March 20, 2009

Caregivers: What did we do to deserve this?

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Are you as tired as I am of hearing “nowhere does it say that life is fair?”  As painful as it is to admit it, those words are true.  The harsh truth of it is, bad things happen to people, both the good and the bad.  Good things happen to the bad as well as the good people. 

Those of us who are dealing with a devastating illness that holds no promise of improving, can get pretty angry and very bitter.  When we do, we begin the search for someone or something to blame.  If we can find a genetic source, we blame those who provided the gene pool from which our Loved One came.  We can search the Internet and the journals and all the information we can locate to see if there is some environmental factor.  Then we look for whoever may have put the toxin in the environment. 

Sometimes we search for something we or our Loved One has done, some lifestyle cause.  If we  happen to believe in God, when all else fails, we blame God.  Oddly, if we do not believe in God, we use the terrible, unfair, devastating disease to prove that God doesn’t exist.  When we are at a complete loss to explain why whatever it is has come into our lives, we often cease to be rational at all.  It is God’s fault and we will punish God by not believing in God.  If we do not or have never had a religious dimension to our life, we are just angry at the meaninglessness that is intruding into our short stay on this planet. 

What I will say next sounds silly, stupid, shallow, and without any value in helping us cope.  Stuff happens!  You have seen the bumper sticker with more crude language.  Stuff happens!  Whether you happen to have a theology or no theology, faith in something or in nothing, stuff happens. 

If you are convinced there is nothing that exists other than what we can see, measure, or extrapolate from what we can see or measure, then having Parkinson’s or ALS or Diabetes or MS or Lewy Body Dementia or Alzheimers, or Huntington’s or whatever comes is just a fluke of nature, with no meaning. 

If you believe in God, however you define or confine that God, finally, the same is so.  Any God powerful enough, of such  magnitude as to be able to bring a universe of immeasurable size into being, containing powerful forces that could snuff us out in a millisecond – however personal that God may be to you, there is no way to begin to have the perspective of such a God to actually find an explanation that fits into our little minds. 

We cannot answer the question why!  It is a waste of precious time and energy.  We can find our way to the most intelligent human on earth, the most sophisticated computer, the most trusted theologian, the wisest guru, and we will not find the answer to the question, “Why, why me, why us?”

Here is what we can do.  We can look and listen, think and read, talk and ponder all the dynamics of what we are experienceing and do two things: One, learn something.  Don’t waste the pain, the struggle.   Learn something from it.  Two, use every ounce of creativity and information available to do things that use absolutely to the fullest everything you and your Loved One are still able to do — while you can do it.  Put those two things together, and you just might make some discoveries that add to the quality of your life. 

Battle the truth of your situation as if it should not be true, cannot be true, must not be true, and bitterness, cynicism will fill your days and  your relationships; the capacity to find joy and meaning in life will disappear. 

After the hospital stay precepitated by Mary Ann’s congestive heart failure, and the heart attacks and angioplasty and stent, followed by another stay for heart problems, followed by the life threatening pneumonia, followed by the stroke, followed by the Dementia, all emerging after years of battling the Parkinson’s, it dawned on me, that I never really felt that it was unfair that so many things came, one after another.  Fair is not a reasonable expectation.  Just because one thing happened to us, did not mean that we were any more or less likely to experience any other problem (except those of course that are a direct consequence of some current debility). 

No one is punishing us.  We are no better or worse than anyone else.  Things happen.  For us, when they happen, they become opportunities to learn, create solutions, develop mechanisms for finding meaning and fulfillment in what is so.  It is just so.  We can’t explain it or understand it or change it.  We can, however, choose to live in spite of it. 

I wonder what battles you have fought trying to come to terms with what is going on in your life as you deal with what has come your way.   Who do you blame?  At whom do  you scream when you are at your wit’s end?  Where do you turn to try to make sense of what your are going through?

 

March 17, 2009

Caregiver/Receiver Denial is Underrated!

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When I was little, before toys had been invented, my imagination was the primary source of entertainment.  With my imagination, in the living room, I could make a store of chairs with corn kernals and toilet paper rolls and all sorts of treasures that were laid out on each chair as the merchandise.  Yes, I have a bit of the entrepeneur in me.  I would sit on the floor in front of that little ivory colored table model radio off in a wonderful world of adventures, The Lone Ranger, Gang Busters, The Shadow, Sky King, Sargent Preston and his dog King, The Green Hornet, Superman.  

