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- Nov 12, 2015
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- Reason
- CALS
- Diagnosis
- 11/2015
- Country
- US
- State
- CA
- City
- San Diego
Four years now since my husband was diagnosed. He was doing well for the first three years, but this has been a difficult year. His left hand is gone, his right hand is very weak and he can do little with it. He is also having trouble walking and is on bipap much of the day now. It's hard to see him deteriorate this way. He alternates between sorrow and denial. The sorrow manifests itself in his mourning the things he can no longer do. The denial requires me to make him special foods that he swears will make him well. I've moved him into the bedroom and bought a TV so he doesn't have to navigate the two steps into the family room any longer. It's hard to believe that just about a year ago he did a 2 mile hike in Zion on his own.
My caregiving duties have increased exponentially. I do have a caregiver but when she is not here I spend much of the day helping him. He needs help with a lot of things but so far he can still feed himself, although I can see where this is headed too. I assist with all personal hygiene, physical therapy, and respiratory care while the caregiver is out. We're in the process of getting approval for a power chair, building an elevator in the house, and I'm looking now at sliding shower transfer chairs after he nearly fell trying to get in to the shower yesterday. I told him no more showers until we can make it safe, so sponge baths instead. I'll need to remodel my bathroom after the elevator is done; between our current construction project, which I am managing, and the power chair and home health visits and respiratory and personal care it's hard to keep up with everything. Seems every time someone comes over to evaluate him they ask me if I've done something else yet (Have you gotten a handicap van? Don't you have ramps? What are you going to do about the shower? When is the elevator going in?) and it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough. Guess I'm not the best caregiver but I'm trying. There are times when I lose my spirit or become frustrated and I'm not good at hiding it from him.
I'm told he has a decade or decades yet. My neighbor said "I hope it's decades!" I don't want to lose him but honestly I don't know how I'm going to do this for 10-20+ years. We had looked forward to retiring together and traveling and having fun. Now I'm watching friends do just that while I'm emptying his urinal and trying to make sure he is comfortable.
Honestly most of the time I am exhausted. I am thankful for the few friends who understand how it really is.
V
My caregiving duties have increased exponentially. I do have a caregiver but when she is not here I spend much of the day helping him. He needs help with a lot of things but so far he can still feed himself, although I can see where this is headed too. I assist with all personal hygiene, physical therapy, and respiratory care while the caregiver is out. We're in the process of getting approval for a power chair, building an elevator in the house, and I'm looking now at sliding shower transfer chairs after he nearly fell trying to get in to the shower yesterday. I told him no more showers until we can make it safe, so sponge baths instead. I'll need to remodel my bathroom after the elevator is done; between our current construction project, which I am managing, and the power chair and home health visits and respiratory and personal care it's hard to keep up with everything. Seems every time someone comes over to evaluate him they ask me if I've done something else yet (Have you gotten a handicap van? Don't you have ramps? What are you going to do about the shower? When is the elevator going in?) and it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough. Guess I'm not the best caregiver but I'm trying. There are times when I lose my spirit or become frustrated and I'm not good at hiding it from him.
I'm told he has a decade or decades yet. My neighbor said "I hope it's decades!" I don't want to lose him but honestly I don't know how I'm going to do this for 10-20+ years. We had looked forward to retiring together and traveling and having fun. Now I'm watching friends do just that while I'm emptying his urinal and trying to make sure he is comfortable.
Honestly most of the time I am exhausted. I am thankful for the few friends who understand how it really is.
V