I received some sad news today. A lady I had been caring for passed away yesterday morning.
When you work with older people you become accustomed to the subject of death being raised and quite often it becomes an accepted part of living. Sometimes clients tell you that every night they go to bed praying to their God to take them home. Others can be fearful of what their future may bring to them. I personally have developed my own way of coping with this kind of conversation. I call it crossing Rainbow Bridge. It’s just a way of me helping someone else to cope, when the end of their life is surely coming. It helps me deal with my own emotions, of which there are truly no room in my role.
This particular lady has left me with some beautiful memories of my early time caring in the community. She lived alone, was bed bound due to crippling arthritis, with sight loss and some hearing loss. She didn’t always remember recent things clearly but had some great stories to tell. Her favourite tale involved her meeting the Duke of Edinburgh and always ended with her saying ‘He went right up, in my estimation!’
This lady had no family of her own. She had not married and had had no children of her own. I recall a niece, who had taken care of food deliveries, who had arranged everything that it was possible to arrange and who phoned regularly to chat. But there was no-one regularly visiting there on a day to day, face-to-face basis. There was no-one to get the little special things, like nice lotions and potions. No-one to hold her hand. She would be alone from 20.30 until the morning carers arrived around 6.45.
But of course, there was ’us’. Not many people notice ‘us’. We tend to lurk in petrol stations at 6am, filling up with petrol, or can be found in late night shops looking for chocolate. We can often be found, if you look hard enough, chewing our steering wheels out of frustration and, quite possibly, even in tears. Oh yes, It happens.
We called four times a day on this particular client, without fail. Due to the vulnerability of this lady we kind of fell in to a routine – if we were early we didn’t wait – we went in. We talked. We took her treats. We listened. We ‘donated’ our time. It often seemed as if the fairies had called. Special drinking cups appeared. Wet-wipes popped up in the toiletries basket. Soft centred chocolate quite often materialised on the bedside table. If I had found the culprits I would, of course, have needed to firmly remind them of their need to always keep a professional distance. Oddly, I never found out who it was.
Then it was the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. Through the twilight shift that evening ‘us carers’ managed to see snippets of the jubilee concert. All our clients loved it and it became very contagious. I arrived at my lady suitably early. The other carer was already there. The telly was on. We had a cup of tea each and we toasted the Queen. We listened to how the Duke of Edinburgh had gone up in her estimation, that special day. As we began the nuts and bolts of the call, getting the lady into her nightie, we began a running commentary. So and so is wearing a beautiful blue ball gown. This person is doing this and that. It was lovely.
Then Tom Jones came on. OK, you should know we are Welsh. Tom Jones can do no wrong. Our lady loved him. We described how he looked in his lovely smart suit, all bronzed and sexy. We giggled a lot and I am not ashamed to say we all made various comments about this gentleman which could, in some circles, be described as flattering, perhaps not so in others.
And then he sang Delilah. We put the sound up really high on the telly and we all sang along. Loudly! I think you could safely say we gave it ‘some welly’. The perfect song, as all of us knew all the words and EVERYONE knows the chorus!
Once we had completed all we needed to do we had to move on. The lady was happy, comfortable and secure. OK, next client!
The next morning I received a telephone call from my co-ordinator. She needed my opinion on the condition of the lady at my 20.30 call the previous evening. There was concern from the morning carers as she had described to them that she had been at a party last night. They wanted to know how she had seemed when I had called to get her ready for bed. Did she appear well, was there any confusion?
The penny dropped and I explained…..
To my 20.30 call – I really, really wish you a very safe journey over Rainbow Bridge. It was time.