April 17, 2009

Caregiver Guilt: Guilty or Not Guilty?

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving, Relationship Issues | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

Yes!!!

In yesterday’s post, I said this one was coming.  I have been thinking about it for a long time.  Those of us who have full responsiblity for another human being suffer from feelings of guilt.  We just do — and yes, sometimes we actually are guilty and sometimes we are not guilty. 

There is nothing in particular that triggered my thinking about this today.  It was a long and somewhat frustrating day.  The morning routine went fine, the one through which I declare that there is some shred of control left in our lives in spite of Parkinson’s Disease joining the family twenty-two years ago.  Then some repair work that was to be done at our house was sabotaged by the carelessness of the vendor’s service manager.   The resolution of that problem is not yet in sight. 

After that start to the day, my list, the list by which I seek to create some order out of our chaos simply didn’t accomplish its task.   It did not order my day.  I didn’t do it, much of any of it.  I looked at it often.  I did some self-talk trying to encourage doing enough to check off an item or two.  It just didn’t work — I just didn’t work.

One thing that did take control of the day was the activity of the alimentary canal of the one for whom I care, about whom I care.  She was up and down, in need of an elbow to steady her, or a task to be done throughout the day.  There were anywhere from moments to minutes between the needs — no more than minutes. 

With that said, I could have, should have accomplished more. 

The guilt that is part of a Caregiver’s world is a constant presence.  It does not really have to do with how good the care is, how well the Caregiver does at responding to the needs of the one for whom they are caring.  In fact, the better the care that is given, the greater the opportunity to feel guilty. 

Caregivers feel guilty for not doing enough, not doing all that they should do as well as they should do it.  The harder they try to be the perfect, nurturing, loving, kind, thoughtful, capable Caregiver, the farther behind that goal they fall.  

The problem is obvious.  There is more that should be done than can be done by any one human being!  There are no boundaries around all that should be done to help your Loved One have all that she/he needs to have the life she/he deserves.  It is impossible.  The Disease has joined the family.  Caregivers can’t fix that.  Mary Ann has Parkinson’s.  I can’t change that.  I cannot give her back the life she deserves.

Why do Caregivers then feel guilty?  Mary Ann has been to Physical Therapy, Occupational Therapy and Speech Therapy.  We have pages of exercises she should be doing.  There are games that should be played to keep her mind stimulated.  I should get her out more, find entertaining activities to keep her from being bored.  I should learn how to cook three good meals a day that are tasty and pleasing to her palate. 

Why do Caregiver’s feel guilty?  We aren’t always nice!  I get irritated!  I get irritated when she falls after making the same frustrating choice that has resulted in a fall hundreds of times  before (literally, in twenty-two years).  She doesn’t want to fall.  She has Parkinson’s Disease and Orthostatic Hypotension and the side effects of medicines, but she still wants and needs to get up and move.  I get angry at her when the Parkinson’s deserves the anger. 

Why do Caregivers feel guilty?  Yes I love her and am completely committed to her care, but I don’t like having my biggest needs trumped by her tiniest needs.  I am well.   She is sick.  I shouldn’t resent her for something she can’t control.   The truth be known, she is no more perfect than I am.  Because she has Parkinson’s does not make the things that used to be irritating any less irritating now.  I am hardly sweet and wonderful.  I am also just as irritating and frustrating to live with as ever.

It seems to me that one challenge for Caregivers is to separate the things of which we are guilty from the things of which we are not guilty. 

We are not guilty!  We cannot do all the things we should do.  That means we will not be doing a whole list of things we should be doing.  Every helpful suggestion for what we should be doing just moves the already impossible goal farther away.  Caregivers need to come to terms with a simple reality.  We are just people.  We have a life too.  It is actually healthy for us to set limits on how much we do so that we can continue to give good care. This is a marathon, not a sprint.   We cannot make up for all that the chronic illness has taken away from our Loved One.  We will soon become completely disabled if we try.  Feeling guilty about what we cannot actually accomplish is a waste of precious energy and a weight on our spirit that can’t be carried for long without breaking that spirit. 

We are guilty.  We actually do say things we should not have said.  We do blame our Loved Ones for things over which they have little or no control.  We really are imperfect.  We do fail to do things that we could have done to make a real difference.  We take out on our Loved Ones our frustrations with the Disease by our tone of voice or our unresponsiveness or whatever subtle tools we use to punish them.  It does us no good to do all sorts of mental gymnastics to try to justify our behavior.  It is a waste of time.  We are guilty! 

What can we do with the guilt we deserve?  We can’t undo what we have done that we should not have done, or not done that we should have done.  For some of us there lies within our spirituality the freedom to admit our guilt, face it boldly. without fear, and refuse to be disabled by it.  The kernal of truth that lies in the very center of the spiritual tradition that nourishes me is that the One who chooses that I exist, loves me unconditionally with love more powerful than all the things for which I rightly feel guilty.  That love is not weak and shallow and without consequences.  It is easy to feel guilty.  We can wallow in it, get depressed on account of it, and give up trying.  Unconditional love, mercy, forgiveness is much harder.  It implies the possibility of change.   It offers the freedom to change.  It removes the excuses we use to avoid growing. 

For those who do not have a particular spirituality or do not understand there to be a spiritual dimension to life, the issue is the same.  Feeling guilty is still a waste of time.  Naming the things we have done that are actually wrong, harmful, destructive is a healthy first step.  Our primitive brain elicits words and behaviors that frustrate our humanity.  We need to face that before we can choose behavior that nurtures our humanity.  The task is to identify and accept the truth about ourselves and choose behavior that allows us to grow and change and become more than we have been. 

However we define the nature of our humanity, whether in spiritual terms or otherwise, we can find meaning in our caregiving, nurture our humanity, grow in our ability to live full and complete lives even in the company of a chronic illness that seems to be hell-bent on destroying us and our Loved Ones. 

Caregivers, are we guilty or not guilty?  Yes!!!  With that clear, let’s get on with it.  We have things to do!

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

April 15, 2009

Caregivers Feel Powerless

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving, Practical Tools for Coping, Therapeutic Activities | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

We made it!!!  Last evening we returned from Kentucky traveling 10.5 hours — under overcast skies dropping periodic showers on us as we traveled — all 10.5 hours.  Then, two miles from our home, the sun broke through.   Traveling can be wonderful, thrilling, entertaining, full of comfort with family that is loved very much, and still, coming home feels good. 

