Thank you...
Thanks to everyone for your kind and understanding words of sympathy and encouragement. You are right, it's a really tough time, but we had nearly 39 years together, and we were so happy that our kids worried what would become of the one who was left alone. But God is getting me through this, and of course, our many friends who have been and continue to be so supportive and helpful. They are a blessing! One thing that we wanted to do was be able to get through this awful disease without having to have someone come into the home and help us...and we did it! I was his sole caregiver, and NEVER had anyone else even sit with him...I never left him except to run to the grocery a few times, but then the church family began to supply our meals, and at that point, I did not leave him at all...not even to go into another room because he could do absolutely nothing for himself...not even wipe a tear from his eye or scratch his nose...not even lift his hand from the bed to rest it on his leg...nothing! I tried one night to see how long I could just lie there without moving...it was torture and I cried for him without letting him know of course. It just broke my heart, but we tried to stay upbeat as much as possible. A positive attitude is absolutely vital in living with this disease. We had a few melt-downs, but not many, and they really only happened in the last month...I think he realized it was going to be soon, and he didn't want to leave me. A more precious man just doesn't exist...we were made for each other and talked about that a lot. I would encourage everyone to be SURE you tell your loved one how much you love them...and tell them often, because you just don't know which time might be the last. And one last thing...the only thing I regret is that I raised my voice to him once...it was because I was frustrated and having a difficult time with a transfer, and he sort of yelled at me...not really yelled, but that's how it felt to my heart, and I snapped at him and said "don't yell at me! I'm doing the best I can!" Then we both just cried and cried. I never yelled at him again, but I can't seem to forgive myself. So if you are the caregiver, please try to put yourself in their position and try really hard to be patient and soft spoken with them. The patient has every right to yell and scream and anything else to keep them from going crazy as they live out this death sentence. Just love them and force yourself to be patient and kind...you'll be glad you did, I promise.
Well, I suppose I needed to talk...I didn't intend to go on and on, but I appreciate you all listening. This is a great group of people and a wonderful support system, so as you fight the battle, stay close to each other...y'all can help each other more than you can imagine!