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Three Egos

  • Posted on July 11, 2010 at 9:20 am

I suppose it should be four egos, the dog sure as heck has one to match those of Mom, David, & myself.  Seems it is a constant clash these days, and you know the juggling is becoming harder & harder.

I don’t know whose ego to massage anymore, sure as hell isn’t mine. It is always a toss up, between trying to calm Mom down, or David.  Both of them seem to be wanting more & more attention, as if the two of them are in some form of competition. Then there is the dog too, who seems to feed on that, demanding her own little piece of me.

There is only so much to go around, and I am feeling stretched beyond the breaking point. Most days Mom will sit and stare at me, then when I ask what she wants, she says nothing. Half hour later it is to go get changed, when the urine is worse, the nightshirt is soaked, and more laundry needs doing.

Then there is David who comes home in a mood, who keeps harping on how he needs hope of a future, without Mom.  He simply doesn’t understand how much that hurts, how it makes me feel like ripping his head off. Yet, I understand where it comes from, as really it is depressing.

Every dime goes to maintaining a safe home, one that is clean & has what is needed, which isn’t easy to do, without limited resources.  To make choices like between hamburger and depends, is a no brainer, it is the depends.

The need to constantly buy supplies like depends, sterile gloves, creams, and keep a reserve for medications, for other stuff that she needs, is hard to take. But what is really hard is that David isn’t the comfort I expect from him.  There is no one to share my own feelings with, my own moods, because they both look to me to solve their fears, their moods.

From Mom with her hearing strange noises, to David wondering what the future will be like without Mom.  It is becoming too much, yet what choices are there? No way I can walk away, though at times I wish I could. 

This is the hardest part of caring. Too many battle fronts to deal with, yet we have to. There isn’t much out there, to make life any easier.  So it is onwards, until either the end comes, or we just simply burn out and fall by the wayside.

Going It Alone

  • Posted on February 25, 2010 at 12:09 pm

It isn’t a subject I really want to think about, call it perhaps Denial, but then again, maybe it is simply a case of not wanting to face the reality of life.  I mean, we are born, we live for however long we do, then we die.  It is just that, nothing more, nothing less, unless we are fortunate to have some special gift, talent, that will let our lives be remembered.

My own life, will not be remembered by many, if any, and yet it hasn’t been an issue, at least not until now.

Mom is 92, going on 93, and she too will not have many who will remember her. Even my pathetic attempt at trying to make this site for her, will more than likely pass off into the vastness of cyberspace, an odd visitor or two, and that will be it.

I never really realized, just how much a loving partner can play in one’s life. I used to fight, argue with Dad, and yet I see how much Mom longs for him, even now, and I wonder, will David feel that way about me, when I have left this earth?  Maybe I am spending too much time, thinking about what is coming, or maybe not enough? 

This life is fragile, one can go at any time, and Mom has had a good run. I know that, and I know too that she is in pain, but fights on. Yet death will be a release, and yet too, if one believes in God & heaven, she’ll finally be re-united with her soul-mate, Dad.  As much as that should comfort me, it doesn’t.  Call it selfishness, or whatever, but I want to cling on, to hold her with me, though I know the end is coming.  Not today, next month, or even maybe next year, but coming it is, which makes me tremble.

Yet wanting that, I still find the daily tasks annoying, making me irritable, angry, and depressed. I find fault, or talk to myself about her, in a not so loving way. It makes me think of being a bad person, & yet deep down, I want her to be here, to be able to look over and see her reading her book, or the newspaper. It is a total contradiction of emotions, that leave me confused, dazed even. And yet, this is the life I lead, and refuse to change.

I know one should have ‘the talk’ with those who face death daily, such as Mom. I am sure she wonders about what it will be like, if she will meet up with the spirits of Dad, of her parents, siblings, or will it just be an emptiness. I guess, I too, think about that, though try not to.

While there is lots of stuff, about having that ‘talk‘ there is really nothing about who is there to talk to me, the one giving the talk? How do we, manage to cope with dealing with that eventuality? I suppose it is a bit selfish, but there is a feeling of emptiness, of becoming alone, that frightens me. Will David be there for me? or is it already too much for him?

Frankly I think it is too much for him, not even sure how he has managed all these months, as it is, and I know, it is only going to get worse really. I mean if she lingers, if her condition goes from being semi mobile, to immobility, what then? How will he cope with that, and how will he adjust, or will he?

Hell, how will I cope? I am already feeling worn out, broken and just exhausted, but who is there to talk to? David is the love of my life, yet he is not there, or not willing to be there. That hurts, and makes it even more overwhelming, more desperate. I don’t know anymore, where one turns, where one breaks out of the self imposed isolation, that this task creates.

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