Then there was the mail to be opened.  Two pieces of mail in particular dampened my enthusiasm to be home more than the showers had dampened our travel that day.   Both were Caregiver irritants.  The first was another in the seemingly endless array of medical insurance claims denied because someone had a wrong code or a wrong insurance ID number or hadn’t communicated information in the left hand to the right hand or because this Caregiver didn’t get the right information to the right person at the right time.

The second piece of mail that dampened my spirits was what appeared to be a summons for Mary Ann to serve on a jury.  The form to be filled out looked as if someone had printed some sort of printer test page with bar codes and fonts both tiny and bold. 

Now, I am a reasonably intelligent person.  I graduated eighth out of three hundred twenty-five in my high school class.  I tied one other student with the highest numbers on my college entrance exams.  I got a 31 composite score on my ACT and a 34 (out of 36) on the quantitative portion of the test.  I spent eight years in college and seminary, learning to read Hebrew, Greek, Latin and German.  I went back to school and got a Doctor of Ministry degree after ten years of working.  Why am I so intimidated by health insurance forms and jury summons and keeping track of pills in their little plastic holders and making sure that prescriptions are obtained or renewed before the pills run out. 

Why is it that little things seem to have so much power to ruffle my feathers.  So the person who got my order for two pieces of white meat sent me home with a thigh and a wing instead of a breast and a wing.  I actually called and complained (got a free meal out of it).  Things that are of no account in the grand scheme of the universe seem so huge and frustrating.  I have dealt with tough issues hundreds of times over the years, helped families through major crises, worked through substantial budgets, been through crises myself more than once.  Why should I now be undone by chocolate squished in Mary Ann’s hands and on clothes that can easily be Spray and Washed. 

Whether it is verifiable scientifically or not, I am convinced that people have just so much coping capability.   As Caregivers, we live in a chaotic world in which things can change in moments.  We have absolutely nothing to say about what happens to us.  We can do everything it makes sense to do so that there will be a certain outcome.  We actually have no say in what outcome results.  Every time something happens that throws that truth in our face, every time events take an unforseen turn, we are forced to use up some of our coping skills. 

Any of us who have been caring for a Loved One for some time understands that we have pretty much nothing to say about what happens.  Parkinson’s in particular is unpredictable in how it will present itself and how it will proceed.  Lewy Body Dementia is especially insidious in that dramatic changes can take place for the better or for the worse (mostly the worse) at any time, at any pace.  Other diseases have different patterns but no less power to use up a Caregiver’s coping ability. 

So, what can we do in the face of the harsh reality that we are out of control, we are completely powerless to order our world?  We live in total chaos. 

If it is little things that can now undo us, since we have used up all our coping ability on the big things, how about trying to beat this powerlessness at its own game?  If little things can undo us, why not use little things to create some semblance of order in our lives?  Why not create little pockets of control in our lives to suggest to our insides that we actually can survive the chaos — we can refuse to give it the power to unravel us completely.

Here is how I fight the chaos, the feelings of powerlessness.  This will sound stupid and silly, but it helps me survive.  I clean the commode every morning.  I make the beds and fold the corners so that they will not trip Mary Ann when she walks around the foot of the bed.  I fold the chuk that was under the commode, move the clean commode to the foot of my bed.  I roll the lift from the living room where it spends the night into the bedroom to the foot of my bed.  I get Mary Ann’s pills which, every Saturday, I put in the little compartments in which they always go.  I set the pill timers.  I change Mary Ann’s night time pad (like Depends) for a day time pad (each holds a different quantity of liquid).  I get her dressed, velcro shoes for when we are out, making bathroom changes of pads go more quickly.  And so it goes. 

If we can’t control the big things, we can control some things.  When people came in struggling with mild depression (I referred those in deep depression), one suggestion I made was to make a list of just two or three simple things that they could easily do, tiny things.  I suggested making the list and checking off those silly little items when they were done.  Depression seems to come when we have the sensation that we are powerless to do anything about our situation.  My goal was to help them re-train their thinking, their gut, so that some small sense of control returned.

Most people who talked with me about problems that were overwhelming them heard the same suggestion.  Make a list of all the pieces of the problem that seems so overwhelming — usually there were multiple problems converging.  Then take the list and divide it into two lists. In one column, put the things you don’t have the power to control or change.  In the other column list the things that you can actually affect in some way.   The first list for those whose view of reality gives this weight, is the prayer list.  For those who don’t find that a meaningful option, it is the list of things to take off your plate of things to do.  Any energy spent on them is wasted.  If you had the power to change them you would have long ago.  Let them go! 

The second list is the “to do” list.  Take all the time and energy that has been wasted on things over which you have no control, get off your butt and do one of the things on the second list.  If it is too big to do, do something, anything, any part of the thing that is too big. 

Yes, I am a list maker.  Yes, I have put something on the list after I did it so that I could check it off.  Do whatever works for you to help you find some level of control in the face of things over which you have no control. 

Caregivers feel powerless because we are powerless — but not completely powerless.  Our job is to figure out what we can and can’t do, then do what we can and let go of what we can’t.  What is surpising to me is how often it turns out that the little things I could actually do did make a difference — more difference than I thought possible.  

 If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

April 11, 2009

Caregiver Decisions: Right or Wrong?

Posted by PeterT under Meaningful Caregiving, Relationship Issues | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

Should I or shouldn’t I?  Decisions come at such a pace that often it is just impossible to give each one its due.  Sometimes little decisions accumulate, and before you have time to really think about it, the decision is made.  Which decision is the right one?  How can I be sure it’s right?

About a year and a half ago, I made a decision, a big one.  I decided it was time to end a very satisfying and stimulating and meaningful career of some forty years to do full time care for Mary Ann, twenty-two years into Parkinson’s Disease.  Was it the right decision?

While the decision was made and announced a year and a half ago, the actual event took place about ten months ago.  I haven’t yet had a full year’s cycle since the day that career came to a screeching halt.   If I had been burned out it would have been an easy call.  If I was tired of the people and the demands, retirement would have been the obvious choice.  If I felt the people I was serving were anxious for me leave the job (I have no doubt some were), it would hardly have been a decision at all.  There was warmth and affirmation voiced by enough to make me feel that I was appreciated.

The truth is, it was actually a decision!  Most choices we make, while we may call them decisions, are actually simply the logical next step along a path that is actually very clear.

The word decision has as part of its root the word translated “cut.”   An actual decision is a choice that demands cutting away something of value for the sake of something else of value.  Which is which is not always clear.  In fact, my use of the word “decision” demands that the choice is not clear — at least at first glance.

