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As I wheeled my grandad Martin up the
ramp and into a taxi which would take him away to the care home, I
repeated the white lie my family had agreed might make this painful
scenario slightly easier.
"You're going to see the physio who will look after your leg and then you'll be able to get better."
Thankfully his dementia meant that he
couldn't fully understand what was happening or where he was going. In
fact, he seemed to quite enjoy the novelty of being outdoors for the
first time in months. But my granny and I were raw with emotion.
Grandad, nonplussed as to why I might be
crying, instinctively reached out to stroke a part of my cheek not
hidden behind my face mask. Granny blew him a final kiss and the taxi
pulled away, leaving me, Granny and my brother-in-law silent in the
middle of the street, awash with guilt and relief.
Well into his 80s, my grandad still looked
immodestly young and was frequently challenged for his pensioner ID when
boarding a bus. During retirement he spent many years volunteering at
an elderly care home, caring for people who were often much younger than
him.
But as his 10th decade arrived, so did
dementia and things started to fall apart. He'd lose track of his words
mid-sentence. Making a cup of tea became a challenge. One time the fire
brigade descended after he fed a cracker into the toaster. Family rescue
efforts were appreciated by my 92-year-old granny, but in truth they
were just stop-gaps - like fixing plasters on a broken leg.
"Ageing isn't for sissies," she warned me.
When lockdown began, the situation only
worsened. Grandad had no understanding of the virus and the changes and
restrictions it brought. In late June, my grandparents quietly
celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. Just three days later, Martin
moved into a care home. The decision was agonising, but by that point,
unavoidable.
Our family's situation is not uncommon: more
than 300,000 people with dementia are living in care homes across the
UK, according to Alzheimer's Research UK. Covid guidelines, which allow
limited visiting, at a distance, are designed to keep this vulnerable
community safe. But the flipside is families being kept apart from their
loved ones, unable to do anything to counter their decline.
Julia Hailes, a writer who lives in Dorset,
has struggled to remain in meaningful contact with her 90-year-old
mother, Minker. Minker's worsening dementia meant her move to a care
home was, at first, a lifeline for her family. But the pandemic has
changed everything.
"Before lockdown I would visit mum and she
still knew who I was. I'd go and read her poems, we'd sit and listen to
music," says Julia. "Now everyone's being kept in their rooms. It's
vital for people with dementia to have structure in their day, so that
isolation is in some ways worse than death."
Video calls often do little for those with
dementia. The notion of holding a "moving picture" of a loved one, as
they talk, sounds promising. But it can be a hollow, even disturbing
experience.
"Mum's care home introduced FaceTime calls,
which I did a few times," says Julia. "But it was horrendous. What good
is that when someone is in such a confused state? Part of how I connect
with her is holding her hand and giving her a kiss. Weeks later I was
eventually allowed to visit Mum in the garden. By that point it felt
like I'd lost her - she wasn't even able to speak anymore."
Dr Hilda Hayo, of the charity Dementia UK, says for people with dementia, technology is no match for human interaction.
"Physical contact is such an essential tool
in looking after someone with dementia. If someone is agitated, stroking
their hands or putting your arm around them can be really helpful. So,
for families, not being able to do that is really damaging."
This resonates with my own grandad's
experience. Video calls left him more confused than when we'd begun; he
could scarcely focus on the screen and struggled to understand where our
voices were coming from. The only thing which seemed to cut through was
the repetition of a simple message, "I love you, Martin". To which he
could still reflexively respond, "I love you too, Bubala."
By the time his home was able to permit
visitors, his stark decline was clear to my granny. Sunken-cheeked and
unable to speak - he was barely recognisable as the man who had left
their home just six weeks before.
The dementia of Philippa Thomson's mother,
Marjorie, is so advanced Philippa knew better than to attempt a video
call. Before lockdown her in-person visits to the care home would have a
restorative effect on her mother.
"We would do relaxing things like colouring
in or simple jigsaw puzzles," she says. "I would sit and hold her hand,
or brush her hair. And over two-and-a-half to three days, I would see
her coming alive."
Government guidelines in England only allow
for one person to visit each resident indoors; two if it's outside. But
with two older sisters, Philippa has recently been unable to see her
mother.
"The carers are amazing, but no matter how
good they are, they can't offer that same intimacy or affection. I do
feel a huge amount of guilt and frustration. My mother is 97 years old
and it's not any kind of life that she's got."
Care homes have borne immense pressures over
the past few months. Aware of the burden on both the residents and their
families, many made great efforts to maintain a thread of
communication. Donna Pierpoint, the manager of a nursing home in
Sheffield, described her role in restricting family visits as being "a
cross between a prison governor and a headteacher".
In the meantime she's focused the home's efforts on keeping residents as well looked after as possible.
"If someone is being isolated in their room
then, you've got to take the stimulation to them," says Ms Pierpoint.
"Our staff will go to their rooms and read letters from their family, go
through old photographs."
She sends out a weekly email to keep relatives in the loop and uses social media.
"We post pictures on Twitter, Facebook and
Instagram. We celebrated VE-Day on May 8th. We had a wonderful day and
posted pictures so our residents' families could see we were having a
good time."
On 1 August my grandad died at his care home.
The majority of his 92 years were happy ones, but his final months were
not. The home came to the rescue for my family at our time of need and
looked after my grandad wonderfully in gruelling circumstances.
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