I figured it out...

 It isn't so much as being cranky and tired, although that will contribute to my current feelings.

I keep a paper journal. You know, one of those spiral notebooks with paper in it. The kind you have to actually pick up a pen and write with.

I use it to write down meandering thoughts and mostly the stuff I won't post anywhere on the internet. I can say what I really want to say about certain things without the danger of anyone being offended.

I can approach politics, religion, medical care, and people without any blow back. Well, I suppose if the journal is looked at after I am dead, somebody somewhere may be offended.

I finally realized the Why as to How I was Feeling.

I have run out of empathy and sympathy.

One friend who visited did nothing but talk about his 'situation' and his hardships and his struggles when he came to visit. In the past I offered empathy and listened intently.

My Respite girl who keeps showing up late has offered up her tales of woe without me asking for them. Normally I am the type of person that will listen and figure out if there is a way I can help or perhaps show verbal support. [Her tales of woe include 'excuses' for how and why she ends up being over an hour late]. 

[My thought on inconsistency is this. If I cannot depend on her to be timely, can I entrust her to care for my husband while I am not home? 

Hubby's thought is this. He is a Vietnam Veteran who fought in ground battles in country. IF a person did not have your back and did not act with responsibility, you could die. Pretty simple and direct views in my opinion.]

Here I had two people who came to 'give' me Respite and comfort [Shay's job is this] ... didn't. Instead they focused on their issues and problems and dumped them on me.

So while rambling and writing...this light bulb came on and suddenly I felt much better. I understood where my darkness was coming from and why it was bothering me. 

Here were two people over a period of days expressing all their challenges. They forgot that they were expressing their challenges, issues, problems, to someone who is caring 24/7 for a person who is dying.

They seem to forget that I am having daily emotional mountains to climb. Every day, I watch my soul mate disappear little by little. I am putting everything in my life on hold for his care. I am giving up the things I love to do and things that give me strength and emotional release for him.

My inner self has built a wall that never shows really how I feel on the outer self. 

[It's complicated--> that is how I grew up--> some day I may explain that ... just say, that is how I survived an abusive childhood with mom.]

I'm done feeling empathy and giving support right at this moment for those who need and crave it at every turn. 

Shay did show up on Tuesday and offered up some incredible 'reasons' for being late. She claims they are not excuses and said sorry sorry sorry about 100 times. 

I was chilled to the bones, I just raised one eyebrow as she dug herself deeper into a hole with me. Could she not read my face? Was she so wrapped up in her issues that she could not see how stiff I became? Did she not feel the cold air wafting off me?

She begged to let her come on the 4th where she could make Holiday pay and I reminded her that my Granddaughter would be here and that it would be family time. She asked to come another day [to make up for her loss of pay]. I stated that I'd see her Tuesday the 8th at 9:30 sharp. 

I'm giving her Tuesday because I have a car appointment that I need to get to. After she is done with her shift ...if she shows, I am calling her company and the VA to let them know that she is not living up to expectations. 

This issue changes the dynamics of trust which is a very big issue for hubby and I.

July 1st and Exhausted

 I won't lie.

Caregiving is exhausting. It can be Caregiving as a mom to kids, a mom to a disabled child, a young child caring for a parent, or a spouse caring for a spouse or elderly parent or relative.

I watch the latest PBS program on Caregiving which is a 2 hour program. Our Chaplain suggested I watch it as she felt it was interesting. It tells the stories of a few families along with the history of Caregiving and how hard it has been fought for by advocates over the years.

Francis Perkins served in the cabinet of FDR as Secretary of Labor. She was a powerful voice for not just Caregiving but the Implementation of Labor Laws to protect children, and so much more. If you are interested you can look her up.

So, right now I am exhausted. I my insomnia this past week was well used in visiting the night skies and watching the Fireflies mating dances. It eventually catches up and Sunday night I went to bed at 8pm and did not wake up until 5am.

It isn't just sleep deprivation, it feels like my soul is being dragged through a fog. When I am tired like this, everything is ugly. I am ugly. I am short tempered and have to bite my tongue.

