Dmaxwell
New member
- Joined
- May 31, 2020
- Messages
- 2
- Reason
- CALS
- Diagnosis
- 12/2019
- Country
- US
- State
- MA
- City
- Brighton
My husband saw a neurologist in 2018 who listened to his symptoms and immediately suspected ALS. He refused to follow through with her. He was angry that she mentioned ALS and refused to see a doctor for over a year. The symptoms progressed and he finally saw another neurologist who confirmed the diagnosis in December 2019. He was seen at an ALS clinic in January. He had a g tube placed in March.
We have a part time aide 7 mornings a week.
He has lost the use of his arms. He can only walk with the aid of two people. He uses a BiPAP. He needs cough assist and suction many times a day. His anxiety and unhappiness are off the charts.We are close to signing up for hospice.
He (over?)analyzes every move we make and as a result of his cautious nature we always seem to be playing catch up with this horrible disease. We can’t sign up for hospice until he finally accepts delivery of his power wheelchair. We also need to have an appointment with communications specialists as hospice won’t cover the technology that he may need to communicate. This is after he refused appointments with these specialists in February because he believed the appointment would be too long and too taxing.
I am frustrated by the delay because we both need more assistance than we are getting. He needs different medications that will help with his anxiety and his breathing. His requests for help are nonstop and his criticism of the way the help is given is pretty much non stop as well.
The aide and I practically tiptoe around the house. He can’t tolerate chatting. I don’t cook any more because the smells bother him. He is unhappy when I speak to people on the phone...just quick daily check ins with our sisters and our sons.
I am sitting in our den with him now while he is sleeping in his hospital bed. Last night one of our sons stayed over so I did not have to get up to answer the many requests for help. I stepped outside to say goodbye to our son and came back in to an upset husband who said he had rung his button for help many times in the 5 minutes I was outside.
I know that five minutes is an eternity when you can not move but I do miss my freedom to do spontaneous things like walking out into a beautiful spring morning. Then the guilt comes rushing in, he will never ever be able to do simple things that bring pleasure.
We have a part time aide 7 mornings a week.
He has lost the use of his arms. He can only walk with the aid of two people. He uses a BiPAP. He needs cough assist and suction many times a day. His anxiety and unhappiness are off the charts.We are close to signing up for hospice.
He (over?)analyzes every move we make and as a result of his cautious nature we always seem to be playing catch up with this horrible disease. We can’t sign up for hospice until he finally accepts delivery of his power wheelchair. We also need to have an appointment with communications specialists as hospice won’t cover the technology that he may need to communicate. This is after he refused appointments with these specialists in February because he believed the appointment would be too long and too taxing.
I am frustrated by the delay because we both need more assistance than we are getting. He needs different medications that will help with his anxiety and his breathing. His requests for help are nonstop and his criticism of the way the help is given is pretty much non stop as well.
The aide and I practically tiptoe around the house. He can’t tolerate chatting. I don’t cook any more because the smells bother him. He is unhappy when I speak to people on the phone...just quick daily check ins with our sisters and our sons.
I am sitting in our den with him now while he is sleeping in his hospital bed. Last night one of our sons stayed over so I did not have to get up to answer the many requests for help. I stepped outside to say goodbye to our son and came back in to an upset husband who said he had rung his button for help many times in the 5 minutes I was outside.
I know that five minutes is an eternity when you can not move but I do miss my freedom to do spontaneous things like walking out into a beautiful spring morning. Then the guilt comes rushing in, he will never ever be able to do simple things that bring pleasure.
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