to chat and take her cups of tea or the occasional meal if mum was hungry.  She told her she was fat 4 times and that she had never had a ‘real’ job (she was a PhD student!). Mum couldn’t understand why they stopped going in to talk to her.  I could say she was overly anxious and didn’t know what she was doing, but she has admitted to me in the past that she does know.

This isn’t dementia or a consequence of growing old, it is her personality sadly.  She can be very nice to others who are not close, although she has admitted to saying unkind things to friends on occasion.  Every few years my brother goes through a period of refusing to talk to her, but I try to convince myself that it is because of her own background/childhood and her general bitterness about life.  Her life wasn’t horrendous but it was tough and experiences can effect how we develop as a person.  Or is there really no excuse for being rude?

It was also a lesson in who will actually help when they say they will.  One day my son needed to see a friend which involved an overnight stay, but people who said they would help now wouldn’t, so it cost me £200 for an agency carer.  I felt he deserved the night off, bearing in mind if he had managed to go out in the evening, he would get a cab back at 10.00pm to help her to bed, as she wouldn’t go to bed any earlier.

Either way, I did get away and I will be forever grateful to my son and our friend who made this possible, but I don’t think I will ever go away for so long again – and I don’t think they would be so quick to offer if they had any sense….

Becoming invisible

To my great relief – they managed to find a temporary placement for mum to allow me to prepare for her to move in. She was given 2 weeks of intermediate care but I had to request an additional 2 days as one of those weeks I had to visit my brother abroad, who was suffering from cancer.  I looked at the website and it said the home invest in their staff and if their staff are happy so are the residents and their families.  It sounded great.

Well, the staff were happy, but I couldn’t say the same for the residents.

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