elderly woman hands

“168 hours”, she said. “There are 168 hours in a week, and I’m alone for 167 of them … every week”, she sobbed (and with just cause). It was her birthday yesterday. She was 85. She didn’t want her birthday – yet another birthday spent alone – “Yet another birthday, galloping faster and faster towards death”, quoted somewhat morbidly by my mother.

Nobody visited her that day, as any other day, as all of our family are spread over the globe and are unable to be there. I am the one who lives the nearest and I’m over 90 km away. I would more than willingly tackle the train and bus journey to see her but I cannot access her house in my wheelchair and she cannot leave it because she has agoraphobia. She has done for more years than I care to remember. It creates a very obvious physical barrier between us and means I can’t even give her a hug which constantly breaks my heart, and hers too.

She received a few well-meaning cards exclaiming, ‘happy birthday’, ‘have a wonderful day’- and it wasn’t – a wonderful day, that is, nor a happy birthday, for that matter. I’d sent a card but chosen it carefully not to have the joyous exclamations on it but simply ‘Mum – I want to tell you how much you’re loved’. It was a simple card with two silver butterflies which stood up when she opened the card. She liked that, she said.

Her health isn’t good although perhaps better than some 85-year-olds I know. But, psychologically she is not good at all. The Social Services will offer her nothing and a local senior’s charity have offered her one hour of companionship a week. Fine … except they didn’t show up when they promised. One hour – out of 168 but her hopes were dashed and any confidence she had left was crushed out of her as if a builder had trodden on her skull with a size twelve boot.

Each blow takes away another chunk of her will to live and she is slowly emotionally slipping away from me. She is so isolated and has no friends or visitors that even call to see how she is (or even whether she ‘is‘ at all). It is all so painfully frustrating and heartbreaking.

She shouldn’t be living alone but we cannot see any way out as she won’t and shouldn’t have to contemplate the thought of moving into a nursing home or the like with her mind as sharp as a new hat pin. “Nursing homes”, she said, “are awful places where men and women are seated around a room staring at a TV screen which is blaring out rubbish at top volume!” “I ought to know”, she says – she used to inspect them as part of her voluntary work in her early retirement days. “Some are better than others, of course”, I add.

I won’t go into the other, alternative options (including living with me, which we would both like, but I only have one small box room to offer her which wouldn’t even accommodate her necessities).  None of these are either possible or feasible. I phone her at least twice a day to see how she is and for a chat, sometimes for over an hour which is the very least I can do.

All she wants; all she needs (for crying out loud!), is companionship (and a hug), and believe it or not, in the whole of a large, bustling city, no-one is willing to offer that! Our senior citizens are emotionally cared for far better in the undeveloped, third-world countries than they are here in our so-called civilized, Western world! Emigrating is not a possibility!




Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

9 thoughts on “168 HOURS AND A FRAIL OLD LADY”

    1. Hi Mick, I would love her to use Skype but unfortunately she is a fairly typical 85 year old technophobe although I appreciate that many 85+ year old individuals are quite capable of getting to grips with this. As I can’t get to her – even if I was able to get a laptop etc to her, there would be no-one to teach how not to be afraid of it. It would be a great help if I could access her house but there is no way that I can x 😦

    1. That would be a great option but I have looked into finding someone to teach her IT at home previously and have had no luck. The charity that was supposed to have come to see her for companionship didn’t bother to turn up or even notify her. She has lost faith and is very mistrusting of them now. 😦

  1. Hmm. I can only wish you luck. Is there a Volunteer Bureau in her area? I did a lot of voluntary work through our local one, years ago, and they were great at matching skills with needs.

  2. I’m not sure what else I can add to Mick’s suggestions. My thoughts were going in much the same direction as his. Skype, social media and even blogging all seem like great ways for her to enjoy social contact with you and even make some new friends.

    The only thing I could find when I looked was a charity that says it deals with loneliness through organizing face-to-face contact, but I fear it might be the one you’ve already tried. On the off chance that it’s different, the URL was http://www.contact-the-elderly.org.uk/.

    Failing that, all I can think to do is contact your local reference library or Citizen’s Advice Bureau (https://www.citizensadvice.org.uk/) to find out if there are any other options.

    I really hope you can find something. Loneliness is a terrible thing to have to bear.

    1. Thanks so much, Bun, for taking the time to research options for me. I actually hadn’t heard about the Contact the Elderly charity but I looked at the website you sent me and have phoned them. They do, in fact, have a group near my mum that sounds really good. I am going to speak to her on the phone this evening to tell her about this. I think it will be a great help if I can persuade her to leave the house. They provide volunteer drivers too so this would be ideal. Thank you so much for your thought and compassion, Bun – this might just be a solution – I will let you know how I get on.

      Also, you’ve done me a favour too in that this charity are also looking volunteers in my area to go and chat to elderly and isolated people which is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time so I’m going to find out more about that also. Thanks, my friend x 🙂

      1. That’s great, Ellie. I’m very relieved. I thought it was probably the same charity that you mentioned in your post and so might not be much good to you.

        I hope they can help your mother and also give you a chance to do some volunteering. It’s sounds like a very worthwhile organization. 🙂

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