I made the actual decision to retire in approximately thirteen seconds, while sitting across from Mary Ann at McFarland’s Restaurant.  Does that sound cavalier, irresponsible?  I saw Mary Ann struggling to get food out of the dish to her mouth, finally giving up in frustration.  It is as if a switch in my mind flipped.  It was a switch of recognition that the time had come.  The time had come to give her my full attention instead of having to struggle for bits and pieces as I focused on my career away from her.

Understand, while the decision was made in thirteen seconds, the process leading up to it had gone on for years.  There were many pieces that were coming together to create the environment from which that decision emerged.  While I would be retiring a year early relative to Social Security, I was vested in my pension and would have a far smaller income stream but not much different from what would be available if I waited another year.  The shock of the lower income would be significant whatever the year I chose.  Another piece was that the number of Volunteers to stay with Mary Ann was diminishing at a fairly brisk pace.  My Daughter and Son-in-Law  needed to return to Kentucky, since the two year commitment they had made was up.  The employer in Kentucky was ready for the return of a valued employee closer to the home office.  Our Daughter had been our mainstay during those two years.

One of the significant pieces of the landscape in which the decision was made was the difficulty I was having doing my work justice with the roller coaster of demands that come with caregiving.  What insulated me from that dimension was a remarkable professional and support staff that, to put it bluntly, covered my tail!  There was a high quality of service provided the community in spite of my limitations.

I can remember saying many times that I would not be a good full time caregiver.  I had decided to work well past retirement age, using whatever resources were available to care for Mary Ann while I worked on.  Even when I began thinking about moving toward retirement, I did so with a deep terror that it would be a disaster for both Mary Ann and me.

In that thirteen seconds, it became crystal clear that I needed to have time with Mary Ann while she needed me most.  Actually, Mary Ann was not really so excited about the prospect of my being at home all the time.  She has a set of feelings of her own about my presence with her — but I am the one writing this post, so you will get it from my perspective.

While I would like to be seen as noble and compassionate and a dedicated husband, I did it more for me than for her.  I have a pretty realistic understanding of humanity.  Most of us do what benefits us.  I needed to stop working and come home to Mary Ann.  I needed it for selfish reasons.  First of all, I do love her in that deep way that includes romantic love and the kind that takes decades to build.  You can only understand it when you  have experienced it.  I made a choice that I could live with.  I care who I am and who I become.  Making that choice brought with it pain beyond description and a deep feeling of worth and value that cannot be stolen from me.

When a decision must be made, each option has good stuff and bad stuff in it.  If it were all one or the other it would not be a decision.  To make a real decison means losing the good stuff in the option to which you say no and gaining the bad stuff in the option to which you say yes.

This week I am feeling the pain of what I have lost.  At the same time, I celebrate what I have gained.  I have gained time with Mary Ann, including moments of frustration for both of us and moments of joy.  Yes, I am watching her slowly decline, but I am here to see it and have some small impact on how it goes.

In a sense, I have moved from a life that included external validation from a salary, from working in a public forum, from others whose lives I entered at some of their most important times, to a life focused on internal validation and the chance to be there for another human being (whether she likes it or not) in a meaningful way, one that makes a difference daily.

Did I make the right decision?  I have no doubts!  In fact, that thirteen seconds was so decisive as to have freed me not to waste a minute on regrets or second thoughts.  I am free to live each day to the full, whatever frustrations or joys it brings.  I get to do it with someone I love.

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

April 5, 2009

Caregiver Options for Support

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Help from Others, Meaningful Caregiving, Practical Tools for Coping, Therapeutic Activities | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

Who can we talk with about our predicament, who isn’t tired of hearing it or just doesn’t have any frame of reference to really understand what we are going through?  It is terribly easy to become isolated.  Since conversation isn’t an easy thing to accomplish when words for one are difficult to find, let alone get out where they can be heard, a longing to talk and listen and be understood. 

Last Thursday evening Mary Ann and I attended a monthly Parkinson’s Support group meeting in our area.  The group varies in size, but lately I would guess there have been thirty-five to forty-five of us in attendance. 

I remember the first support group we attended just a few years into Mary Ann’s diagnosis.  It was in another city — a large group with Parkinsonians at all levels of symptoms.  I can remember seeing one man in particular who was so dyskinetic that it was all he could do just to stay on the chair, arms and legs flying everywhere.  I suspected it would be so.  After that visit to a support group, it has been all but impossible to get Mary Ann to another one anywhere.  It just seemed scary to see the possibilities for her future right there before her eyes.  It was a denial shattering experience. 

Now that I am retired, we have started attending a local Support Group.  Mary Ann is now far enough along in the progression of the disease that there are few, if any, more debilitated than she is present at any given meeting.  Last Thursday was one of the times we separate into two groups, Caregivers and Carereceivers.  Those who attend the support group seem to especially appreciate the evenings we divide into the two groups. 

There is an agreement we make when we head into our respective rooms.  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.   We are free to talk openly about our respective struggles without concern that what we say will be shared with anyone outside those gathered there.  That means, I will not share what was said, at least in specific terms, only in general terms. 

Both Mary Ann and I especially appreciated our respective group conversations last Thursday.   In the Caregiver group, we share our unique circumstances and our central problem.  We understand each other.  We help each other by sharing how we have dealt with challenges that are just coming over the horizon for others.  We pool our knowledge and each leaves with a new piece of information, a new possibility for dealing with whatever we are going through at the moment.  If nothing else, we have had a chance to vent for a moment with people who actually do understand what we are going through. 

It takes courage to break out of our isolation and open ourselves to people, most of whom we barely know.  When I was working full time, my circumstances allowed me to talk freeling with caring people with whom I worked.   When I retired, that outlet ceased.  That support group ended.  I realize now even better just how important it is to take seriously the need to connect regularly with people who are traveling the same landscape, who can support us in very concrete ways with information and insight. 

The Leader who facilitates our group on the evenings we divide into the two groups is the Caregiver Program Specialist for this Area’s Agency on Aging.  The website for our Area Agency is www.jhawkaaa.org. I suspect that in most other areas there are such programs available.  We discovered that help is available for some of the equipment that is needed to help with the mobility and safety of our Loved Ones. We discovered that there are programs that provide respite care so that Caregivers can have a break from hours to days, including overnight.  There is even some funding that allows that care to be given at little or no cost to folks who need the help, with no income guidelines restricting its use.  While there may or may not be funds in your area, it is important to look for support options.  We cannot do this for long by ourselves.  For our sake and the sake of our Loved One, seek support options. 

In our case, the combination of family, Volunteers, paid workers from private agencies, and County or Regional programs for the Aging combine to help us find a balance that raises our quality of life.  For those who have earned income and must use paid help to keep working, there is a tax credit available for dependent care. 

