Monday, September 18, 2017

Attitude and Humor


Would't it be lovely if we could wake every morning with these words on our lips and in our hearts? Lately my first thoughts have been on phone calls I have to make, when I can squeeze in errands, and if I need to refill prescriptions or pay bills. If I'm lucky, I'll have time to stretch before I get out of bed (otherwise I move like a rusty tin man).

However, attitude can make or break a person. I am turning over a new leaf, and following the path of positivity. Lord knows, taking care of a family member who has ALS requires as much positivity as possible. So, my morning mantra now is,


My to-do list? It is more of a suggested path to follow each day. It's not written in cement, because plans can change like the wind without a moment's notice. All it takes is an unexpected nap at an inconvenient time...a day spent in the bathroom with no luck...or too much luck! Instead of being frustrated, I need to let it go, and move "the leftovers" to the next day's "path to follow" list. I read somewhere that if you feel overwhelmed by all the things you "have to do", make your list and check off just three things. That's it, just three. You will feel like you've accomplished something, but not feel pressured to finish it all.

Meanwhile, Bill has declined more rapidly than I imagined. It's only been a year and a half since diagnosis, and he has become too weak to walk. He can stand only with support, but not for long. Thank God we got a shower/toilet chair just in time. Of course, that means that any time he needs to go to the bathroom, I'm on call, morning noon and at o'dark-thirty.  

He has lost over fifty pounds since diagnosis. He is skin and bones, and wears a jacket in the house, unable to generate enough heat to warm his body. When I married him 40 years ago, he weighed 126 lbs, but he was 22 years old and it was all muscle. I miss that man, but at least I can still make him smile. He has a brilliant smile that lights up his face. It's what made me fall in love with him, and what's kept me falling in love with him over the years. It's what I'm going to miss when he's not around.

This photo was taken shortly after his diagnosis was confirmed. We thought we should take a family vacation sooner rather than later. If there's one piece of advice I can give to those who have just been diagnosed, get out and go where you've always wanted to go; do what you've always wanted to do; see the people you've always wanted to meet or visit. 

This disease can sneak up on a person, or it can pounce on one. We decided to take a cruise with another couple, even though Bill took his wheelchair (not powered). It was a Godsend and a curse. Yet we enjoyed the company, the Caribbean and the time away from home and doctor appointments.

Now, Bill rarely goes out except for doctor appointments. most of those are through home-based care. We are lucky to have a handicapped-equipped van, but he doesn't enjoy riding in it. Friends and family don't have handicap-accessible homes. About the only place he'll go is to Home Depot (it's a guy thing) and the medical cannabis dispensary (only because we forgot to put me down as the caregiver on the state application). Yes, they just opened up medical cannabis to people with ALS. It took a couple months to get his ID card, but we live in the strictest state in the US when it comes to licensing. Check out your state's Department of Public Health if this is something you would like to look into.

So at this time in my life, I need that attitude adjustment. I need to stay positive, because I see a lot of negative headed my way. If I don't count my blessings and "let it go", my self-control will be let go, and it won't be pretty. And my hubby won't be there to pick up my pieces.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Losing Control

I discovered something about myself today at a very unusual moment. I was on my hands and knees, Magic Eraser in hand, scrubbing my tile stairs that lead to the basement. In all honesty, they hadn't had a good cleaning in years, even a good sweeping in months. So the steps needed to be cleaned, but it was a chore that I kept putting off. The reasons were simple: I had no time, it's not on my to-do list today, I'm too tired, I have to run errands, I'm too busy, I don't feel well, I'm overwhelmed already, hubby doesn't go down there any more so why bother, etc.,
Yet today I found myself on my knees, actually enjoying the years of grime wash away. 
I felt satisfied. I felt accomplished. I felt in control.

In control?  I don't look at myself as a controlling person. I am competitive and like to win games, but am not a sore loser. Yet, on my knees with sponge in hand, I felt in control of my life and that was very important to me. I would choose when to clean, what to clean, how to clean, even how long to clean!

Control. Something that ALS takes away from a family as well as the person with ALS. This disease controls how long a person is able to walk and to talk and to swallow and eat real food. ALS controls daily schedules with supplemental feedings, medications, bathing, therapies, naps, doctor appointments and travel difficulties. ALS causes stress in relationships and bank accounts and security and energy. ALS causes fear of death, loss, survival and sanity.

