Hospice is ....

You know, no one really wants to talk about going into Hospice. It almost seems like a dirty word. When I mention my husband is in Hospice I get that look. 

The look in someone's eyes that conveys sadness and curiosity at the same time. People who know me well don't do that, but a casual friend in the store may ask about hubby and when I tell them...I feel the temperature change in the air between us. And the look.

And then they don't know what to say. They do say the social polite thing.

"I'm so sorry." 

Then I freak them out even more and reply. "It's okay. He is happier now than he has been in 10 years."

Their eyes say --You must be smoking weed or something! 

Maybe I am supposed to be sobbing and tearful each time I talk to someone about it. But that would freak them out more. 

The truth is. We as a society do not talk about end of life. It is a tabu subject. There is an end for all of us and I understand that. It does not in any way make it any easier to loose someone.

If I mention this to someone who has experienced going through the end of life with Home Hospice most of the experiences are recalled as bittersweet but not horrible. Home Hospice is different than say Hospital or Nursing Home Hospice. 

It is face to face. One on one.

It can be frustrating. It can be funny. It can have moments of joy and deep sorrow. Worry, anger, sadness, and even wanting to quit are all things that run through the Caregivers mind. 

I've even thought 'Just get on with it already' when I've had a few days of little sleep and too much to do. Then the guilt with a capitol G hits me. Jeeze, did I just think that? How awful am I?

At first I was slightly annoyed by all the visits per week from Hospice. Now I look forward to them as they break up our monotony of daily Caregiving. They understand where the both of us are at mentally and physically. The social worker doesn't just care how Rich is doing. The social worker and the Chaplain are concerned with how WE are doing.

Sometimes it is just friendly visit and we chat about the things that are important to us. Other times the questions are more pertinent but not uncomfortable.

The nurses and workers come to our home. I am not trying to cart a wheelchair and endless supplies of oxygen to doctor visits an hour away. I can have his meds delivered by courier or pick them up at the local pharmacy [which I do].

In fact the pharmacy folks know me be now and greet me like a good friend. No sorrow in their eyes. Lots of smiles when they check me out.

Thursday afternoon hubby felt awful, I could hear his wheezing from another room. He had me call the Hospice Hot Line. I tried his regular nurse, but his phone was off [he was not on duty]. I was transferred to nurse Ashely who decided to come from her current patient an hour away...to evaluate Rich.

She came and evaluated him and spoke with the attending doctor. Med changes were given for a possible bronchial infection. Or the other reason he was feeling so poorly was that it was a progression of his COPD [worsening]. So we adjusted.

The next morning I got a text from Jason, his regular nurse that wanted to know how Rich was doing. He apologized for not having his work phone on. Rich was doing a bit better. Then Jason gave me his personal phone number. I said I never wanted to bother him on his day off.

His text back was pretty amazing. "Val, we've been friends for years, I want you to call me/text me anytime you need me."

Did I say that I've been friends with Jason and his wife for 7 years? As luck would have it, we were assigned a person we knew as a Hospice nurse.

So what is my insight right now?

Rich is living with a life ending disease and as he deteriorates slowly, he is enjoying his life by not rushing from one doctor appointment to another. He is getting people visiting him. Mostly it is the Hospice Staff, but they have become so important to him.

His good buddy Steve calls or visits often. Our granddaughter Ariel has come 3 times this year to see her Grandpa. 

A good gym friend of mine came out yesterday just to visit and drop off some potatoes so I didn't have to run to a store and get them for the supper I'd planned.

We sat on the porch and she told me about her granddaughter and how her own daughter was a 24/7 caregiver and how she has been for 17 years for Spinal Muscular Atrophy. It puts a different perspective on what I am doing. 

Her daughter and granddaughter have to be incredible people. Just saying.

We've been involved with Hospice now since the beginning of March. It was an adjustment for us. But I have to say that the years with Palliative Care [not Hospice but a great medical program] and now time with Hospice have given us a better journey through a life ending disease. I only wish we'd have known about this for my Father in Law and my Mother in Law.

I'm glad we didn't wait too long to get in the program. It has made a world of difference to my husband and I. We feel more connected with what is going on with his health and our own well being. 

[Except for those days -- which are many -- that I feel overwhelmed]

Today. I baked a cake for him. The smile was priceless.

Charlie. The dog knows.

There is more than one reason to have a dog.

Charlie.
He has been acting a little different lately. He chooses not to go outside with me to do chores in the morning. He insists on staying in the house near hubby. He insists on getting up into the hospital bed with him during hubby's naps.

Does he like that situation much better than going out and smelling things? Or does he know that his master is not well.

When Charlie was under a year old, my MIL entered a nursing home. Charlie was allowed to go see her on a regular basis. He'd sit on her bed quietly while she petted him. In the hallway as we'd walk in or out residences would ask to pet him. Since he is only 7 inches tall, I'd lift him up so people could pet him.

Charlie would wag his tail furiously and make little soft noises. Sometimes a resident would give Charlie a ride in their wheelchair. Charlie would sit quietly and proudly as if he was a tiny king.

Charlie's nursing home visits stopped with Covid. I asked about going once more and since my MIL was no longer a resident [she died during Covid], they wanted Charlie to be a licensed Canine Good Citizen.

Poor Charlie. Sit, stay, down, are not in his vocabulary. 

Waggy Tails, Grunting with Pleasure, Wiggling, and being absolutely Cute are his strong points. Being silent and snuggling up to people are another.

Charlie now greets the hospice people with Wiggling and Happy Grunting [his Pekinese mom grunts with pleasure].

He will sit on his chair and take in all the conversation between Hospice and hubby.

When hubby gets his sponge bath, Charlie has to sit on the bed and oversee the process. He lays on the end of the bed and watches. Still as a statue.

Lately he is spending more time watching hubby. His every move is followed. Normally Charlie will take his place on the couch or his chair in the eating area and snooze while keeping a sleepy eye on the activity in the house.

Now he follows the wheelchair everywhere. 

I'd say that he is an exceptional Emotional Support Dog. Does he know what he is doing? Probably not. 

I looked up Emotional Support Dog and was surprised at how easy it is to get an animal certified without any special training.   Hmmmm.

That aside. Charlie knows.
He knows that one of his people needs his warm little body next to his and that somehow it makes that person feel better.

Seven years ago I brought home this funky little puppy and my husband said, "Well, what is he good for?" I handed the pup to my husband and he snuggled right in and made himself at home.

Indeed, what is he good for?

Charlie, you do not need a letter or a certification. We now know your purpose. 

And it is appreciated.

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?