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Aid & Attendance, part 5 / September 15, 2007

I finally got the thick envelope from the Veterans Administration, and I felt like a high school senior, trying to guess the contents before opening it.

The VA awarded my mother the full Aid & Attendance benefit, retroactive to the end of Dec. 2006.  Whew.  BUT because she has Alzheimer’s, they will designate her as “incompetent”, which means they will appoint a fiduciary–another delay before we get any money.

They refused to consider my legal power of attorney when I first applied for the benefits, so I had my mother sign the application, even though she understood only broadly what she was signing.  My only alternative was to go to court and get guardianship of her, which would have taken too much time.  I understand from reading (I could NOT have applied without the help of this website and its creator, Debbie Burack) that the VA now has a form that assigns representative power to someone other than the applicant at the outset of the application.  My recommendation is to complete that form, even if the applicant is still aware of what’s going on.  I don’t know if it will prevent a delay like mine, but it’s easy enough to do.

Anyway, I will send the VA another letter, along with another copy of my power of attorney, and request that I be appointed my mother’s fiduciary.  I’m feeling like this is a time-consuming pantomime–do they really believe that someone with dementia could complete that application, just because they signed it?  At least I know that the money is coming at some point, which is an ENORMOUS relief.

My mother is doing as well as I can expect at Garden Manor.  I really have no complaints about her care–they have a wonderful staff and the place is clean and cheerful.  There is a regular round of activities–exercise, rides, cookouts, parties, music and get-togethers.   There is a monthly group for family members, run by the staff social-worker.

For me, the caregiver, it’s a challenge to straddle that line between accepting the inevitabilities of the disease and trying to keep some kind of meaning in my mother’s life.  I remember thinking–only a year ago–that once she could settle into assisted living we’d be able to coast for awhile, that there would be a holding pattern, just so I could catch my breath.  There is, and there isn’t.  Now that I don’t have to worry as much about her safety and physical care, I can notice more of the disease itself.  The gradual fading away of affect, the effort required just to negotiate her world, where she is continually puzzled by her mother’s absence, where she is still responsible for “the kids”.  Conversations, such as they are, are a great effort on both of our parts.  She is usually just THERE, while I try to tease information out of her.  She can’t remember whether she ate lunch, but can recall where each of her siblings went to high school.

So it’s a hard experience all around.  She’s slowly disappearing.

5 thoughts on “Aid & Attendance, part 5 / September 15, 2007

  1. Gail Rae Hudson Says:
    September 16th, 2007 at 3:56 pm
    Thank you, gain, as usual, for the clear and personal delineation of receiving Veteran’s benefits. I suppose I should do something about this, soon, if not now, but continue to drag my feet, as things remain copacetic with my mother.
    As to the personal perambulations of caring for your mother and remaining “in touch” (whatever that means), well, my heart goes out to you. I know you are profoundly thoughtful…and I hope your considerations eventually bring you some personal peace.
    I’m still “away”, but here, too.

  2. librarianne Says:
    September 16th, 2007 at 7:51 pm
    Thank you for sharing your experiences. They sound kind of familiar to me. My mother, too, seems to be fading away. I try to just stay in the moment with her, bringing candy and old photos. It’s the only way either of us can cope. She likes it best when I bring the dog along, and he brings a lot of joy to us both. Sometimes she doesn’t know who I am at first, but she can tell me the color dress she wore on a special day in 1925.

  3. Karma Says:
    October 10th, 2007 at 4:54 pm
    This IS a hard experience. But I think you rock and have tagged you as such!

  4. Gevera Bert Piedmont Says:
    October 23rd, 2007 at 10:01 am
    You said, “She’s slowly disappearing.” I thought that about my dad too. Now I look at the picture of him and my mom, taken last August, that’s on my blog, and think that my dad has been virtually erased in the 14 months since then. It’s like someone selected chunks of his personality and abilities and just hit “delete”.
    I thought I’d have more time with my dad. They said 11 years. Now all I have left is the Stage-7 shell that used to hold my father, and it’s only been 3 years.

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