What has not helped at all is that the Respite person has become unpredictable. I had a car appointment. As I am waiting for her with keys in hand to leave.

Text: Sorry hon, is your appointment today? I'm running late.

Me: Yes.

Now if anyone knows me, they know my work ethic is extreme. I always showed up before my shifts, was never late, and never had excuses.

Text: I forgot my medicine I have to take twice a day and had to go back for it.

Me: Hmmm.

I was not amused at being referred to as hon. 

Other reasons for being late. Overslept. Traffic. [on rural roads? plan for it!] Can't find childcare. 

I give her the benefit of doubt but it seems more and more that poor planning is the issue. None of the 'excuses' are valid. Not if she would plan ahead.

I'm going to combine that with the stress from the long weekend stay of my friend. I like him, I enjoy his company. I don't mind his pets. But more than one overnight stay is my new limit. And I am not available to waltz around in the woods and watch out for him.

I am going to set boundaries. I need to. Granted he helped weed my gardens, however I told him not to drop the weeds in the grass I just mowed.

See? When you lose sleep and are burned out, every, little, thing, matters.
Muddy dog prints on the floor. Talking when I need silence. Oatmeal on the table. Spilled coffee. 

None of those things normally bother me. 

However I seem to have become a nit picking freak. I tolerate the messes I continue to clean up [endlessly] from my husband as he loses control over some functions. I remind myself he cannot help it.

Then someone comes and adds to the 'burden'. In reality, they aren't really. But in my mind, it is so.

Jason finally got the idea I didn't want him in my way. He left. Rich will miss his company, but right now I won't. I want silence. 

Rich went to nap, and I decided to put off everything else after scrubbing the house and the rugs...

to dive into a place of divine pleasure. Getting lost in some creative endeavors.

 

After all, what really waited for me outside was storm damage that I needed to attend to.

When Respite shows up today, I use my 4 hours to run errands and then come back and start working on the fencing damage. See, the work doesn't stop just because one is tired or angry, or frustrated...

It still is in your face when you step out the door.

I am looking forward to NOT doing anything Hospice or visit related until Ariel comes to visit on the 3rd.

I may pull out chunks of bark and branches and create a fantasy world [all while tending to my husband's needs].

A final note.
With Caregiving like mine, it can be horrible and beautiful at the same time. It is tiring, it is hard, it is worth it.

We are lucky to have support where other folks don't. So I have to count my blessings as well as my gripes. 

But the mood of the Caregiver goes up and down with stress, anxiety, and fatigue. I am human, so I will have human moods good or bad.

And then this...just minutes ago.

Text: Hey hon, I'm sorry but I overslept, these new meds make me sleepy are you okay with me coming at 10:30 and staying until 2:30?

My response...slammed the phone down on the table.
I should have said no but I didn't. 

Me: I'm not pleased at all. I had to cancel the appointment I had for 10:30 and make it for next week for my car.

I told her to come. I have to get sweet feed, fly spray, wormer, groceries, and medications, along with other errands. 

How else am I going to get these things taken care of? 

I will be reporting this to her bosses and to the VA who contracts her company.

I am done with people who do not have a work ethic.

The conundrum? Rural health aides? Few and far in between and very unreliable. Those folks should be paid good salaries and be strongly vetted.

My last thought. If she can't be trusted to show up on time.
Can she be trusted to be a caregiver for 4 hours with my precious husband?

Not to be a downer...

 

Finally last night the dam broke in my heart and I had a long long quiet pity party for me. I realized that the house was going to be so empty when he is gone. The concentrator which has been a part of our lives for the past 10 years will be gone and quiet....
I won't get the tapping of the coffee cup in the morning and the question...

"Coffee made yet?" It used to irritate me so much as he'd say that before he'd say Good Morning. 
or "Hey what's for supper? Did you make it yet?" each afternoon. He knew how much that would get me going.

I'd laugh and threaten to hire a real cook. Our tiny house will feel empty after 30 years of the two of us knocking about inside of it.