People with ALS and their caregivers lose control of their lives when ALS enters the picture. So when my day's plans get cancelled or postponed due to an ALS-related surprise, I evidently grab broom and scrub pad and the house receives a face lift. It doesn't relieve any physical symptoms for me or my husband, but it leaves me feeling like I can face whatever challenges are upcoming with a calmer attitude.


Speaking of the house, ALS also takes away the comfortable, lived in feeling that a home has, replacing it with hospital bed, wheel chair, walker, ventilator, feeding supplies and equipment, etc. To carve out a more calming space, my daughter and I have started to create a Zen Den in the basement, which is where I am now sitting, typing this post while my husband naps. While it's not as fancy as the one in this photo, it is beginning to look very cozy!

Besides the well-known methods to relax and gain control of your life (and emotions), there are as many various activities as there are caregivers. My girlfriend swears by retail therapy, but limits herself to thrift stores. She says it's more of a wandering than a purchasing experience. Again, she feels in control by limiting where she goes and what she decides she might (or might not) purchase.

My daughter has made a list of activities that she tries to complete each day. It's not really a To-Do list as much as it is a "control your stress" list. Here are some of the things she checks off on a daily basis: Read,  Yoga,  Journal,  Walk,  Watch funny Videos,  Bike/Pilates,  etc., She is almost as much a caregiver as I am for Bill. She postponed her college degree specifically to spend the next few years with her dad (and me) while she can. She is an angel who has put her family before all else, working part-time and living at home for now. I am so proud of her, and she needs control in her life just as much as I do.


What do YOU do to gain a little more control in your life? Do you have a place in your home that you can unwind without the constant reminder that your life is controlled by a virulent, emasculating disease that moves slower than a snail? Try to find someone to help with the care of your loved one and start a new hobby or participate in a sport. Check out your local YMCA, Park District or Senior Center for classes (I'm learning German because my sister now lives in Germany and I want to visit some day). Go online to Pinterest or YouTube and learn how to sketch, water color or alter/upcycle items in your home - that's how I learned how to water color!





It's time to get your whip cracking and master some control over your time, your home, your life - even if it only gives you a half hour of blissful satisfaction. It's worth it! Here are some places you can find online to help you find ways to de-stress and recover control:

Great ideas and resources for caregivers

Johanna Sawalha/Executive Coach
Lots of great ideas and suggestions on a number of different issues)

Are you on Pinterest? The Caregiver Partnership has
  some lovely quotes to keep you energized, uplifted and acknowledged:

Megan Flutter at Page Flutter 
offers a very unique twist on the to-do list






Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Day in the Life...


Now that my husband has recuperated from his peg placement surgery (feeding tube), our days have fallen into a routine for the most part. Bill is trying to maintain his present weight, so he starts the day with a tube flush and a feeding. He can do this himself, which lets me sleep in some mornings.
When I do get out of bed, I hit the floor running. I make his coffee, which includes adding a thickening agent so that he can swallow it without choking. . Thin liquids often "go down the wrong hole" and cause him to gag and choke. My time is then directed toward our dog, who needs a walk to take care of "digestive" needs before he gets breakfast.

Speaking of which, I eat my breakfast while Bill shaves and takes his shower. I am so lucky he has the use of his hands and can still shave himself and brush his own teeth. I am also fortunate for the VA grant which allowed us to rehab our bathroom so that our toilet and sink are at the optimal level for wheelchair access, and the shower is a wheel-in with hand-held controls, grip bars and a wide bench.



Once Bill is dressed, he needs me to moisturize his feet and put his socks on. Then I place his feet in his AFO's, or Ankle/Foot Orthotics, so he can walk. He still uses the walker around the house but the AFOs keep him steadier on his feet. I grab up Bill's laundry basket every other morning and do a load, empty the dishwasher and put the breakfast dishes in and clean the kitchen.

