IluvNY
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- Jun 14, 2011
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- 27
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- US
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- nj
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- montclair
My boyfriend was diagnosed in June 2011, he has gone from a cane, to a walker and now we are waiting for delivery of a power chair. He doesn't receive help from his family because they have no idea just how sick he is so I am caretaker. He moved in with me in October because disability payments were not enough to pay rent and of course it's difficult living alone with ALS(?). It's kinda hard for me to say that word as I am still hopeful of another diagnoses. He has been seen by a neurologist at UMNDJ and it seems a waste of time, we go there once a month and the dr. takes blood, have him do a few exercises and that's it. So now, he made an appointment with the ALS clinic in NJ. We are waiting for a approval for stem cell therapy and hopefully he will receive some benefit from it. Last night was the worst, he could not get up from the chair and I had fallen asleep on the couch to be awaken at 3am with him calling my name for help. I tried tl lift him and he fell. I couldn't get him up and he was so frustrated that he told me to just leave him and he wouldn't let me help him. He stayed on the floor until 8am, the ambulance was called and they lifted him to his walker and from there he went to bed. Fast forward a few hours - now he can't get out of bed and I'm just tired already and I hate this MND...to watch an independent man who stands 6.4" 200+ lbs be rendered helpless is unbelievably sad. I left him in the room on the bed, he is trying to roll over, get on his knees, anything just to get up. I can offer very little help due to my size. The MDA org is going to supply him with a "lift" but it will be at least another week. What am I supposed to do, I need help taking care of him, I need someone to cry to, to talk to, I've only told one person that he is sick but I don't share all of my frustrations or just how sick he really is. I am becoming increasingly more and more angry and even sometimes with him. Every day i go to work with a smile on my face and come home to cook, clean with a smile but I feel such rage, I cry in secret. This is a learning experience for me and I definitely understand the importance of friendships, supportive family and resources, none of which he has. I do everthing but still feel like it's not enough. Sometimes i don't know what to say to him, to encourage him....I feel bad for him. I can't imagine what he is going thru, the fears to just see yourself waste away. We now have an aide that comes in 2x week for 2 hrs. How do you take care of someone who loses all muscle function? Will I have to put him in an hospice eventually? I just needed to vent as this has been a rough weekend and I still need to go to the back room and hopefully I can get him out of the bed and to his walker. I have been reading these posts for a few months now since he was first diagnosed and as everyone before me has said - you guys are a terrific bunch, most lovable and supportive. You're amazing and you give me strength and hope. God bless you all!