i have so many old man (like genuinely old) hollanov thoughts do you want to hear them ok cool
my sources and inspiration are that i work in assisted living/memory care and spend about 1/3 of my week with people between the ages of 80 to 100
to start, i think their kids have to spend a long time wearing them down before they are convinced to move into assisted living. i'm talking a minimum of a year before shane and ilya even agree to start looking at different senior living facilities. they're just convinced that they are fine and that they manage! but ilya has been using a cane for a couple decades and shane's strength isn't what it used to be, so they're worried about what happens if one of them falls and there isn't anyone to help them. plus, the house is big and upkeep is difficult. as much as they love their life, they eventually agree they will need more substantial help going forward.
in the end, they wait until after their dog passes away at the respectable age of 15 before they move (mostly because ilya could not stomach the thought of rehousing her, even if just to one of their children). they choose a facility that is about in the middle of where their kids all live. they will be able to maintain some independence while still receiving support from the care staff.
(the facility that they choose also has an additional wing for specialized memory care, a feature that their oldest brings up hesitantly during their search and that both shane and ilya silently agree not to discuss further)
it takes some time to adjust, having gone from living by themselves in a large home in suburban ottawa to sharing what is essentially a one-bedroom apartment with round-the-clock care. the nurses bring them their pills at scheduled hours, they have to be in the dining room at certain times or else they won't get a meal, and people are constantly knocking on their door inviting them to events and activities. it's. a bit exhausting.
after a couple weeks, though, they find a rhythm. ilya loves being surrounded by new people and makes an effort to learn not just about his fellow residents but also the care staff and administrators. being in his 80s doesn't mean he's lost his charm, but rather has had time to hone it. everybody loves him. and shane appreciates that if he doesn't like an activity or starts to feel tired, he can simply retire to his room upstairs without it being a whole ordeal.
they don't go out for all of the activities. they don't like the trivia games (the reminder of the fact that their memories aren't what they used to be always hits a bit too close to home), and the card games are somewhat hit or miss. but when they do go down for games, the old competitive spark never fails to rear its head.
the facility introduces a weekly bowling game shortly after they arrive, and it quickly becomes shane and ilya's goal to beat each other as often as they can. they never play on the same team and always spend the entire time chirping each other like they're back on the ice competing for a cup, not in the main hallway of an assisted living home competing for a small plastic trophy and bragging rights.
things are really good for a few years. sure, their health isn't getting any better—shane has to start using a walker after a fall that ended in a hospital trip, and ilya opts for a wheelchair as the stiffness in his legs only continues to get worse—but they're still together and that's what matters to them. their kids visit every weekend and bring the grandkids too.
it gets bad when ilya is officially diagnosed with alzheimer's. he had been getting easily confused and frequently forgetful for a few months before their kids scheduled him a doctor's appointment. he would forget the rules of a game they were in the middle of playing, tell the same joke multiple times in a short conversation, or even get upset about how long shane had been gone when he'd only just left to use the restroom for a couple minutes.
the decision to move ilya upstairs into the memory care wing is a difficult one. the decision for shane to stay in assisted living is nearly impossible. ilya will have his own room upstairs and shane can come visit him anytime while still retaining the freedoms living downstairs grants him.
ilya is hurt by the decision, a feeling compounded by the fact that his confusion means shane has to re-explain himself several times a day. it takes a while for him to feel comfortable in the new space, with the new people. he tries to make friends with the folks he sits with at dinner, but their dementia is more progressed than his and conversation is halting. he grows close with some of the nurses and activities staff, though he's blind to the fact that he asks them the same questions about themselves every time he sees them. they oblige him and chat with him happily, asking questions about his life and career that he doesn't quite have answers to.
things are better when shane is there to fill in the gaps he is missing. even after more than 50 years together, shane is able to settle something in ilya just by being present. after realizing how much ilya is struggling to adjust, shane decides to spend all of his meals with ilya. he spends the whole morning up there, really, going to the activities or just sitting in ilya's room watching tv.
after a few weeks, it becomes evident that splitting his time between memory care and assisted living isn't doing shane any good. he is distraught at ilya being distraught, and ilya is distraught anytime shane is not with him. so, even though he doesn't have the level of memory issues typically indicative of someone who should be in specialized care, he moves up to memory care to be with his husband.
he finds that he actually doesn't mind it. he still sees his friends from assisted living a couple times a month when the facility does big joint events. he prefers being with ilya over them anyway. and he was never the one who wanted to do all the special activities or be around people all the time either.
with shane around, ilya is calmer. he's more receptive to care with shane there to bully him into it, more engaged during activities trying to make his husband laugh, more distracted from his illness because he's so busy living in the moment.
one thing that doesn't change whether they're in assisted living or memory care (or just out in the world, for that matter) is people's reaction to learning they are the shane hollander and ilya rozanov. even with their fading memories, folks in ottawa remember the players that brought their team two stanley cups in their time on the centaurs. and, of course, there are plenty of residents' family members who come by and recognize them after chatting for a bit.
the memories that stick with ilya most, though, and thus the ones that get revisited and discussed the most, are his memories of domesticity with shane. he will talk to anybody who will listen about how their morning routine changed after they had kids, about what it was like traveling on the road together for work, and even about all of shane's little quirks and particularities. shane loves reliving these memories with ilya. they're happy together, and that's what matters.
now, i'll be honest, even though i work with old people i am really bad with death. so we're not going to go any further. they both live forever even after the sun explodes. the end.