Now we can go out if we need to. Bill mostly only goes out to doctor appointments and the movies. If we don't go out, I sit down and check my emails, check the to do list I made the night before and take a shower.
Throughout the day, I will get things for Bill - water bottles, medicine, snacks, meals, turn the heat up, turn it down, tie his shoes, take off his AFOs, find a DVD - the list is endless, the interruptions constant. This is not a complaint, it is a way of life, a day in the life of a caregiver of a person with ALS. I get tired sometimes, I get frustrated, sure, but after forty years of marriage, those wedding vows are still fresh in my mind. He is my soul mate, my life mate, and I will cherish and honor and take care of him until our time together ends.    


Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Sooner or Later

Sooner or later, ALS affects a person’s oxygen levels.
This is important to know because there are certain procedures and surgeries that require a certain level of oxygen or they cannot perform it. Which segues into the importance of nutrition and the need to have a feeding tube placed earlier than when it’s actually needed.
My husband is losing weight at a rate that I would envy if it didn’t come with this debilitating disease. Most people who have tried to lose weight know that muscle weighs more than fat. Since ALS causes muscles to atrophy because they no longer get signals from the brain to move, this muscle loss causes the drop in weight. Since diagnosis eight months ago, Bill has lost 15 pounds. That’s without dieting or working out.
Eventually, Bill will need a feeding tube. And eventually came up NOW. His oxygen levels have fallen to almost 50% of capacity, so the ALS team recommended he get the feeding tube before he really needed it. The procedure (if Twilight drug is used) or surgery (if anesthesia is used) is supposed to be one of the quickest, easiest of surgeries.
After Bill’s procedure around noon today, he should get discharged tomorrow morning after the doctor’s assessment, as long as there are no complications. Of course, everyone reacts differently to anesthesia, pain, etc. Other ALS symptoms can pop up after surgery, as in the case of my hubby. He has what’s termed as Vagus Nerve (in very short terms).
Vagus Nerve (sounds like a gambler’s attitude, doesn’t it?) interfaces with the heart, lungs and digestive organs. Bill has had symptoms before, but I never heard a name attached to them until now. 
Bill gets nauseous first, which quickly turns into the feeling that he will pass out. I’ve seen him get shaky and turn ashen, yet his blood sugar and pressure numbers are normal.
This condition caused me to panic. It caused the doctors and nurses to come running when they took his blood pressure – 50 over 39 The crash cart was rolled in, an IV was started with fluids and his bed was lowered. No less than 3 nurses, two doctors and several interns crowded into the room. I moved into the corner and kept quiet, silently praying. 
Good news! The fluids and oxygen slowly improved his pressure, until it stayed at an even keel with normal numbers. The pain went from a 9 to a 2, and his color returned. Whew!!
I know that there will be more episodes that will be scary. I will travel a roller coaster of emotions with each one. That’s one of the ways ALS affects caregivers. It helps to have a strong support group – family, friends, counselors and other caregivers – to maintain sanity and patience. I am lucky to have them all, and a social worker who advocates for you when you can’t advocate for yourself or your loved one.

Hang in there! We can travel the road together…

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Time Flies, Time Stands Still, When You're Grieving

It has officially been eight months since hubby was diagnosed with ALS. The difference in his physical mobility is like day and night. In May, just after his diagnosis was confirmed, we flew to South Padre Island in Texas for some sun and relaxation. He was walking on his own, talking clearly and eating without problems. Of course, his energy wasn't what it used to be, but he went walking along the beach and spent time in the pool like he always liked.
Fast forward to mid-November, when we took a cruise to the Caribbean. We took his wheelchair with us, which was a good thing. The distances from airport entrances through security to gates would have been impossible for him. Luckily, being in a wheelchair made us feel like VIPs, going to the front of lines, breezing through security and getting on the plane first. Waiting to embark on the ship was a nightmare as there was a three hour standstill. I dread to think how terribly uncomfortable, even impossible, the wait would have been without his chair. As it was, he was able to sit the entire time.
Once on the ship, Bill was more in his chair than out. Everything was on "the opposite end" of the ship. The only deck that was "handicap friendly" was the promenade, due to thick carpeting on many other decks, so  I was worn out by the end of the cruise. I think I may have built up some muscles. However, it was a good trip, relaxing in its own ways.
We had an emotional breakthrough on the third day out. After having a breathing, gagging, choking episode, Bill was sitting on the bed with me next to him and I started crying in front of him. I managed to say, "This sucks. We're supposed to grow old together." That prompted Bill to start crying, and the flood gates were opened. 😭 I know it's tough on Bill, but he's the man, the husband, the father. Because of this emasculating disease, this attitude is slowly being stripped from him, yet still he hides his emotions. For him, for us, to cry and mourn together, was cathartic and much needed. We are both traveling on that journey of grief with all its steps, and we are mostly in tune with each other.
Speaking of grief, even if you can manage the attitude of "Living with ALS" instead of dying from ALS, you have started on your way through the steps of grief. You probably started the day your ALS diagnosis was confirmed.  According to my therapist (yes, caregivers need therapists, too), everyone goes through these steps, but in unique ways.
"The five stages, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost (are losing). They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief." 
The above site has an abundance of information to help caregivers and those with ALS deal with their feelings of loss.
The site below, while disagreeing with the "stages" of grief, has a free downloadable Grief Recovery Handbook that I found helpful.

