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Part D prescription drug coverage is also available.
Part A provides basic coverage for hospital care as well as limited skilled nursing care, home health care, and hospice care. Anyway, part B covers physicians’ services, inpatient and outpatient medical services, and diagnostic tests. Medicare is the government’s healthcare insurance program for the elderly. That’s a fact, it’s available to eligible people aged 65 and older as well as certain disabled persons. Actually the two memorial services were packed to overflowing, a testimony to a woman who survived a horrible mental illness and who received all the support she needed for herself as long as she gave much to others, when she died a month later.
What a marvelous sendoff!
I’m sure that the night before she died, my brother, an organist, played her favorite hymns to take her through the night. With that said, my sister in law played the keyboard and we sang songs that she remembered from a while ago.
She died surrounded by her loved ones.
As a child I always thought it was my fault my mother got sick.
Whenever I was alone with her I didn’t know the words to say, a single trouble was. I didn’t know what I had done to cause her illness but I thought that if I said the right thing to her she should get well and stay well. So this was in 1955, before anyone was really thinking about support for the mentally ill. A well-known fact that is. She faced a feeling of the importance of support. That said, somehow my mother knew how important it was to her ongoing wellness.
Some so immense that they should have sent a bunch of our moods wildly out of control or scurrying back to the safety of a bleak hospital situation.
Her doctors ld us to forget about her, that she was incurably insane and should never get well.
We went to visit her any Saturday, even after the doctors ld us not to come anymore. Anyways, whenever marrying and having five children, Kate spent 8 after completing college with a degree in nutrition, having a brief career as a county extension agent. Furthermore, she was diagnosed with severe and incurable manic depression. Perhaps it was her own strong will and determination that made her well.
There were none that were effective in the treatment of manic depression in those days.
We know it wasn’t medications.
Nobody was talking about selfhelp. They needed a school lunch manager at a school in New Haven, CT -a junior high and high school in a section of the city that had the highest rates of crime and delinquency. While causing a rapid rise in the actual number of students in the hot lunch program, under her guidance, the staff prepared healthy meals that appealed to the kids. Someone ok a chance. You should take it into account. Quite a few mothering time she lost with us, she bestowed on those very needy kids. She ok the time to know every student by name, to understand their circumstances and to prepare foods that were ethnically and nutritiously appropriate to their needs. She was outspoken, assertive and mischievous, qualities not admired in a young woman at that time, unlike her two sisters.
She questioned why they had to sweep the sidewalk when the rain should clear it anyway, and why they had to keep the house so clean. Raised on a farm in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, Kate never quite fit the typical image of a quiet, proper and demure Pennsylvania Dutch girl. She ok more educational courses as she went through the heart breaking process of being refused job after job. Basically, recovering from a devastating illness, she was faced with the stigma that is the constant companion of anyone who was diagnosed with a psychiatric illness or spent time in a mental institution. Anyways, this site is undergoing remediation for compliance with Section The remediation going to be complete by 08/28/In the interim, should you require any accessibility assistance, please contact Sarah Oberlander at Sarah. Oberlander@hhs.gov or, she was always on the look out for something one of her friends or family members could use.
She phoned and wrote regularly to keep in uch with others. She was always available to listen when anyone needed to be heard. She interrupted her monologue with apologies for talking despite the fact that her hospitalization began when I was eight years old.
Our family life was nearly idyllic, before the hospitalization.
Kate had left behind her career to spend busy engaging her family in a lot of activities from gardening and raising chickens to sewing and cooking.
I will never forget the homemade french fries and fried dough that warmed us on cold winter days. She met people through her work as a dietician, in her church, in the local grange and through various volunteer activities. Now pay attention please. People made rude comments that hurt her to the core. On p of that, I remember hearing her crying herself to sleep at night.
Thence she began to systematically connect with people in the community.
Sometimes the stigma created by her long hospitalization caused her to be ostracized and rejected.
She pressed on. However, she stayed well until her death at the age of 82, 37 years later. Notice that after eight severe years, recurring psychotic manic and depressive episodes, Kate got well. Basically, not Kate. Before the advent of psychiatric medications and the focus on psychotherapy and recovery, people diagnosed with manic depression in those days, people with symptoms as severe as the ones she experienced, were expected to live out their lives and die alone in a back ward, forgotten by family and friends. Not true in her case. Besides, often when we think of someone who has had manic depression as severe as my mother’s and who was hospitalized for a long time, we might expect that when they got out of the hospital, their life will be limited and isolated. Others loved and supported her, since she was so supportive of so many people.
There were a few key ways she built her support network.
As it evolved, her life became richer and richer, it not only kept her well.
She certainly did it right, By the way I don’t know if she developed this support systems intentionally. Certainly, that became the focus of her life, her ongoing wellness was dependent on her strong connection with others. She made sure they stayed in her lifetime by keeping in uch and making plans to spend time together, So if she liked someone. Because of this her life was very rich. Anyway, whenever dropping by with a loaf of freshly baked bread, running an errand for someone or sending a card, not overwhelmingly, by constantly bothering them, by a quick phone call to check in. On p of that, before long people began to forget that this vivacious woman had ever been in a mental hospital.
She was always there for others, and later when she needed support it was always there for her. She kept in uch with people. These studies gave me the information I needed to write my books, The Depression Workbook. Guide to Living with Depression and Manic Depression and Living Without Depression and Manic Depression. Now, a Guide to Maintaining Mood Stability. Virtually, she was included in, and the inspiration for, both of my studies. She and I spent many hours talking about why she got well, about what made the difference. Things she did for others became second nature to her. Whenever supporting her until she was ready to resume her normal activities, they should often spend time with her. Let me tell you something. When she was having a hard time she called up amongst the many people she knew she could trust and shared with them her innermost feelings. By giving support to others when she could, she got it for herself when she desperately needed it. Known she used her support to keep mania and depression at bay following her discharge from the hospital. Her own brand of mutual support enriched her life. So, mental health promotion attempts to encourage and increase protective factors and healthy behaviors that can graveside service was for family only.
a beautiful hawk hovered in the sky, as we gathered to say ‘goodbye’.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in spring. Just as it had come, when the service was over the hawk vanished into thin air. There was only a small night stand between the beds for personal belongings. A well-known fact that is. No peace. You should take it into account. She had very limited access to doctors and there was little staff to meet the needs of all those patients. Remember, it was crowded, dark and smelly. On p of this, she recalls that the food was horrid, and being the wonderful cook she was, she should have known. Nevertheless, not much of a prescription for recovery. Anyway, dealing with forty others with symptoms as severe as hers. No rest. Eventually, noone was expected to get well. She slept in a large room which she shared with forty other women. Now look, the atmosphere in the hospital was abominable, as state psychiatric institutions were back so. It was a holding tank, a place where people were managed, not cured or helped to recover. No privacy. That needs to be mentioned, there was another factor that we can’t really assess.
Perhaps chemicals in her body that had gone awry somehow fixed themselves. Let me ask you something. Who will ever know? Amongst the nurses started clandestinely giving her a high dosage ‘multi vitamin’. It was called Mental Health Fellowship. In an interlude between episodes at the hospital, she started what may was the first support group for mental patients ever begun by a psychiatric patient. Certainly, she began the group with the help of a very fine psychiatrist who ok a special interest in her case. Even after she was discharged from the hospital, she went back regularly to attend meetings of the support group and to visit patients who had become as close as family through the years. As a result, whenever laughing and talking loudly, behaving in a manner that was bizarre and embarrassing, at other times she was very exuberant.