One piece in the support puzzle for me is an online group for the spouses of those who have Lewy Body Dementia.  Since Mary Ann has now been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, the group has been a meaningful addition to my world of Caregiving.  That group is available at any time day or night.  They are as close as the keyboard on the computer.   Members of that group share completely openly, confident that others understand.  Someone in that group has been, is now, or will be experiencing their plight.  Members can cry on each other’s shoulder or laugh at the silliness we sometimes encounter.  Whatever the chronic disease that lives at your place, there is likely to be an online group to be found by searching for the name of the disease adding words like support or support groups.  I found this group through the Lewy Body Dementia Association site,  www.lbda.org.

Caregivers do not only give the hands-on care, we are charged with the task of seeking out and managing options for support that keep us and our Loved Ones safe and healthy.  When someone asks what he/she can do to help, suggest conducting a search of resources.  As Caregivers we are often overwhelmed with the steady stream of needs.  It is important for each of us to move out of our isolation and through our reticence to reach out to others for support. 

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

March 29, 2009

Caregivers’, Carereceivers’, Volunteers’ Safety Issues

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Help from Others, Meaningful Caregiving, Practical Tools for Coping | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

I got the dreaded phone call.  I was at work, Mary Ann was at home with a wonderful, capable Volunteer who had agreed to stay with her for a three hour shift.  Some days there were as many as five different people to cover all the time I was at work, which often included evening meetings.   Mary Ann had fallen in the bathroom and hit her head on the ceramic tile floor. 

Understand, Mary Ann is not the sort to just sit still and wait for someone to tell her when she can get up.  Her independence (a euphemism for stubbornness) has carried her through challenges any one of which would have taken a person with less strength of will.  Mary Ann got up to use the bathroom — a simple and necessary task.   Parkinson’s or not, Mary Ann can move like lightning.  She moves with a determination that says, don’t mess with me, I can do this.

Either before or after the task at hand, as she stood, Orthostatic Hypotension entered the story.  That is one of the many things we have come to know about.  We now know more than we ever had any interest in learning.  I could have gone to my grave without ever knowing what Orthostatic Hypotension is, and would have been content and fulfilled.  When anyone of us stands up, our blood pressure drops.  In an instant our blood vessels constrict to raise our blood pressure so that, among other things, our brain has enough blood to function fully.  OH is what happens when people who have a compromised autonomic response (in her case, medicine and disease process) stand up and the resulting blood pressure change is not corrected.  The person faints.  The doctors call it Syncope.  Somehow knowing the medical jargon makes me feel better able to deal with the multiple medical professionals on our team.  They may very well think it sounds silly, since I am sure I don’t always use the terms correctly. 

Here is the important part of this story.  Mary Ann fell on that hard floor, smashed her glasses into her face producing a bloody nose that would not quit.  What appeared worse than that was the giant hematoma on her forehead.  Because of the blood thinning character of Plavix, which she takes to help prevent another stroke, her forehead filled with enough blood to bring the protruding bump to the size of a softball. 

When I arrived home, she was still on the floor with her face down, blocking our veiw of the hematoma.  It became obvious as soon as I got her up off the floor that we needed to get to the Emergency Room.   

How can we keep our Loved One safe if we use Volunteers? 

First of all, we can’t!  We cannot keep our Loved One completely safe whether we use Volunteers, or paid Professionals, or never leave her/him alone.  Either we come to terms with that reality or go completely nuts, becoming useless to our Loved One and ourselves. 

With that said, we do have an obligation to use whatever means are at our disposal to create as safe an environment as possible.   This is not just about the safety of our Loved One.  What can we do to keep ourselves and the Volunteers safe?  If we hurt ourselves trying to help our Loved One we will cease to be able to give the care that is needed.  If a Volunteer hurts him or herself, we will feel responsible for our part in letting them be hurt, their lives will be disrupted, they will not be able to help your Loved One, and someone will be liable for any costs associated with their care. 

Are you scared yet?  Have you just phoned all the Volunteers and told them to stay home?  While we cannot guarantee no one will be hurt, we can make responsible decisions on what to do to minimize the likelihood of someone being hurt and at the same time prepare for that contingency. 

What follows are just a few of the things we have done over the years to address safety issues:

Mary Ann wears a gait belt at all times — something she hates.  A gait belt is just what is sounds like, a belt that is a help when she is walking.  I walk beside her (when I can get there fast enough) and put my hand lightly on the back of the belt.  Because it is at her waist, high enough in relation to her center of gravity, if she begins to get out of balance, it takes very little pressure to pull her back from going over.  We found a non-profit that makes them in a variety of colors, www.gaitbelt.com.  Gratefully, they are also very inexpensive.

After Mary Ann’s fall in the bathroom we began by putting down on the floor mats for children’s play areas. We now use them in the garage  to cover the area she is in when she goes out the door into the garage to get in the car.  We got ours at Sam’s Club, but here is an online link showing the floor covering:  http://www.matsmatsmats.com/kids/playroom-floor/soft-floor.html  We found a shower mesh floor that avoids the problem of mold due to moisture trapped under the mat, it resists mold.  It can be found at http://www.duragrid.com/shower.html  That is what now helps protects Mary Ann from hurting herself badly if she falls to the floor in the bathroom.  It looks good and is easy to install and remove for periodic cleaning.

We found that some of those people who served as Physical, Occupational and Speech therapists were willing to give their time to come to a gathering of Volunteers to demonstrate how to help Mary Ann without hurting her or them.  Once in one of those training sessions Mary Ann got on the floor and the therapist showed how best to help her up.  They were willing to demonstrate simple activities that could be done with Mary Ann to provide appropriate mental and physical stimulation.   

We put together a booklet filled with all sorts of information.  It includes contact numbers, whom to call for help getting her up if she falls, what hospital we use, directions to the house that may be given to the Emergency folks if 911 must be called.  The booklet is to go with her to the hospital, so it includes the names of Mary Ann’s doctors, a current list of medications, her Living Will.

It also includes a description of what to do when Mary Ann gets up to walk, what to do and not do when she begins to fall, what help she needs with personal tasks.  It lists things that are normal for Mary Ann but might concern a Volunteer, dyskinetic (involuntary) movements, dizziness, confusion. 

We talk through with new Volunteers what to expect.  We assure them that we understand that none of us can control what happens, to help relieve them of concern that they will be held responsible if she falls and hurts herself.

Finally, we have obtained an umbrella insurance policy to help provide for the contingency that someone might be hurt trying to help Mary Ann.  With so many people in and out of the house, there is a vulnerability that comes. 

