Too few people understand that Medicare does not include benefits covering the cost of long term care and as a result wait too long before buying LTC insurance.
From an Oxycontin haze, I hear the death chant from a 90-something neighbor, three doors down the hall. The screams pierce every bone in my body and continues for hours.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current assisted living. His next stop will be an “indeterminate stay” at a short-term rehab facility in a local CCRC.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current home tomorrow with no alternative arrangement yet determined.
We are told by a prominent and highly-respected geriatrician that the three plagues of growing old are loneliness, helplessness and boredom. I respectfully disagree.
Last night I scripted a new chapter in my Book of Life – waiting 13 years as a resident in Assisted Living for the opportunity to share what I had learned 40 years ago in a Buddhist monastery.
I was interviewed last week by Richard Garcia, a freelance journalist, for a feature story in the Christian Science Monitor.
On February 4, 1974, the night Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army, I was a 23-year-old Soto Zen Buddhist monastic novitiate, studying under the auspices of Reverend Master Jiyu Kennett, Roshi of Shasta Abbey, Mt. Shasta, California.
If we are to discover who we truly are, during this Great Age of Disruption, we must all stand toe-to-toe with our demons – imagined or real.
Recently, I was struck with an idea so simple, efficient, and powerful, I was compelled to call my closest friends to share the idea with them. To the person, they responded – “How can I help?”
Steve Moran, I secretly wonder how much of your enchantment with the nursing home sector is born of quid pro quo generosity.
In 1999 Dr. Bill Thomas and I were invited by Chief Oren Lyons to visit The People of the Six Nations, also known by the French term, Iroquois Confederacy.
After twelve years living with Parkinson’s in an Assisted Living facility, I’d like to report that going toe-to-toe with death has become just another fact of life. But it hasn’t. In fact, the older I get (now 64), the more I dig in with all the tenacity I can muster to stave off what I know is natural and inevitable.
Today marks the 11th day of rehab in a Skilled Nursing Facility (SNF), following an acute hospital stay for pneumonia.
Last night I was reminded about how much can go RIGHT with caregiving.
The only thing worse than having to spend the remainder of your natural life in a Skilled Nursing Facility (SNF) of your choosing, is spending the remainder of your natural life in a Skilled Nursing Facility NOT of your choosing.
It’s 11:00 PM and I write these words on my iPad while sitting in my bed at the Phoebe Ministries nursing home/rehab complex in Allentown, Penn.
Here’s an idea for every residential aging facility that struggles with ambient despair that masks itself as “activity indifference” (the resident spends her entire day in her room or a chair in the main lobby avoiding activities and other residents).
I learned that of all the techniques, healing systems, protocols, clinical trials, methodologies, and treatment plans, what works most reliably, most consistently, with the greatest rate of success is simple kindness.
Is it possible to grow old – with chronic disease, loneliness, isolation, – and still be happy? Well, is it?