I'm American. from California. I live in Scotland. (I know, I ask myself how I got there too, but my husband is attached to his country so I moved).
My dad and his wife live in Nevada. I come to visit three times a year. Up until last year, Dad had some strangely good days, seemed almost like the Parkinson's didn't exist. There were bad days too, but it seemed better for a while.
The last year that's all changed. He's considered to be advanced now, even though I'm married to a doctor I am clueless.
I arrived at his house yesterday for a visit. I'm always anxious because I don't know what to expect. This time was so bad I almost didn't get on the plane, but I'm here. I hadn't been able to speak with him for a month and it was unusual and I was frustrated. A message here or there from my stepmother is all I got. As soon as he saw me he hugged me, all 130 pounds of him, he was so happy I was here and I was happy to see him of course.
I found out he somehow broke his iPhone so our FaceTime chats were impossible. He also broke his iPad so couldn't chat there either. He never picks up the house phone.
So, I arrived to find my nephews here (11 and 9) and they were a good surprise, they're my boys. I sat down with my stepmother to find my dad sleeps ALL day. My nephews had been here a few days from California and he had barely taken an interest in them. I KNOW how much those kids mean to him. But he acts like nobody is here. He told me, "you probably feel like you wasted your time to watch your dad sleep" ... I said, no way, worth every penny dad. I love you.
He spent most of the day in his own world and going to bed for random naps. My stepmother says all he does is sleep. So, I'm confused. He eats, but he's lost 70 lbs. He's been checked for every other disease, nothing wrong. Just Parkinson's. My stepmother is sick and tired of them lumping everything from a nap to a runny nose to Parkinson's.
Next week my stepmother is going to California a few days to help her mom. My dad usually loves that, he says it's our time. But, something else is going on. I knew I was going to be here for Father's Day but he's summoned my brother and his wife to be here. Why not their sons are here? My brother and I don't get along.
So after Sunday, everyone will leave and it will be just me and Dad, our time. One problem. He is petrified of my stepmother leaving, even for a nail or hair appointment. He's never alone so it's not that. A bad analogy but my husband and I had a dog and he became blind and diabetic the last four years of life. He was happy and healthy, it was a bad hip that unfortunately took him from us at an old age. But as much as our dog lovved my husband, if he wanted to go out to pee or he was hungry, he'd come find me even though my husband was right next to him. My dad is doing the same thing.
What I mean, he knows I can cook him food, drive him where he needs to go and help with his medications but my stepmother is the caretaker. I guess maybe part of him feels he's supposed to be dad and I'm just supposed to relax. I have a million thoughts.
How do I know when the end might be near? He's having increasingly big problems walking but insists on doing his own thing. Still, if he can't get my stepmothers attention, he goes to bed. And she's a saint, but she's genuinely very stressed and I know, on a different level, the feeling of always having to be on guard for what might come. The difference is, my dog was freakishly happy despite his loss of vision, he just needed help to to his "business" outside. Even his diabetes shocked the vets because his tests always came back in the right zone. But my dad isn't my dog, he's my dad. He's miserable and he'll talk a little, then nap. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I'm lost. Is it time to move home a while? Do I hope for the best and he might change? Am I going to get "that" phone call from 8,000 miles away?
Never had so much indecision in my life.
I'll stop now. The tears that failed to come earlier are now flowing like buckets at almost 4am.
I will say this. I hate this house. Ever since my dad retired to Nevada, to look at a golf course he can't play on, he's been unfulfilled. Nothing but negative memories here. I wish he'd stayed in Los Angeles, at least I'd have some good times to remember, to feel, about his home when there. And I think he would too.
Ugh.