Then I started thinking of all the paperwork I'd need to do. I mean, why not? These are things one thinks of at 1AM. 

I did decide to start a memory book though. I've taken years of photos of him. Mentally, I started to organize them in my head. To provide a distraction, I put on my headphones and turned on some 'Chill Out Music' to relax me.
So when this song came on unexpectedly .... 

Yeah so I totally lost it...but silently ... with salty tears dripping down my cheeks. 

The first few lines just slayed me...I've heard this song before and I know how it effected me then....

I know it hurts
Its hard to breathe sometimes
These nights are long
You've lost the will to fight...

And we all know how You tube works, they find this song in a play list and the playlist just kept on beating me up with songs of love and loss. But I needed it so I felt it in my heart.

As I listened and let my heart open to the emotions, I mentally started to list what I'd need to put a book together. I started smiling through those tears in the dark. Our memories, how we met, what we did...our crazy chance meeting. The instant knowledge that I'd met my once in a lifetime soulmate.

Handsome, funny, truthful, very OCD, PTSD'd veteran, all male, all full of himself, kind, honest, trustworthy, intense, fierce, difficult, loving man. 

In truth, he was a difficult father and husband in the first years he came back from Vietnam. Demons chased him constantly.  He didn't understand what was happening to him as so many veterans suffered the same unimaginable issues.

Perhaps he wasn't the best dad in the world but he sure tried hard when the grands came along.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for all of his grandkids. He still feels that way.

So now I am concentrating on a project. A photo book. Something that I can look at and remember.

It gives me a sense of direction and distraction right now as I watch his body deteriorate. This too is a process of living. I won't ignore it, I don't want him surrounded by strangers.

He is comfortable even though his body is showing signs of organ failures. He is home with his silly dog and his nutcase wife. His edema is beginning to rage all over his body but he is concentrating on the things he loves and holds dearly. He is not afraid, he is not in much pain. And he still taps his coffee cup for me and grins like the devilish fun guy he has always been.

And that is good enough for me.

Audacity

 I rarely get really irritated. 

But when questioned as to the 'why' I need Respite Care ... 

I'm sure the question was meant to be innocent but what I wanted to spew back out could have been rather nasty. I bit my tongue and just pulled my phone away for a moment...

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Do you need rest from someone calling out your name at all times of the night for one reason or another.

Oh sure. Those of us who have been parents understand this. A baby cries in the middle of the night and you are up to see what you can do to stop the crying. It may be a messy diaper, hunger, tummy ache, or something else. 

I was a young mom and could handle that rather easily. I mean come on, when you are in your 20's as I was, a sleepless night was nothing. I simply handled things and went on about my day. After all, that beautiful crying baby was so amazing and I was so full of love and adoration.

Fast forward 45+ years. Sleep. Oh for wonderful uninterrupted sleep. That sleep that evades us as we get older.

Things happen in the middle of the night. Things like the commode being missed, or a wardrobe failure. Or even the malfunction of the oxygen concentrator so the large 02 tanks had to be brought out. Then hubby was afraid to go back to sleep for fear that the 02 tank would run out. 

Can I have a glass of water?
Can you make me a snack?
Can you help me [pick something, anything. Pull up pants, put on shoes, button a shirt, become a short order cook, change the concentrator hoses, help with the wheelchair, socks, shoes, ~~ well, the list goes on with about anything one can think of.]

That is not to say that I can stop mowing the yard, cleaning, doing laundry, chores, and all of the other little things that have to be done on our small place. That includes juggling a schedule of the weekly bath, and other visits from the Hospice Team.

However with 4 hrs of Respite [twice a week], I can leave a load of laundry to be washed and dried, the dishes are done from lunch and often there are fresh homemade cookies on a plate or in a zip lock bag when I return. Sometimes, if I remember to put something else out, there can be a cake made also!

Last week Shay made a cold Italian salad that I'd laid out to make when I got home. Goodness. My supper was made!

She'd also swept up Charlie hair and cleaned the bathroom and organized my messy cabinet drawers.

