mellabee
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- Sep 28, 2016
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- Loved one DX
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- Chicago
My dad was diagnosed with ALS about a year ago while I was living in out East and they were in the Midwest. I moved home to be close to family, help my mother (as she is helping with my dad and brother with Cerebral Palsy), and spend time with my dad while he was still in good health, or as good as can be. Now that I'm home, I have severely struggled as his condition and it's progression is much more obvious to me whereas living away from home I was more separated from the reality. Some days I cry because I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to appreciate my time with him, and some days I cry because I am devastated and don't know how to continue this rollercoaster ride until the end when it will only be worse - and when will the end be?
Little moments have haunted my mind. My dad is an amazing cook and has always made extravagant meals, however, this is becoming more difficult. As he is stirring he'll drop the spoon and claim his hand just stopped working, something so small but carries so much burden. He was proudly bringing food from his grilll and I hear him yell and I look over to see him fallen over the steps. The hardest part wasn't that he fell but the look on his face. It was as if he finally realized he needed help and I felt guilty I had not predicted he would. I should've know.
I can't help but fear the day he is in a wheelchair and struggling to eat, as we have grown up with a brother/son with severe Cerebral Palsy. It must be hard for him to realize that his son whom he had worked and struggled so hard to help as a father will soon be his own situation - it seems like a sick twist of fate to me.
Questions flood my mind constantly. Will my sister regret not being around? What will my mom do? Will he be at my wedding? Will he meet my children? Would my mom ever re-marry? What will holidays be like without him? How will we manage? How can I make sure he never feels guilty? How can I help? Can I do more?
Will life ever be okay again?? Endless. Questions.
Little moments have haunted my mind. My dad is an amazing cook and has always made extravagant meals, however, this is becoming more difficult. As he is stirring he'll drop the spoon and claim his hand just stopped working, something so small but carries so much burden. He was proudly bringing food from his grilll and I hear him yell and I look over to see him fallen over the steps. The hardest part wasn't that he fell but the look on his face. It was as if he finally realized he needed help and I felt guilty I had not predicted he would. I should've know.
I can't help but fear the day he is in a wheelchair and struggling to eat, as we have grown up with a brother/son with severe Cerebral Palsy. It must be hard for him to realize that his son whom he had worked and struggled so hard to help as a father will soon be his own situation - it seems like a sick twist of fate to me.
Questions flood my mind constantly. Will my sister regret not being around? What will my mom do? Will he be at my wedding? Will he meet my children? Would my mom ever re-marry? What will holidays be like without him? How will we manage? How can I make sure he never feels guilty? How can I help? Can I do more?
Will life ever be okay again?? Endless. Questions.