After the fall, we took Mary Ann to the Emergency Room.  Even though she had fallen flat on her face on a ceramic tile floor from (apparently) a standing up position, she broke nothing, not even her nose.  It took hours each of two days to get the nosebleed to stop.  When the packing came out a few days later, to our surprise, it did not start bleeding again.  She did not have a skull fracture but was pretty confused for a few days.  We did need to get a new pair of glasses.  Mary Ann seems to be made of iron.  She has fallen multiple times, sometimes more than once in a day, but has broken no bones. 

Safety is an issue whether there are Volunteers or not.  Our job as Caregivers is to do what we can to create as safe an environment as is reasonable given the place in which we live, the resources we have and our Loved One’s need for some independence.  Having done that, it is time to let go of the constant terror we could choose to embrace.  Life is too short to waste living in fear.  Live safely, but live. 

What are some things you do to make your Loved One as safe as possible?  Do you use Volunteers?  Where do you find them?  How do you prepare them?  How is it going?

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

March 27, 2009

Working and Caregiving: Help!!

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving, Practical Tools for Coping, Therapeutic Activities | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

I got back earlier today from doing something that was a part of my job before I retired.  I remembered.  I remembered what it is like to have to get someplace and do something required by a paying job, while at the same time having a more important responsibility tugging against that job, responding to the needs of the one for whom  you are caring.  The chances are the income from that work is necessary for putting food on the table and keeping a roof overhead.  You are likely to be the sole sustainer of the environment in which you do the Caregiving. 

What can complicate it even more for those who are working full time and doing full time care for a Loved One, is, should it be so, that job being something deeply satisfying and fulfilling, something that gives meaning and purpose to your days, something for which there is not only the tangible affirmation of being paid for it, but sincere words of affirmation from those being served through your work. 

I remembered.  I remember the feelings of being so tired that it hurt, it just hurt.  I remember seeing no way to survive the next week or day or hour or minute.  I remember the panic of knowing there was an absolutely necessary commitment being threatened by a last minute major need in the life of the one loved deeply who needs you a that same moment.  I remember heading off for a day so full of intensely demanding activities as to be more that could be handled when rested — that day being faced after the third night of very little, sometimes no sleep.

Help!!  Some of you who happen upon this post are at your wit’s end, the end of your strength and stamina.  I have read emails from folks who work and care for someone far into Lewy Body Dementia.  I have known well a number of folks who have cared for someone with Alzheimer’s Dementia.  I have walked alongside many who have cared for someone dying of one or another form of Cancer, ALS.  Most of them have had to somehow manage to maintain a livelihood, a career, a job of some sort, while their heart and mind and attention were dominated by the needs of the one they left when they went off to work each day.

When I was working full time and doing full time care when not at work, sometimes people would say, “I don’t know how you do it!”   My answer was usually something like, “It is just what I do.  Everybody has something to deal with.  This is just our particular challenge.”  Now that I am retired and doing full time Caregiving only, I don’t know how I worked full time and cared for Mary Ann when I was at home. 

I have no simple solutions to the problem of balancing work and caregiving in a way that keeps the Caregiver able to function at both tasks.  As I reflect on those years, there are some things I remember doing to keep from being reduced to a heap of quivering flesh. 

I started with having a career that is deeply fulfilling.  It was stimulating, creative, energizing, brought me into some of the most intimate moments in people’s lives.  Finding purpose in work helps the work become a tool for survival.  Even if the job sometimes seems to you to be such a small part of some institutional activity as to be virtually meaningless, think for a moment.  Of what is your job a part?  Who depends on you doing your part of the whole task?  Finally, there is some reason that you are being paid to do whatever it is you do.  Someone needs the product or service that is the end point, no matter where what you do falls in the process or how tiny a part it may seem to be.   Yes, there may be people in that workplace who seem bent on making your life miserable.  Yes, there may be a culture that diminishes the value of what you do.  Don’t give away the power to decide for you what value you find in what you do.

Lot’s of folks I know bring a healthy lunch with them to work, along with some walking shoes and head out with a friend or two for a mid-day dose of exercise and the concomitant endorphin rush (a legal high).   Sometimes a two minute visit to an online site that has beautiful pictures and music can provide a moment’s retreat and help provide some balance in the day.  Exercises at the chair, or walking the stairs instead of using the elevator, or parking a long way from the door can provide some help in managing the impossible load. 

When returning to the house from work, the needs for my help were always immediate.  There was never any decompression time, transitional time, a moment to catch a breath before the accumulated needs had to be fulfilled.  I have heard some say that they arranged for whoever had been staying with their Loved One (whether paid or volunteer) to stay an additional length of time to give them a change to get their bearings.  That never worked at our house.   There was always an expectation that I would give immediate attention. 

While at home, having a list in mind (or written down) of things that take very little time to do, whether household tasks or activities that provide a moment’s break or some activity that includes a bit of renewal or personal satisfaction can allow a touch of balance.  Instead of wasting precious time immersed in frustration and feelings of powerlessness, be very intentional about creating and taking moments for yourself.  In  my case those moments would be used immersed in my own thoughts, reframing what I had just been doing in a way that allowed a sense of accmoplishment or purpose.  I sought moments of distraction engaging the elements of the day, sun, rain, clouds, birds, flowers, trees, fresh air, the feel of the breeze.   A trip to my favorite spot for soaking in a Kansas view can be done in twenty minutes including travel time.   Two night, three day, trips to the Spiritual Renewal center in Oklahoma happened twice a year when I was working.  The time in the car was retreat time as CD’s of my favorite music calmed my spirit. 

While those moments of reflection, of engaging my senses worked best for me, what has worked for you?  The challenge is to find things that can be done in the moments in between caregiving tasks.  How are you managing to survive both working and caregiving?  How do you keep from unraveling completely?

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Clicking on the title of the post you are reading will accomplish the same thing.  Comments are appreciated.

 

March 25, 2009

Caregivers/Receivers: What about Anger?

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving, Relationship Issues | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
[2] Comments 

Let me begin by telling you that I am not feeling angry at the moment.  This is not a chance for me to vent about my frustrations.  What I want to do is say what is obvious to those of us in Caregiving roles — as well as those receiving the care.  We get angry!

When we get angry we have to figure out what to do with those angry feelings.  While I would like it to be so, I am not always calm and rational and thoughtful and caring and sweet and loving — I had better stop before I lose my supper.  Mary Ann and I are not always sweet to each other.  Gratefully, neither of us expresses our anger physically.   We don’t call each other nasty names.   We do get angry. 