On Sunday evening my neighbor Justin came down as promised and mowed down two large thistle patches that he'd promised to help out with. Last year it took me 3 or 4 days to chop it down with our scythe. He finished that job in an hour and said he'd be happy to do it again. Of course he was having a man and machine moment. Guys love their gadgets and he has a brush mower that he pulls behind his ATV.

Thistle patch Sunday morning before I asked Justin to mow it...I was using the scythe once more and decided I just didn't have the time...

I related this to a certain person. Apparently she felt that I didn't really 'need' Respite or all of those nice things that were 'given' to me. Why did I need that? After all, .... YOU are retired! What else do you have to do with your time??? Make HIM do more! He is just faking some of it. 

This person has never been with my hubby when he is getting dressed. Nor has she been with him for a 24 hour period. She has not seen the daily struggles.

For example, getting dressed seems like such an easy thing to do. Except when it isn't. Baby steps to get dressed. Simple things become mountains.
Yes, this is part of a life ending disease and that is what Hospice is for along with Respite care to give the Caregiver a break.
AND...I love my breaks.

So when someone doesn't understand why I need them...

Well, perhaps they might if they were to walk in my shoes for a couple of days.

Anyway this was my rant and my rave. 

I pushed the end call button and stared out the window.

Audacity: rude or disrespect behavior.

Ignorant: lacking knowledge or awareness in general.

I think I'll go with Ignorant. It fits better.

The hardest thing I did was to ask for help. 

The person not understanding my need for Respite? His daughter.

I'm changing the Ignorant...to

Willful Ignorance:
the act of intentionally ignoring or avoiding
information that could be inconvenient
~~ a conscious choice to remain
uninformed especially when
--my words--
when the information could be 
uncomfortable

[as much as this sounds like complaining, I want to state, that this is very valuable time between my husband and I. At the moment his condition is deteriorating and his edema is beginning to become a huge concern. I do get tired of the endless responsibilities. I don't hate our time together. I cherish it. Sometimes I get very cranky from lack of sleep and frustration of always being the adult. 
Yet I still strive to make his time left with me as comfortable as possible.
He is my soulmate after all.]

Paradox of Hospice

So our  plan is one of no pain and a lot of comfort and time spent together. 

I'm a pragmatic person. When Doris [another Hospice nurse] visited this past week she had some incredible advice and pointers. She has been a Hospice nurse for 30+ years. She is full of cheer which seems odd in her profession. 

Her advice. 
Visitors should be one at a time and only those who actually matter to you. If someone you don't really care for wants to visit...don't be polite, just say no.
If you have things you wish to do, do it if you are able. 

Watch the birds, enjoy your mules. Sit on the porch and drink coffee.

We are going to attempt--- with some help, a last fishing trip for hubby. One of Rich's lifelong friends is going to help us. He will provide the equipment, the car ride and the poles. He will even bait the hook for hubby.

We are getting a hospital bed for hubby on Tuesday. He will be able to elevate his legs to reduce the edema he is suffering from. Since he is unable to walk much fluids do build up in his legs. 
I've become and expert at putting his compression socks on.

One of the most important things we did this week was go to the cemetery where his folks and other family members are buried. It was quite the production just to get him in the Subaru for the ride, but we did it...one slow step at a time.

He wasn't able to get out at the cemetery to visit his parents' grave, but I was able to pull up close to the fence so he could watch me take care of the flowers.

He got confused as he said "No one has a flag for me out there."

I pointed out that he was still alive and he shrugged and said, "Oh yeah, I guess I am."

I put out the flowers and as is tradition, put a pouch of Grizzly Wintergreen Tobacco in the ground in his father's spot. 

Me: Do you miss your dad?
Him: Yes. A lot, every day. He was my best friend. OH no! I forgot to bring him chew!"
Me: I brought some and took care of it.
Him [he teared up]: Thanks sweetie. I just miss him so much.

We sat for a while and I pulled the car up where he could see his Great grandparents and Grandparents stones. He was pretty quiet. 
The cemetery is located on a road called Old Buzzard Lane. To get to the cemetery one has to drive through a dairy farm with cattle and round bales on both sides of the road. We waved to the farmer.

