Aged Care Insite Issue 113 | Jun-Jul 2019 | Page 27

practical living cites Deborah as the driving force behind BCAC’s successes. “We’ve had this tremendous interaction with BCAC, and I think the critical thing to the success there has really been Deborah. “And fundamentally, Deborah is driven by establishing an aged care centre that’s very strongly focused on wellness,” he says. FRESH AND TRANQUIL I walk with Deborah throughout the rest of BCAC’s facilities and it is everything an outsider would imagine an aged care facility should be. Clean, fresh and tranquil, the newly renovated dementia wing is equipped with dementia-friendly design, which is evident in the gardens with activity rooms here and there along the way. There are the 1950s-style lounge rooms, old-style laundry rooms, and large, comfortable meeting rooms designed with family gatherings in mind – all made so that living well is the norm for residents. We bump into Bruce, who is sitting next to his napping wife – almost, it seems, taking a nap himself. He springs to life when he notices Deborah. He embraces her and shakes my hand vigorously as he tells me how much he loves Deborah and this place. Deborah later tells me that Bruce – who lives in the nearby retirement village and pops up every day to see his wife in the aged care facility – volunteers, along with other men, in the new ‘men’s shed’ BCAC has built in the dementia facility. We walk in on a joint kids and residents singing session in the dementia respite centre, every face looking happy as they clap and nod and sing. All of this is part of the community feel, Deborah says. The word community comes up a lot throughout the day. THE CARER’S VIEW Doug Heard also has a lot of good things to say about BCAC. He’s the reason for my visit. In Doug’s words, BCAC is not perfect, “no place is, but it’s as close as you can get”. Doug came into contact with BCAC when both his parents couldn’t look after themselves and they needed some home care assistance, and again later with his neighbour, Irene, for whom he eventually acted as carer. “They were excellent in providing home- based service – excellent, very polite, very caring,” he told me over a cup of tea. During his career, Doug worked for the Department of Housing. After saving up 2500-odd leave hours (“I come from the old school where you don’t take sickies unless you’re sick,” he tells me), he took a year off work to look after his ageing parents. “You learn a lot,” he says, “when you’re looking after people with dementia.” He recounts times in that year when he would throw away food in his parents’ bin, only to find his mother had fished it out again. Or the time when he stopped in his car across the road from his dad – who had wandered off – only to see his father march across the road towards him without looking. “So the next time, I would drive up the road, drive past him, and pull up on the same side of the road!” Eventually, after his father passed away, his mother went to BCAC on a short two-week respite, which “with a little bit of reluctance” led to her staying full-time. She lived there for 12 years until her passing at age 92. Doug praises the attentive and consultative nature of the staff. On the rare occasion when he has had a complaint, he says things have been taken care of quickly and without fuss. Doug even donated half the $50,000 he won in a raffle to BCAC, which went to fund some entertainment improvements at the Yallambee Village. Shortly after his mother’s passing, Doug and his wife Karen started to care for Irene, who has dementia. They looked after her finances, cooking and cleaning, and took her on holidays, until she too had to move to Yallambee, where she’s been for the past two years. I’m enjoying talking with Doug. He is very open and chatty, so I feel I can ask him a couple of sensitive questions. After all of the time spent caring for his parents, what motivates him to look after his neighbour as well? “Well, she had no one,” he says. “She had no children, and she was in a house on her own.” And were there times when it all got too much? “I’ve had some seriously tough days with cancer,” he tells me. Doug is on his fourth cancer episode. He was first diagnosed with multiple myeloma in 2008. He lists the treatments he’s had over the years – including needles to the back. I listen quietly, shaking my head now and then in disbelief. “I’ve felt like driving to the Gap and jumping, especially when I got the second cancer – this big one.” He points to his BCAC chief, Deborah Key. mouth and jaw, which looks swollen and causes him to slur ever so slightly, and to drink his tea through a straw. “I had a cricket ball growing out of my mouth. The operation was 15 and a half hours.” This topic is interrupted by a quick detour into a conversation about how much he loves paperwork, and how he drops off a bottle of port every year to the doctor who saved his life. Doug often starts his sentences with “to cut a long story short”, but his stories are rarely short. He enjoys talking to people, and I can see the qualities that make him a good carer. As I think about Doug, and how I would describe him, the word ‘character’ keeps coming to mind. He is a character in the best sense of the word. His speech is peppered with rhyming slang, like “tray bits” (I’ll let you figure that one out), and light- hearted dad jokes. Another word that comes to mind is ‘community’. Doug has always been involved in the community, whether it be coaching every one of his son’s soccer teams (he has five), or being the president of the local school P&C, or being a member of the Revesby Workers’ Club charity committee. “I guess I am very community minded,” Doug agrees after I suggest it a few times. “If anyone needs a hand, then I’ll give them a hand. It gives you something to do.” Deborah knocks on the door to let us know someone has booked the room we’re in. She and Doug banter back and forth a little. “I talk too much,” he says. “No,” she feigns sarcastically. “I’m telling him all the bad stuff,” he jokes back. I finish my day at BCAC by asking Doug, as he drinks his tea through a straw, if he worries about one day going into residential aged care himself. To cut a long story short, no, was his reply.  ■ agedcareinsite.com.au 25