Hi all,
First off, I want to thank you all for having this subreddit. It's been incredibly helpful to lurk on here.
I'm (38M) finally posting on here because I'm worried about my MIL (73F).
[more context than needed probably; discussion ahead of worsening physical health, incomplete information, poor mental health, caregiver perfectionism, and possible death / dying]
She's been diagnosed with CKD since the mid-1980s and has received two kidney transplants. Her husband died in early 2021 after dealing with cancer. We stayed with her a bit and then moved back home in the fall that year. She's dealt with some severe depression since then, and we've had concerns about her taking care of herself. He was the one who was on top of her medical information, and that hasn't helped.
In the summer of last year, she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and didn't tell anyone. We learned about it a few months later at a family event, because her sister had learned about it. Over the next few months, I got proxy access to her electronic medical record and started keeping tabs on things. (I've had health issues since childhood and work on health equity / improvement stuff, so I'm pretty immersed in that world.)
Then, in December last year, she was hospitalized for about a week after feeling rough for a bit. (Again, that came out at a larger family event.) By the end of January this year, she had another 1.5 week stay and restarted hemodialysis due to kidney rejection.
She's gotten pretty frail since then. There have been a lot of ups and downs with her medication and tweaks there. Her BP was out of control for a large part of this year, and she's on I think 7 BP meds at this point. This summer, she started to do PD at home. We were worried about her living alone out in the boonies and handling PD, but she's doing pretty good with it. The DaVita staff that's been helping her is really great...
And also, I am noticing a trend. Mom's eGFR has continued to drop since late spring. Yesterday, she got labs done, and it was down to 6. We did call and talk with her about it last night, and she was concerned, too. I was texting with the PD gal at DaVita, who said 6 is common for patients on dialysis... but dropping consistently feels different.
Mom has also been talking a lot more about being tired of everything - increasingly so since January. Winter is her worst season for depression, and HCPs keep not refilling her antidepressant at random points as well. Her confusion and memory are getting worse, too, and she's having a lot of fatigue to the point where getting out of bed to eat or feed the dogs is even a huge lift.
I've asked her to think about a home health aid again. (She had one at the beginning of this year, post-hospitalization.) I go with her to appointments when I can, and keep tabs on her lab numbers. I try to help her remember which medications she has to take when and the correct way to do that, since she's not always taken her medications the way she's supposed to. We go spend time with her as much as we're able to with working full-time. It feels like we're doing all we can to support and keep the broader family informed, too.
I try to approach mom with the notion that I'd like to be approached respectfully in a similar position. We both have rare & possibly fatal conditions, and I think that's given us a really great bond. That means that it's not necessarily hard to meet her where she's at and think through things that may help. But, actually deeply considering where she is at - it's something that I don't have experience with. (My family and I don't talk.)
We're going over to spend time with her this weekend, and I'm honestly not sure what to do. The logical side of my brain really wants to have a frank conversation with mom about the lines she doesn't want to cross as it pertains to her health, general well-being, and quality of life - and where she is right now. I've been very death positive with her, reminding her than any choice is hers to make - and all that doesn't mean we have to like it, but we will respect it and help her with whatever we can.
At the same time, my gut instinct says this feels different and that something is wrong. It may not be something that can be fixed or addressed, but this isn't like other times I've been concerned about her health, ya know?
Am I overanalyzing things? Is 6 a normal eGFR for someone doing PD at home? Should I hold off on having a conversation with her about her quality of life and boundaries? I just want to make sure I'm making the most right choice that I can to do right by her.