Have I done enough?

For two years Ros Coward has written a column about caring for her exuberant, but increasingly dependent mother. Here, in a final instalment, she pays a fond tribute to Sybil and explains why her forthright and moving chronicle has to end

It’s Mum’s birthday and I’m not spending it with her. I’m away. In Amsterdam, in fact. This is the first time for many years that I haven’t been with her on her birthday. I ring before leaving to say sorry that I won’t be with her to celebrate her 84th birthday. “Is it my birthday?” she says. “Oh well. I’m not bothered about that stuff. I’m all discombobulated.”

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/oct/18/family-longtermcare

Looking After Mother

We are sitting in an office having our six-monthly visit to the bit of Mum’s care that specifically addresses her dementia. Most of the other branches of the NHS she deals with simply ignore it, even though it’s probably the single most important thing affecting her life. This is a routine appointment, except that this visit is a bit different because it’s her last to our favourite consultant, the Iraqi doctor Mum calls Dr Al Jazeera. He’s retiring and I don’t know about Mum, but I’m certainly upset about it.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/oct/04/family3

Looking After Mother

I’m driving Mum to the seaside for the weekend. She’s out of hospital and the fact that she’s no longer tied to heparin injections given by the district nurses means it’s easier to take her away. The downside is that the warfarin she is now taking is more difficult to organise and supervise. “The sea air will be good for you,” I say. But she’s unusually unenthusiastic, so low in energy and mood that I wonder if the hospital’s changes to her medication are affecting her badly.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/aug/23/mother.carer.relationship

Royal Rebel

Royal rebel Prince Charles’s outburst against GM foods was mocked as an unscientific rant. But do his views deserve to be derided as green-ink ravings, or is he a green hero for our times?

For environmental campaigners who are also republicans, the Prince of Wales is a bit of a thorn in the flesh. He’s involved in just about all the principal issues – championing organic agriculture, supporting local produce, rainforest campaigning, and sounding off about GM foods. Whereas in the past it might have been possible to ignore him as an eccentric fellow traveller, these days his views often sound so like those of the leading environmental NGOs, that increasingly they are having to ask themselves: does he know what he’s talking about? Is he an asset or a liability?

Full article: http://www.theguardian.com/uk/2008/aug/16/prince.charles.gm

Lorna Page: the write stuff

A 93-year-old’s novel has allowed her to escape the fate that most of us, when elderly, most fear. Let’s celebrate her

Lorna Page’s success has clearly touched a chord. The 93-year-old has just sold her first novel and spent the proceeds on buying a large home to share with her elderly friends. At first glance, the story’s appeal is to the secret scribblers among us. They say that there’s a novel in everyone and many people, myself included, like to believe that one day we’ll have the time and space to coax it out of ourselves. Moreover, we like to imagine that it is going to be a success. Realistically, though, we also probably think if we haven’t written it by 50 we probably never will. Page’s success is like suddenly getting a reprieve.

Full article: http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2008/aug/13/socialcare.health

Looking After Mother

Mum had been told she would be staying in hospital for “about a week” while they put her on warfarin and sorted out her blood. But when I visit on Monday afternoon, I find her sitting on her bed with her coat on and her trademark rucksack packed beside her. “Look,” she says to the staff nurse standing by the bed, “we don’t need transport after all. Here’s my daughter.”

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/aug/09/looking.after.mother

Looking After Mother

‘I’m giving your photo to the bus drivers and telling them not to let you on
board,” I say to Mum. She smiles. But I can tell she’s desperate. She’s plucking at the drip in her hand and keeps trying to get up, pulling it all apart. She’s been readmitted to hospital after what was meant to be a routine appointment. Routine for the hospital that is, not for her relatives. This was the fourth out patient appointment in the past eight days and complicated negotiations had gone on about who could take time off from work. Mum, too, is clearly fed up. This time when they told her they were admitting her, leaving her waiting in A&E, she wandered out, got on a bus and reappeared back at her home.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/jul/26/looking.after.mother

Looking After Mother

On one occasion, arriving at hospital during Mum’s recent spate of admissions, I find her sitting on the bed of the young Ethiopian woman opposite. The girl from the next bed is also perched there. The two young ones are in pyjamas, giggling away like teenagers at a sleepover. “Do you know what your mum just said?” says one. “She said, ‘It’s Saturday night. Let’s go for a rave up!’” The Ethiopian girl puts her arm round Mum affectionately. “Last night, she had a lovely silk nightie on and she was showing us her legs.”

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/jul/12/familyandrelationships1

Looking After Mother

Mum’s not the only one repeating herself. I too have become a serial repeater. It must be at least 10 times in the last fortnight that I have recited Mum’s medical history and her medication. Each time to a different doctor or nurse. Recently I’ve been singing the praises of one particular hospital, compared with some of the others we have been to, but now they too have fallen off their pedestal.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/jun/28/familyandrelationships1

Looking After Mother

It really doesn’t do to speak too soon about medical problems being done and dusted. Without going into details, let’s just say it became rapidly evident that my mother’s “case dismissed” diagnosis I described previously was premature.

It’s the weekend when this blows up and my sister takes her back to St George’s where a marathon wait commences. But, eventually, Mum gets the all-clear again and I drive to the hospital to take her home.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2008/jun/14/familyandrelationships2