The following site writes about overlapping "phases of adaptation" instead of sequential stages of grief with helpful suggestions on recognizing your feelings and moving ahead toward acceptance.
My list is short, but it's a start. After forty years of marriage, I am going to need all the help I can get. I hope you get your help as well.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Happy New Year?

I don't know about you, but the last two weeks have been trying. For the record, I love my husband. The knowledge that I am losing him in the near future will never extinguish that love. The responsibilities that I've taken on to ensure that my husband gets through each day will not interfere with that vow of love I gave my husband.

That said, I can honestly say that ALS sucks. It has been a rough two weeks for me,

I'm sleep-deprived and depressed and angry at our situation. It started when Bill caught my cold. His days and nights were filled with "phlegm" issues. During this time, we were up at all hours of the night, several times a night. His swallowing was affected as well, and worsened as the weeks went on. I was afraid he would have to be rushed to ER to help him breathe as well as put the feeding tube in STAT. He could no longer swallow his pills, and I ended up emailing his doctors and calling the 24/7 nurse. It was a sleepless time.

Once the cold was gone, his eating and sleeping improved, but the amount of time I spend getting things for him, driving him to appointments, taking his calls, crushing his pills, helping him from here to there - It seems that I just don't have time for me. Since he can no longer take care of the dog by himself, my daughter and I can never go out together. I am the designated driver, of course, but Bill rarely goes out now.
To put icing on the cake, the contractors aren't finished yet.
Our house is being worked on to make it handicap-accessible. While we now have a working bathroom, the bedrooms are still off limits. We're waiting on flooring. I am getting mighty tired of sleeping on the basement floor on an air mattress. On bad nights I sleep on it upstairs in the living room to be closer to where Bill is sleeping. He has the only bed in the house at this time so he can sleep propped up. He also has a BiPAP machine to help his breathing while sleeping. It's like a CPAP for people with apnea, but it not only pushes the air in, it pulls it out. 

I feel like I'm hanging onto an inner tube in the middle of the ocean.
I'm just floating along, waiting for a boat (finished construction) to rescue me. My life is on hold for now.
This may be what you are or have been going through yourself. So I know I can vent and it won't make you think less of me (at least it shouldn't). It may be whining, but it's whining without losing the commitment to "love, honor and cherish through sickness and in health."
So there, I've typed what I can manage to put into words. I do feel a little better, and in an hour or so I'm taking Bill out to watch a movie. My only regret is that all three of us can't go because someone has to stay home with Wilson. 
But I'll take what I can get. Thanks for "listening." Spouses and family members who are playing the role of caretakers, hang in there. 
Take it day by day. 
Meditate, do yoga or tai chi, or just plain take a deep breath. 
Check out your local park district or community college. 
Google Yoga routines, Tai Chi routines, Meditation and it will take you to videos you can follow at home. I've linked a sample of each.
Call for backup. Another family member. a friend (yours or your loved one's), a home health aide.  
Find a hobby or activity, like knitting, scrapbooking or water colors, and give yourself time each week to focus on what you're doing. Focusing on these activities keeps you from angsting over the road ahead of you. I like to create cards, canvases and altered art. My crafting blog helps me destress, although with the construction my craft room has become an overstuffed closet.
Take care of yourself so that you can take care of him or her. Your health is essential to his.
Finally, grab those moments when life is smiling at you and spend time with your loved one since that time is limited. 
Going to the movies now! Namaste!