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.]