We have to figure out what to do with the anger so that it does not alienate us from one another or eat holes in our insides.  We don’t happen to be sweet talkers.  I appreciate those for whom sweet words come easily — when those words are genuine.  We are not cutesy-pie or sweet-cheeks or honey bunny sort of folks.  We didn’t use baby talk with our children — maybe a little with our Grandchildren, but that’s different!  We don’t use sweet talk with one another. 

Actually, I like that we say what we want to say to each other with words that sound genuine.  There is a trust that emerges that we are being straight with each other.  We try to be thoughtful in what we say without using words that sound like empty flattery.  We can both be pretty grumpy.  That is just the way we really are, sometimes grumpy, sometimes loving and kind and happy and content. 

When anger comes there are some elements of dealing with that anger that are unique to a caregiving and receiving relationship.  It just isn’t fair to express anger at someone who is sick, who has been battling Parkinson’s Disease for twenty-two years, who has had stolen from her every ability that brought her creative satisfaction, someone who depends on you for almost everything.   But where then can it go?  How can it be expressed.

Then, how can Mary Ann express her anger at me when moments later she has to depend on me to get her a sip of water or more importantly a dish of ice cream?  How can she risk alienating the one person who is there for her pretty much twenty-four hours a day?  Where then can the anger go, how can it be expressed.

If you haven’t discovered this for yourself, let me tell you something important about long and committed relationships.  They contain within them the capacity to be angry with one another, be grumpy, express it, and not threaten the relationship.   We trust each other enough to admit and express our anger. 

There are, of course, some rules.  No hitting!!! No name calling.  No damage to the furniture, doors or walls.  There may be an enthusiastic shutting of a door.  There may even be some yelling.  My children and those I taught in Confirmation Classes can testify that this little body can produce sounds audible from quite a distance, startling when heard at close range.   

There is an element in the expression of anger in a relationship that is not always appreciated.  Expressing anger appropriately in a relationship can strengthen it.  The operative word is “appropriately.”  Admitting that you are angry about something creates a vulnerability.  I can remember in our early years of marriage, Mary Ann once  saying to me, “I just wish you would get angry with me.”  By the way, she has lived to regret ever saying that. 

In her own way, she was asking me to be honest with her and reveal myself more openly, be more fully present with her.  She was asking me to trust her with my anger, trust her with what lay in my insides. 

Here is where that insight relates to our relationship as Caregiver/Receiver.  Were I to refuse to let her see any of my anger, it would signal to her that I thought her to be too sick, to debilitated to handle an honest relationship.  If I were to be sweet and nice and never grumpy with her, she would suspect that I had somehow lost respect for her strength. 

If Mary Ann were to become docile and compliant, never grumpy, always appreciating whatever I said or did, eating leftovers without complaint, never becoming impatient with me, it would signal to me the loss of someone who has been a force to be reckoned with, a strong presence, the person I have loved for all these years. 

We are not just Caregiver and Carereceiver, we are husband and wife!

What helps in managing the anger that comes is reflecting on it long enough (after the first reactive moments) to determine what it is that is the actual cause of the anger.  More often than not, what we are actually angry at is the insidious nature of Parkinson’s.  The ups and downs, the unpredictability, the inability to make plans and keep them, the relentless direction of this rollercoaster ride, combine to create frustrations that bubble up when some evidence of Parkinson’s presence pops up (sometimes as suddenly as Jack does when the little door of the box opens). 

I seem to have little ability to change this pattern, and I am frustrated by that inability.  When Mary Ann falls, which can be multiple times in a day, I get angry and grumpy about whatever it is that put her in the position of falling.  When I reflect on those reactive feelings, it becomes apparent to me what is actually happening.  I am scared.  We have been to the emergency room with blood that refuses to coagulate.  I know that head injuries are what most often finally take folks with Parkinson’s.  I am upset that I didn’t anticipate it and figure out how to prevent it.  I am frustrated that the very same medications that keep her able to function throw her into dyskinetic movements that compromise her balance, that the disease process combined with side effects of meds can cause her blood pressure to lower resulting in fainting.  I am angry that she doesn’t think about all that and avoid situations that make falling likely.  I am angry that the disease has slowed the thinking process making that kind of rational behavior difficult to maintain.  I am angry that she has always had a stubborn streak that, while it is keeping her alive, it is at the same time driving me crazy.   And then she wonders why I am angry at her when she falls since she isn’t the one who chose the Parkinson’s and brought all the challenges into our lives.  She isn’t doing it on purpose.

What about anger?  Well, admit it, name it, express it in ways that hurt no one, then think about it.  Use the energy it produces to find ways to deal with the problems that trigger it.  Don’t waste the anger.  Use it constructively.   Don’t let the Parkinson’s, the chronic illness, rule your feelings, your personal and emotional well-being.   Respect each other enough to be open and honest, vulnerable to one another.     Allow the chronic illness to become only an objective part of the landscape in which you live and grow and love. 

Yes, I would like to hear what you do with your anger.  I would like to hear what tools you use to manage it, release it, diminish its power.

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Comments are appreciated.

 

March 23, 2009

Caregivers/Receivers Romance! (Rated PG45)

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

In last night’s post I said I would do it.  Tonight I will keep that promise, or threat, depending on your perspective.  As I said last night, this is rated PG45 since that number exceeds the ages of our Daughter, Son and their spouses.  As Daughter-in-Law Becky once said when I was only hinting at something that could move into the forbidden area of parents intimate activity — “Too much information!!” 

Since I am old and by some measures (probably most measures) a little stodgy, there is no need to fear too much information.  In saying that, I have, of course, lost all those curiosity seekers who ended up here in hopes of finding something titillating.  I am not sure this old ticker could handle much titillation.  With that said, we old folks still have young folks living inside of us. 

I remember sitting in a movie once, I think it was one of the Grumpy Old Men movies of some years ago.  There was a scene in which Walter Matthau and Ann-Margaret kissed — right on the lips.  Everyone in the theater who was under thirty groaned audibly.  From right behind us I heard at an “Oh gross!” 

I do have to admit that the thought of kissing Walter Matthau full on the mouth is hardly appetizing.  Then again, Ann-Margaret is another story.  What the young among us probably don’t understand is that we old people think other old people are cute, sometimes downright good-looking. 

What is at issue for Caregivers and Carereceivers is how to keep romance alive when meals are often interrupted by bathroom duties and waste management is a routine activity, when arms and legs and stomachs have grown or the skin on them gathered into wrinkles.  How is it possible to get excited about one another when one is tired and annoyed by having to do everything for the other, and the other is tired and annoyed at being followed around and scolded every time there is some behavior the other one doesn’t appreciate? 

