Retiring is about more than how much money you have and how long it will last. This session invites some self-reflection as a basis for actively choosing what will give you new forms of personal satisfaction as you move into retiring. We will also look at some of the resources available to find your chosen activities.
Dangers of Love in the Online World
For Probus members Only
Jan will be discussing the Dangers of Love in an Online World.
Probus members only.
Romance Scam Survivor, Meet the Author Event
Come along and
- Meet Jan
- Purchase a book
- Get the book signed
- Meet others interested in this topic
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Romance Scam Survivor: the whole sordid story
by Jan Marshall
Book Sales go public on this day.
Available at all good bookstores.
The first of 9 fortnightly sessions.
For course details see the Course page
It is over three months now since Mum, Ami, died, and as we plan our Christmas it will be very different without her there. Previously I would have hosted her at my place on Christmas Day. I could not leave her in her aged care residence (aka, her prison) on Christmas day. We might not do anything too special, but a least she could get out for the day.
This year, I will go to my younger brother Darryl and his partner Kay’s for lunch, then come home to a Christmas dinner with my housemate Chrissie. She has no immediate family to spend the day with either.
I had wondered before Mum died how I would be after her passing, whether I would be inconsolable with grief after the loss of such a significant relationship. I have found that for me this has not been the case. After the road trip I went on to scatter her ashes, and the celebration we had for her at Gondwana I have been happy to get on with my life.
The picture I drew of her, called Last Request, has been hung in a local council sponsored Art Exhibition with the theme New Beginnings. To link with this theme I wrote: Continue reading “An Adventurous and Creative Heart”
In response to the profound unhappiness that my mother was experiencing in her residence in aged care, before Christmas she took things into her own hands. Firstly, she asked me to make contact with other aged care places she had looked at to see where she was on the waiting list. No good news was forthcoming from this – she was still on the list… and waiting.
Mum had determined that she did not want to be in a place that was run under the profit motive, as her residence then was, as she blamed this for the low quality of care/low carer to resident ratio. As well, she wanted somewhere that was physically endowed with gardens and outdoor areas. As I was moving to Bundoora, proximity to me was also a factor. Continue reading “14 Trees”
One day this week mum found that the only carers available to her that morning were two 19 year old girls. She was aghast! How could they at their young age be expected to look after 28 elderly, including 4 who needed two staff to be hoisted to sitting, or to the toilet. Both had only been working as carers a short time, and had not done the morning shift in her section before.
They were lovely girls, she said, enthusiastic and willing, but that’s not the point. Admittedly they had been scheduled on with an older more experienced carer, but that person called in early unable to attend due to a sick child. The more experienced carer was not replaced, leaving the two young girls to manage the morning shift for 28 people between them. Mum feels more comfortable with mature women carers, as she can develop better friendships with them. She doesn’t have much in common with the younger ones, and building a friendship is important as carers are her main contacts on a daily basis. Continue reading “Be Happy!”
The concept of groundhog day has been popularised in the film by that name with Bill Murray as the main character, where he experiences the same day occurring over and over again. This happens for Mum every time there is someone new taking care of her. That could be a new carer, or as with events this week, even with someone new in the kitchen.
Mum has special needs. She is not the person going slowly demented, and waiting to die. She is bright of mind, but has lost muscle in her arms and legs. She cannot use her hands or do anything for herself. She has no grip, and no movement in her fingers and her hands hang from a wrist no longer strong and straight. She can only feed herself by using special cutlery with very thick handles that she is only able to partially grip, and move them using the strength that still remains in her upper arms. This is all because she has a neurological condition – a form of slow progressing motor neuron disease where all her limb muscles are wasting away.
Because she cannot cut anything, she has instructions on the name tag on her food tray for her food to be cut into bite size pieces. I was unexpectedly there when she had lunch this week and the food came all shredded, ie, slightly larger than if it had been grated. Even the peas were chopped up!