Rich had me drive the backroads to the cemetery and then gave me directions [I pretend I don't know the way so he can guide me] to drive another way home. He pointed out the different farms members of his family had on the way. 

So what is the Paradox? Before Rich entered Hospice we rarely had any visitors. Once the 'word' got around we started getting calls for visits. 

We pick and choose and set the rules. Only those who are very important visit. The looky-loos are turned away. 

Good neighbors text and drop by for a wee bit. The visits are nice. We set most visits at about an hour. But Rich enjoys them so much.

His Home Aide brings so much joy when she comes. His face lights up when she arrives. 

This week his regular nurse drove his classic muscle car on his rounds. It was a 1970's Chevy Nova SS which sparkled and growled.  Rich was beside himself. He offered to trade off our car for the Nova. 

So does this Paradox work? Rich is happier now that he is in Hospice than he has been in 10 years. He smiles more, chats more [still has aphasia which makes conversations more fun] and seems to have more light in his eyes when people come.

Hospice is often mistaken for a horrible time of life for many and eventually it is as the patient is expected to expire. 

However, being pain-free and comfortable and ... the extra care from the Social worker, Chaplain, Nurses, and Home Aides has improved his quality of life for the time he is still here.

No, it isn't a cake walk with love bubbles floating about in the air, but we are making our time together count as we have throughout our marriage and time together.

Oddly enough, his daughter has visited once in April. She called once this month to talk to him. I don't quite know how to take it. Rich just says that she is "Too Busy". I guess I'll take that as an answer. 

The Prolia thing

 

My near to last post about using Prolia.

I was called by the Endocrinologist's office regarding setting up another injection. 

Here it goes.

Me: No, I am not interested in continuing with Prolia as it caused me so much fatigue along with aches and random pains. Right now I cannot deal with the fatigue and pains as my husband is in Home Hospice with me as his CareGiver.

Scheduler: Okay, I will notify your provider. I am so sorry to hear about your husband.

Me: Thank you for being kind.

End of call.

Three days later.

Nurse: I'm calling from Emilee Peterson's office in Endochronology. I'd like to have you reconsider your Prolia shot.

From what I understand you said it caused you fatigue. Dr. Yadda Yadda [I don't recall the head doc's name so Yadda Yadda will suffice]...says that Prolia doesn't cause those types of side effects.

Me [ummmmmmmmmmm jeeze Dr. Yadda Yadda READ the fricking FDA side effects complaints!!!!]:

Oh? Really?

Nurse: Yes, Emilee would like to go over other options with you and we'd like to schedule an appointment. 
You know that skipping a dose can make you lose any bone growth you may have had and make you more prone to fractures. Any benefit you have had will be lost.

Me: Yes, so I will more than likely be in the same boat I was in as of December of last year.

Nurse: We strongly suggest with your severity of Osteoporosis that you consider another treatment.

Me: And that might be what? You know I have tried each medication on the market and so far have not reacted well to any one of them.

Nurse: Well the side effects of fatigue are more likely not from Prolia but from the stress of being a Caregiver to your husband.

Me: [Not going to argue, they have all of the answers] Hmmm. Well, I'm not interested in pursuing this at this time. My plate is full right now. I'm caring for myself with CrossFit and leaning on the Hospice and Respite folks.

Nurse: [I could hear her frustration] Perhaps we can set up an appointment in November to discuss a plan. ... You are doing CrossFit? 

Me: Yes

Nurse: Recommendations for Osteoporosis are to limit certain movements and weights. You shouldn't be lifting more than 25lbs.

Me: [insert chuckle -- snort] This morning I just finished a series of deadlifts of 85lbs along with pushups. My total weight lifted for the workout was 4,675 lbs in a series of lifts. That was my workout today. My warm up included a personal record of 150 lb for the deadlift. 

Nurse: ---very quiet---then... Can I send you over to scheduling for an appointment?

Me: Not at this time. 