Now comes the real problem.  I have just asked the question.  How the heck am I supposed to answer it???? 

Let me start this way.  Mary Ann and I are in our mid-sixties.  When I look at her, I see the cutie whose engagement picture hangs on the wall of our bedroom.  Forty-four years has not stolen from me the feelings that drew me to her.  I would not presume to speak for her.  In fact, I might actually prefer not having her speak to this issue.  I can remember the feelings I had before we met, fell in love and married.  I remember the profound loneliness of being a young single fellow who sometimes felt deeply sad, not sure why.  Once Mary Ann entered my life, never again did those lonely, deeply sad feelings return.  While I don’t fear death, I do fear the return of those feelings, should she leave before me. 

How do Caregivers and Receivers experience romance?  First of all, we do!  Understand, romance is not just about body parts and orgasms and ejaculations.  In fact, those whose understanding of romantic love centers on the biological act of intercourse, have no hope of ever experiencing romance.  By the way, old people actually do know about the biology of conception.   Some of us have had children.  While I happen to have been a pastor at the time and am familiar with the Biblical account of the Virgin Birth, we had our children the usual way. 

I have read many emails from those who are caring for a spouse who has ceased to be the person they married.  They have only memories to draw on for those romantic feelings.  How can they find a way to express their love.   If love was just about body parts and couplings, there would only be sadness left for many. 

The marvel of it is, love, romantic love, has depth and awe and wonder that is only hinted at when people first fall in love.   My favorite movie of all time is no secret to those who know me well.  It is “The Man from Snowy River.”  I don’t know what lies deep in the recesses of my psyche that draws me to it, but I can tell you what I recoginize about it that draws me.  They are simple things.  I love the photography, the scenery.  That movie is the reason one of my dreams has been to visit Australia.  The scenes of running horses will take your breath away.  There are two central themes that draw me to it.  One is the coming of age of a young man who proved himself in spite of the odds against him.  I suppose a 5′ 6″ kid with who had Rheumatic Fever and was not at all popular might understandably enjoy that sort of theme.  The other central theme is the romance that grows between Jim and Jessica.  It is beautiful and touching even to a guy not much into chick flicks.

In the sequel, “Man from Snowy River Two,” the ending is, as with every such story.  Maybe not in so many words, but the ending is, and they lived happily ever after.  “Happily ever after” is what romance is about.  The “ever after” in happily ever after lasts through smelly socks, passing gas, spitting up babies, rebellious teenagers, unsuccessful recipes, stupid comments, throwing up, diahrrea, tragic events, bad mistakes, arguments, hurt feelings.   The love that creates and sustains a relationship after riding off into the sunset can endure waste management, food that lands on the lap and on the floor, caring for bedsores, seeing that blank look of no recognition in the eyes of the object of that love, because of the dementia, hearing harsh and unloving words from the mouth that you kissed in former years. 

That isn’ t pretend love.  It isn’t some poor substitute for the rolling and grunting of biological coupling (which, by the way, is great fun).  It is something that is in its own way, beautiful and meaningful and romantic and intimate beyond anything that could have been imagined when lips touched in that first kiss decades before. 

I will say this much that is specific and personal.  Once or twice a week, I have the job of washing and drying Mary Ann’s hair.  (The Bath Aid does it twice a week also.)  Mary Ann has great hair for which she often gets complements.  While the Parkinson’s has taken much from us, washing Mary Ann’s hair brings wonderful feelings of intimacy.  It is tactile and gentle and relaxing and warming.  Running my fingers through her hair as I dry it is my experience of “happily ever after.”   The other day, Mary Ann gave me a kiss on the neck as I was bent down pulling up the disposable underwear after using the commode.  (Too much information?)  Strangely, in a way, the Parkinson’s has brought more intimacy than it has taken away. 

I would like to think that  Jim and Jessica will grow old together — that their love will grow until they know what it is really like to live happily ever after.

Those of you who are in the throes of caring for a spouse whose chronic illness creates barriers in your relationship, I guess I would like to know what brings real romance into your lives.  How do you cope? 

If you want to write a comment about this or any of the posts on this blog, look to the column on the right side of this page, titled “Recent Posts,”  click on the name of a post and you will find a box at the end of that article in which you can write a comment.  Comments are appreciated.

 

March 22, 2009

Caregivers: What about Death?

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
[3] Comments 

I spent almost an hour this evening with someone whose family Hospice told is in his last twelve to twenty-four hours of life.  Before retiring last summer, my career had been to serve as what in my religious tradition is a called a pastor.  What I have to say in this post is not only for those who happen to have a spirituality like mine, or any spirituality for that matter. 

First, I have a belief system that is secure and unwavering.  There are tools at my disposal when spending time especially with the dying, tools that offer profound hope in the face of death.  I make no apology for having such a belief system.  I do not ask the readers of this blog to share that belief system or any belief system.  It is my hope that my reflections on death have implications for all of us as we finally have to face the inevitable.  We cannot make it go away.  As helpful as denial is in the day to day celebration of life in the face of chronic illness, death must be faced for there to be any real joy in life.  Otherwise we are left with a spectre hanging over us that steals the joy from our days. 

Doc and I talked about how hard it is to leave behind people who are loved deeply.  Who will take care of them?  When the time comes, both those giving the care and those receiving the care have to come to terms with the separation that comes with death. 

Let’s not tiptoe around this one.  I have heard the plight of folks much farther into the unbearable pain of caring for someone who no longer recognizes them, someone who can do nothing for him/herself, who cannot converse, who is for all intents and purposes gone with only a shell of their former self left.  I have felt their frustration as they talked about struggling to love what is left of someone they loved deeply before the Dementia took its toll.  

How can they not long for death to come and release their Loved One from their helplessness?  How can they not long for death to release them to live again if they see death to be transitional rather than terminal.  This one is hard for me to talk about since Mary Ann and I are still far from that point.  In fact, I am anxious to write a post on Caregivers’ Romance, which by the way will be rated PG 45.  It is rated that way to warn our children and their spouses who may put what I write in the category once named by our Daughter-in-Law, “too much information.” 

For tonight, it is death that is on my mind.  Is death friend or foe?  While my theology has clear language addressing that matter, the experience of folks with whom I have interacted over the years is not simply theological.  It is experiential.  When death comes in a sudden, tragic way, when the victim is young, death is the enemy.  When someone has lived fully for many decades, when someone has fought a terribly debilitating disease, death may very well be a welcomed friend. 

