September 21, 2020 by jas
Books seldom have the whole story. They begin somewhere and end somewhere else. Always there are pieces of the story not included for any number of reasons. Even a memoir cannot be a detailed rerun of life. Sometimes a backstory can fill in a few gaps!
In the series Accepting the Gift of Caregiving, the two books are limited to My Love’s illnesses and behaviours plus my caregiving challenges, responses, and emotions.
A friend challenged me to to re-awaken the spirit that originally brought the books to life to create a backstory.
This is what arrived on my screen when I asked my writing genie what a backstory would look like…. quick, under-discussed sentences. This is what my genie typed!
My wish for the Accepting the Gift of Caregiving series,“Is There Any Ice Cream?” and “Did You Hide the Cookies?” is that our stories will introduce insights and a sense of ‘what if’ to caregivers who are alone and unaware.
I felt a little encouragement laced with humor might reassure those who have no choice but to care for one with various fatal diseases.
Today, we are nearly nine years from My Love’s day of diagnosis of COPD, Alzheimer’s, vascular dementia, and anxiety, and are currently living in the Canadian isolation of coronavirus – just the two of us, together for months. In addition to my normal daily housekeeping tasks, I shower him, shave him, cut his hair and nails, and button his shirts and pants. I cut up his food and monitor every pill he takes so I don’t find them elsewhere. I read to him, play music for him, and choose the older movies because he recognizes actor names.
He paints some, but nothing like he used to. We wash dishes together. Lately, I wash, dry and put away, while he supervises. We clean house together – I dust and vacuum, he holds the vacuum cord. I sleep with one eye open and keep the door locked, with dog bells hanging off the knob. I put bright glow tape on the walls, so he is guided in the dark of night.
Early on, I created a temporary desk setup in the dining room…we have not eaten at the table for the last nine years. I can work, write, do business, from this Yamaha stand with a repurposed bookcase shelf that holds my laptop and monitor sitting on a spice rack spinner, that sits on stacks of books to reach eye level.
My centrally located station has replaced my office for so long that many office supplies have migrated and are now spread across the floor beside me…I sense the chaos. I am just feet away from My Love sitting across the room, while he still feels independent. But from where I sit I can observe ‘behaviours’ in the living room and kitchen…like the cookie jar! I am present, yet I can escape into my work without him suspecting my mind is having ‘respite.’
My earlier life did not include anyone with Alzheimer’s…I had no dots to connect, no reason to suspect where our lives were headed.
Looking back I can see there were any number of clues that My Love was showing signs that, if I had been familiar with memory loss, I might have directed my thoughts that way.
Five years before diagnosis at my mother’s memorial I asked My Love to take the family picture…push a button on my little camera. Sadly, I did not suspect his inability to remember my one instruction, and thus my picture of the entire family together is washed out. On reflection, I believe he did not want to take the picture. But, I recall being irritated because he resisted. Yes, I pressed for him to do it. I did not comprehend that his behaviour might be a sign that we were beginning our long walk, our long good-bye.
There were other clues and I note some in the second book.
After diagnosis, but before I understood what I had been ‘tapped’ to do, before I found the Alzheimer Society, before I knew other caregivers, I truly felt desperate and alone.
Over the years, I have learned making my way ahead as a caregiver is far easier when I have a sidekick. Having one who has gone before introducing me to what I might find dissolves my stress and debilitating fears.
I gained understanding as I went along. Without family help, I longed for support, which was not on my horizon until years later. I always wished I had realized earlier there were others who had offered guidance, who had already shared their journey in stories.
I have climbed that steep learning curve in the world of caregiving, gone to Alzheimer’s classes, been in COPD learning sessions, learned to cope with what the doctors call ‘anxiety’ that I still have never seen elsewhere. I have spent untold hours waiting in emergency rooms, going to doctors, memory clinics, hospital rooms and pharmacies.
During the years following my Love’s diagnosis, we met other loved ones and their caregivers. Some were taking care of parents, and many were couples like we were, with one person being the spouse caregiver. We socialized, were in weekly art classes, in exercise classes and eventually support groups together. Wonderful lifeline relationships developed. I was no longer alone as a caregiver. Having such a wide range of resources helped to reduce anxieties, decreased feelings of loneliness, and nearly eliminated moments of despair.
Lately, My Love’s memories have started to slide more. Not just memories of his past, but memories of where he sleeps, where he lives, who he knows, what day it is, all seem distant and meaningless to him. His thoughts do not ‘connect’ to his consciousness. His daily hallucinations, people only he sees, amplify the progress of his disease.
I have learned to speak softly and slowly, using direct, precise words; charades helped for a while. Now, many of his words, plus comprehension of my words, are gone, and our meaningful conversations are nearly nonexistent. So, I write, or scribble notes for later dialogue with myself.
Like a toddler, my 81-year-old love often makes one or two sounds at a time, not always recognizable as words anymore. The attempts are there. When he realizes, momentarily, that he cannot find the right word, he tries again, forgetting that he tried to find that word just moments earlier. But his brief frustration from word loss disappears quickly
I‘ve been his caregiver, his teacher, his mother, his protector, his friend, his cook, his housekeeper, his manager, his coach, entertainment director, (and sometimes just his entertainment). I’ve been his taxi driver, his secretary and confidant, and his partner. I have felt sorrow and joy, desperation and relief, anger and love, all related to both our behaviours, our responses and the challenges we have passed through together.
I hope this ‘backstory’ provides some context for the stories that have developed over the last eight years and that are revealed in my two caregiver books. 🌷
(If you noticed lately that you seem to only read ‘in snippets‘ – read how we might have changed our reading habits.)
You are my sunshine! Thank you for being here! 🌞
The Backstory (c) 2020 Judith Allen Shone
Books “Is There Any Ice Cream?” and “Did You Hide the Cookies?”
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