I found out today that the lady who lives in the apartment below mine has Alzheimer’s.
Edna is a sweet old lady and over the course of the 1.5 years I’ve lived here, I’ve gotten to know her fairly well through hall-way chats and the occasional visit, which usually ends up with me trying to teach her how to work some new-fangled doodad like the thermostat or microwave. Every so often I’ll fetch her some groceries or a hamburger from McDonalds, and last Christmas, I gave her some geraniums to brighten up her holiday. I feel guilty that I don’t visit her more, though. As a widow Edna lives alone, but she does have a middle-aged daughter that lives not too far from here. I’ve never met her daughter, but apparently she drops by frequently to check on things.
Up until today, although I’ve always been concerned about Edna living by herself, it was only because I was worried about her being lonely. Then today, on my way out to dinner, the neighbor across the hall from Edna told me that earlier this week Edna took a tumble down the steps leading to the mailboxes and banged her head so badly that the carpet was stained with a big puddle of blood. She had to be taken to the emergency room to get her head stitched up. Fortunately, she didn’t break anything, but it seems like the fall has precipated some major changes.
The neighbor said she recently learned that Edna has Alzheimer’s. As she was informing me this, Edna came out of her apartment and saw me. She acted as if she hadn’t seen me in years, even though I’d visited her last week. She didn’t seem to remember that I lived above her and that I’d been living there for more than a year. She recognized me as a friend, but I don’t think she knew my name. My boyfriend was with me and she kept calling him my husband, not seeming to remember that we are not married. Listening to her ask me questions she should know the answer to, her illness was so obvious. She is nothing but skin and bones. I ran off to get her some stuff from McDonald’s (this is her favorite food), but I don’t think she’ll eat it.
She can not possibly continue to live by herself in this state. She is not eating very well and weighs only 80 pounds, if that. Falling down and busting her head is the least that could happen to her now. Technology, big and small, bewilders her. Tenitis has left her hard of hearing. She doesn’t know where her medicine is. I don’t even think she knows how to work her cordless phone anymore. She is rapidly losing her faculties and the ability to take care of herself.
I need advice, you guys. According to Edna’s neighbor, Edna’s daughter is aware of all of this and is in the process of talking to somebody so her mother can be put in assisted living. But for the meantime? I don’t know what she’s doing. It may be that Edna has refused to move in with her daughter. But that’s what she needs to do. She needs to be with someone who can make sure she takes her pills, eats 3 times a day, and doesn’t endanger herself.
What do you think I should do? I want to do more for her than just giving her food that she won’t eat. When I’m home, I could check on her, but when I’m at work or out somewhere else? She needs care that I am unable to give. Since I’m not kin, I feel as if there is only so much I can do. What would you do if you were me?