The truth is, of course, that death just is.  However we define it or describe how we feel about a particular death, it just is.  We have no say about whether or not it will come.  It will come.  How it comes, when it comes is worthy thoughtful reflection and discussion.  Whether or not any one of us will die is not up for discussion.  We will. 

 My goal with Doc was to help him find his way to peace.  The way to peace is to finally decide to let go.  Both Caregivers and Carereceivers have similar problems.  Neither wants to let the other go.  Each thinks that by hanging on to the other, they can change the inevitable.  Each thinks they can keep the other for them to love.  They can keep the love alive, just not the body. 

Until we come to terms with death, we cannot live meaningfully — sadness is unbearable, and joy is shallow and fleeting.  We experience little deaths every time there is a separation.  There are tearful goodbye’s at the doors of preschool classrooms and college dorms and weddings.  I remember my Mother commenting that when we returned home for a visit as an adult family, when we left, she had to get in the car, go out and do something.  It was hard to say goodbye even then. 

We don’t want to let go.  If we don’t, however, if we don’t let go of that little one trying to learn to walk, that little one will never learn to walk.  If we love our child, we have to let go.  Otherwise it is not love, it is ownership, possession.  It is about us, not the child. 

Yes, to let go at the time of death is an act of love.  It is an act of love for a Caregiver to finally say, “I love you, I will miss having you here, but it is okay for you to leave.  I will be okay.”   It is an act of love, a final beautiful gift to the Caregiver and those who want so badly to keep the one they love, it is a gift to say to them, I love you, I will miss you, but it is okay for me to leave leave you now.  You are free to live. 

For the dying whose capacity to communicate has long since gone, the words of love may not be there, but the person who lived in that body before the Dementia took him/her still leaves behind love from better times.  The care you have given, maybe long after romantic feelings have been snuffed out, carries within it, love from former times.  Death can free memories of better times to surface and overshadow the struggles and the pain and the hopelessness. 

Death by its very existence gives life its sweetness.  In his dying, Doc is touching his family in a way that has folded into it an intimacy that can be found nowhere else.  I have had the privilege of experiencing a moment of that deeply moving intimacy. 

Is death friend or foe?  Sometimes it can be a merciless foe.  Tonight, as it approaches, it is a wise and thoughtful friend – a gift ready to be opened.

 

March 21, 2009

Stuck Caregiving! What am I missing?

Posted by PeterT under Daily Challenges, Meaningful Caregiving | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |
Leave a Comment 

We are now into the later stages of Parkinson’s and moving into Parkisonson’s Disease Dementia (a Lewy Body Dementia).  Traveling is tough.  We can’t really plan much of anything since we never know from one hour to the next whether Mary Ann will crash and fold for a couple of hours of napping, have a major intenstinal event, or need a trip to Baskin and Robbins, or Sonic, or DQ or Sheridan’s.  Getting very far from medical facilities that can handle the complexities of her convergence of medical problems, provides a strong disincentive to venturing very far. 

To a certain degree, we are trapped by the Parkinson’s.  The dream of that train trip across Canada appears to be left to the world of fantasy.  My dream of a log cabin in the country is not an option, although I doubt I would be willing to do the work necessary to take care of such a place anyway.  That trip to the Snowy Mountain region of Australia is out of the question. 

There are all those other retired folks who travel and dine out and go to shows and concerts.  We have never so much as seen the Grand Canyon.  Just watch cable television for a while and look at the beautiful, exciting places to go and things to do.  There will be no dinner-dances (gratefully, since I can’t dance).  There will be no treks into the woods or wetlands for rare bird sightings. 

What are you missing?  What are the things you planned to do before the Chronic Illness joined your family?  Are you going stir crazy looking at the four walls of your home, or the inside of your car as you make short local trips, or the waiting rooms of multiple labs and doctors offices?

I have to admit that at the moment, I do not have identifiable feelings of resentment about what I am missing.  I can only speak for myself on this.  I will not presume to speak for Mary Ann. 

We have had some adventures in our life together, however low key they may be.  We have toured England, the Netherlands, Austria, Switzerland, Belgium.  We have cruised the Virgin Islands and traveled to Denali in Alaska and cruised the coast to Vancouver.  We have skiied in Colorado.  There was also that trip to DesMoines — the notorious diversion from Colorado triggered by uncooperative children in the back of the station wagon. We have made it to see Santa Barbara and the Carolinas. 

All that is not to impress you with our travels.  For over forty-three years of marriage, that is nothing to brag about.  That is not the point.  The point is, as much as we were in awe of the beauty we saw, it did not give our life meaning and purpose.  What we saw was interesting greenery, colorful flowers, varied topography, beautiful structures.  Sometimes we stayed in rooms with nice looking decor, sometimes in very ordinary accommodations. 

When a Volunteer comes to stay with Mary Ann for a couple of hours, I sometimes head to a nearby lake with some of the most beautiful gardens imaginable, filled with ponds and waterfalls, colors dramatic enough to take my breath away.  I can head out to places where Eagles are nesting and water birds are migrating by the tens of thousands.  Within an hour and a half of here we can find restaurants as good as any anywhere and take in the occasional show.  When all the pieces fall in place, I can travel to a spot a few hours away and spend two or three days in utter solitude, hiking and reading, observing wildlife, feeling the warm sun and the soft breeze on my face, the rustle of the leaves, sunsets that fill me with wonder. 

Yes, I am missing wonders that are spread all over the world.  What I am not missing is the capacity to experience the marvel of all there is to see as the sun and the moon and the stars illuminate the part of the planet in which we live.  The topography (admittedly, pretty flat in this Midwestern location), the flowers, the birds, the trees, the wildlife, restaurants and stores and movie theaters are here to be experienced. 

More than that are people of all sorts, with stories to tell.  In fact, through the wonders of technology, I can interact wtih people from all over the world.  In our online group of Spouses of those with Lewy Body Dementia, there are people from New Zealand, from Italy, from Wales, from Canada, from all over the this country.  There are children and Grandchildren to be celebrated.

I guess I am just not sure I am missing anything so important that it needs to make me sad.  Sure, if circumstances allowed it, we would take that train trip across Canada or see the Grand Canyon, I would venture off to Australia, live in a log cabin in the country, but if none of that ever happens, I will not despair at all that I have missed in life.  Life has been full to the brim.  More than I ever thought to dream has come to be in one way or another. 

Again, I have to ask, what would you like to experience were it not for the commitment to Caregiving that shapes your life now and limits possibilities?  How does it make you feel no longer to have the option to realize those dreams as you had imagined them?  What do you do with those feelings?

 

« Previous Page — Next Page »