I cannot describe to you the magnitude of my disappointment when The Lone Ranger came to television.  Who was that skinny little man and his tiny horse who claimed to be the Lone Ranger and Silver?  No human actor could measure up to the Lone ranger of my imagination.  I liked the world of my imagination.  It was exciting, filled with possibilities not limited by the harsh realities of being a kid with Rheumatic Fever who wasn’t supposed to do anything that would break a sweat.  My brothers and sisters with whom I now enjoy a wonderful caring relationship in spite of the miles between us, my brothers and sisters were out of the house and on their way long before I headed off to college.  For all intents and purposes I was an only child, who spent lots of time in a world of my own making. 

I liked that world.  In that world I was whole and fulfilled.  In the other world, the one at school, with the other kids, the one in which I was measured by Dad’s expectations, teacher’s expectations, strata determined by others — most of whom came from far more affluent families than mine — in what some call the “real” world, I was not worthy of notice. 

You know, reality is not all it is cracked up to be.  Yes, I am short and chubby and forgetful and often given the Senior Discount without asking for it.  On the inside, I am snappy and hip and sharp and with it and young and sexy.  You wonder why I contend that denial is underrated? 

Let me tell you what I think Mary Ann feels about this denial business.  For the first five years after diagnosis Mary Ann refused to let me tell any but a couple of conficants that she had Parkinson’s.  In fact she was not convinced she had it.  If I were to press her on the matter, some twenty-two years later, I think she might just suggest that maybe she doesn’t really have Parkinson’s. 

When Mary Ann says, “they won’t let me in the kitchen any more,” I think she means, I could do it — I could chop those vegetables, wield sharp knives, and handle those hot pans just the way I did when “they let me in the kitchen to cook.”  (Yes, I am the “they.”) 

When Mary Ann hops out of that chair and heads off for whatever, I think in her mind, she does not have Parkinson’s, she will not faint due to having Orthostatic Hypotension (fainting due to low blood pressure — a mysterious combination of the disease process and side effects of meds).  

I am convinced that it is her denial that has kept her alive, fueled the feisty stubbornness that has brought her through heart attacks, clogged arteries, congestive heart failure, a life-threatening bout with pneumonia, a stroke.  As far as she is concerned there is nothing wrong with her but limitations put on her by a bunch of worry worts (most named Pete). 

Back to the Lone Ranger.  I liked the Lone Ranger of my imagination better than the one using an ordinary human actor, limited by reality.  While it frustrates me when I am trying to help Mary Ann stay safe, avoid trips to the hospital, keep alive, I think denial is a necessary tool for daily survival.

Let’s be straight about this.  Every time Mary Ann is in bed and very quiet, a little voice tells me to listen carefully to be sure she is still breathing — that she hasn’t died.  Every time she gets up to walk can be the last time.  She can faint or lose her balance and hit her head on something.  Head injuries are one of the most common causes of the death of someone with Parkinson’s.  Yes, this is part of our reality.  We have been to the emergency room.  I have had to call the children to come from other parts of the country, told that she might not survive the night.  We have been told twice that she was within a hair’s breadth of going on a ventilator.  Yes, Parkinson’s Disease Dementia (a Lewy Body Dementia) has begun and is likely to get worse until she does not recognize me or the children.  Yes, she may choke on her food (aspirate it into her lungs) and not survive.  Plaque might break loose from that rough surfaced lesion in her carotid artery.  A clot might form due to inadequate heart function — a clot that could take her in seconds. 

That is reality.  Is that how we should live, facing reality moment by moment, immersed in the truth?  Hell, no!  (Excuse my French, as they say — please don’t be offended if you happen to be French — Mary Ann is.)  The way to live is in denial!  Every day when we get up, we are as alive as anyone else.  We have things that need to be done that are shaped by our circumstances, but we are as alive as we were yesterday and as we expect to be tomorrow.  Don’t feel sorry for us or patronize us or suggest that our quality of life is any less than anyone else’s.  We love and feel and dream.  We are filled with the beauty of spring flowers and blue skies with puffy clouds.  We draw in the wonderful scents after a rain, we eat ice cream voraciously.  We cherish friends.

That is the reality in which we choose to live.  In our denial, we are not foolish.  We do what can be done to ready ourselves for things that are likely to come.  We have purchased our burial plots.  We have written down our preferences for funeral services.  We have chosen to live in a maintenance-free (hardly free) home.  We have enlarged doorways for wheelchair and walker.  We have purchased a lift for times I am unable to get her up.  We have checked out options for future care.  We have living wills and durable powers of attorney.  We are not stupid.  We acknowledge reality and deal with it.   We just choose not to live in it day by day. 

Give me the bigger than life Lone Ranger I saw in my mind’s eye, as I heard his booming voice with with my mind’s ear say, “Hi Yo Silver, Away.”

You can have Reality.  Mary Ann and I choose Denial.

 

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