Nurse: You will contact your PCP regarding your Caregiver Stress and Fatigue correct?

Me: I'll contact her and see her so she can know how well I am doing. Thank you for your time.

I hung up the phone.

Hubby: Who was that?

Me: The bone people, the want me to take the next shot of Prolia and I said no. Now they are telling me that I'll start breaking apart in June. What the F--k. I tried it, I didn't get along with it.

I went to the FDA site to read once more the side effects most complained about with Prolia:

Fatigue is reported by 45% of Prolia recipients. THAT is the first line of side effects. 
Dr. Yadda Yadda is full of Sh-t.

And after I calmed down and pulled some weeds in the flower garden. I thought about it. Fatigue.

Losing sleep as a caregiver doing home hospice is one thing. Since the meds are basically out of my system now, I have not needed daily naps. In fact I am like a mini dozer who eats Energizer Bunny Batteries. Fencing, mowing, weed whacking, hiking, and NOT having fatigue, headaches, and strange pains that come and go.

I went through a whole bottle of Tylenol in 6 weeks after getting my Prolia shot. I haven't had a headache or bone pain since mid March. 

I rest my case and am going out for a walk with the dog.

The part that really pissed me off was the fact that it felt like she was disregarding MY vision of what is going on with my body. My Osteoporosis is bad. However I am not in pain. I have been building muscles to protect my bones for years. I work hard on balance, strength, and endurance. 

She was just doing her script of what to say to get me in. I may consider it in the future again but not in this timeline.

Anticipatory Grief part II

 I wrote a blog about Anticipatory Grief on March 2, last year. I'd never really heard about it until there was a remote class via the VA Caregiver Social Workers last year.

It wasn't exactly a 'happy' post, more of a reflection of what I thought I knew and understood about the term Anticipatory Grief. I'm glad I did the class. I also thought I'd had it all figured out. 

Insert a big laugh right here. I like to think I can handle all things tossed at me. 

Well, things have changed radically. I actually have adapted I think fairly well. I knew I could possibly enter a phase where I had to do most everything for my husband. The damage to his memory and thinking skills are now more evident from his resp. failure. 

Shay, who is a young single mom and our respite gal said she and Rich had good conversations and that he seems to be okay with what is happening to him. He seems settled and at peace with it.

She then asked me how did I feel?

I said I was good with it. After all, Rich and I set up our Estate plans and Living Wills in 2012 and we had these discussions about aging and illnesses before he had cancer in 2015. The doctors will argue that his cancer treatment gave him at least 10 more years of life.

What didn't happen is good of quality of life. Doctors would point out that he was still 'here' and that he was able to visit with family. The cascade of issues that followed in the next two years took everything he lived for away from him.

Living day to day became a struggle combined with Major Depressive Disorder. His PCP told him not to feel sorry for himself as there were others worse off than he was.

[Yes, she said that and I immediately asked to be transferred out of her care.]

That is when we transferred to Palliative Care. His issues were dealt with and no shaming for being depressed or feeling hopeless. No intrusive exams. Pain management and mental health support were vital to him.

We stayed with the Palliative Care Team for 6 years.  

So back to the question. How was I dealing with the fact that we were now in Hospice Care. My mantra was 'I'm good with it.'

I understand the implications. I understand that my soul mate is dying. I also wonder what happens after. 

Wait.
I lose half of me in a way. We've been partners for 30 years. We've been part of each others lives for that long. For the past 10 I've been his 'Care Giver'. For the past 30 my life has been helping him negotiate his daily life which included many times in and out Mental Health Admissions. 

I was once asked why I'd hang around someone like him. My reply was pretty simple. He is an honest man, he loves intensely, he has a true heart, and he doesn't play games with people's emotions. And. He is my partner.

So.

While driving to town to get some groceries two days ago, a song came on the radio.  I don't recall what the song was. But I did have to find a spot to pull over. I parked on a side road that overlooked a trout stream.

It hit me.
Yes, I am prepared. Maybe. I am prepared for what happens and the process of his dying. 

Maybe I am not prepared for the 'afterwards'.