I'm relatively new to this website but have noticed something that makes it nearly unusable for me. Nearly all of the discussions are based on caring for aging parents. I am caring for an aging husband who has Alz and has had a disabling stroke which left one leg nearly useless. He Must now use a walker at all times. I think caring for an aging, disabled spouse is much different than caring for parents. Does anyone have thoughts on this?
I think caring for a spouse is hard. Not only is their life changing so much, but so is yours. My friends disappeared, his friends never called, family never seemed to know what to say..... just a call to say they were thinking of me would have been great. But it is over now. Now my life goes on as best it can. I wish you the very best, stay strong.
Do not wait. Since all his problems get worse..
Thanks for listening.
This is my second marriage. My first husband died when I was 34 years old.
I have a number of chronic illnesses--PTSD, chronic pain syndrome, chronic fatigue syndrome and now, a new diagnosis of high blood pressure and a heart murmur.
I choose to give up my highly paid and highly prestigious employment to care for my husband. Even though I have all this "free" time I am truly never away from caring for him. His social life is busier than mine!! We are so lucky with the friends he has -- neither of us have family in Canada. One couple take him to see a movie every other Saturday. Another friend/colleague takes him to brunch the other two Saturdays. He also has a volunteer visitor who takes him out two afternoons a month. (As I write all of this down I am aware of how many of you are totally alone, without personal, professional or financial support and I have to ask myself what gives me the right to feel stressed all the time.) Since he is no longer able to drive I am his chauffeur but when I leave him with his friends I get a chance to go grocery shopping etc.
I am/was a Palliative Care Nurse and started my doctoral journey a number of years ago. I am now reaching the dissertation stage. As part of my research I kept a two week journal as a spousal caregiver and then analyzed the contents. My biggest surprise was the realization of how much I am grieving--not for the loss of my marriage--I am more like his mother--and not for the loss of the wonderful life we had. What I AM grieving for is the loss of the life we should/could have had.
I agree with others here who have written about spousal caregiving. Caring for a spouse IS totally different from caring for a parent or even a sibling. My biggest heartbreak is watching the look of puzzlement on his face as he tries to interpret what is happening to him. When he is aware of our situation he apologizes to me--as if it was his fault. The only thing I can tell him is that this is our new reality, that it is not the life we would have chosen but we are luckier than most. We have a roof over our heads, food on the table and people in our lives who believe that he is of value, that he is loved and that he is important. This seems to give him some degree of comfort. We just have to learn to recognize and cherish the gems that present themselves in our new lifestyle.
Perhaps it is a bit close to home for me but my research topic relates to spousal caregivers and how the diagnosis of their spouse with a life-threatening or life shortening illness impacted their relationship with their God--whatever "god" might mean for them. I am not particularly religious (I have the Irish Catholic guilt with the Irish Protestant work ethic!!!) but often came across this topic in my work with terminally ill patients.
During my reading for the analysis of my two week journal one thing came up time and time again--If YOU, as caregiver, do not look after YOUSELF, you will be unable to look after anyone else. One of the greatest gifts I have been given is my sense of humour. Without it I would have died long ago!
Shirley, like your husband, you will have good days and not so good day, even good minutes and not so good minutes. That is the nature of dementia. The thing you might remember through all of this is that you can only do the best you can with what you have. Do not let ANYONE, not even yourself use the word "should". It has to be one of the most destructive words in the English language. This is a wonderful website. Visit often and take from it what works for you. Sorry to have gone on for so long. Sometimes I have to remind myself how much worse things could be. Take care and be good to yourself.
My husband has vascular dementia and ste\inosis in his right leg. The stinosis is incurable but is not progressive. The dementia is progressive as you know. He is unable to use a walker or cane to help with walking as it gets in his way, he lifts it up to get it out of the way, and it causes him to fall. I am trying to get the owners of the building where we live to put up a banister in our long hall from the kitchen to the bathroom. That would be a sturdy hold-on for him.
I am a member of two caregivers groups that provide so much insight for me on how to handle situations. I finally realized that I needed help, so I have someone come in to do housework and laundry. This has been a great relief, so I can spend that time with my husband. I like to take my husband with me shopping, and for drives. He is incontinent and refuses to wear pull-ups (that's why I have so much laundry) which has really stopped doing this socially.
I highly recommend you got on YouTube and do a search for Teepa Snow. She is completely amazing and teaches us how to understand all forms of dementia and how to respond in a positive way to our spouses (parents, etc.) She has turned my life around. It is hard to get into our spouses head, but they cannot get into ours, so that is what we must do.
One new practice that has helped me a lot is taking three deep breaths 2, 3, or 4 times a day. It's amazing how it calms me down. AND, it doesn't cost a penny!
I wish you and your spouse happiness on this journey that we are on, a journey we didn't ask for, but is ours to live.
Your sister in caring...
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