A primary caregiver has a tremendous
emotional stake in meeting his or her responsibilities to his loved
one. Although taking care of the physical needs of someone who has
Alzheimer’s is challenging, a survey of caregivers revealed that
their biggest challenge was grief.
When you are a caregiver, your grief is
anticipatory. Once you’ve heard the diagnosis and accepted the
inevitable outcome, you can’t help but grieve about the future. The
future looks bleak, and you may want to grab time and make it stand
still.
My first reaction after hearing the
Alzheimer’s diagnosis was, “There is medicine for that, isn’t
there?” I had paid scant attention to Alzheimer’s, but had heard
that treatments had been developed. It was a real wake up call to find
out the treatment for Alzheimer’s only helps with symptoms and does
not slow down, much less stop, the disease.
Grief for a caregiver is also
ambiguous, without a defined beginning or end. You may not begin to
grieve until you’ve completed tests to rule out treatable
conditions. Since Alzheimer’s is often diagnosed by ruling out
other possibilities, you may go through a time when you think that
what your loved one has will get better with time. Some of the
theories we heard: depression, low blood sugar, vitamin B deficiency,
stroke. It’s pretty bad when you latch onto the possibility of a
stroke. Yes, strokes are bad, but there is hope that you can recover
from a stroke.
After all the tests, and treatments for
other possible conditions, Jim continued to lose more skills. So when
did the grieving process begin? I’m just not sure. Was it the day
he asked me to tune his guitar? Jim was a master musician who played
by ear and it always seemed magical to me how he could hear the
slightest nuance when something was out of tune. Me, I can’t tune a
guitar, never could, and never will be able to, and Jim should have
known that. Could it have been the day I realized he could no longer
read the books he loved? Maybe it was the time he couldn’t remember
how to work the remote control.
I really don’t remember the day when
the grieving started, and I can’t remember when it stopped. All I
know is that it was always there right beside me throughout the years
of dementia and loss. It didn’t even stop when he died. I know a
lot of people say their grieving is done before death happens. Well,
it didn’t work that way for me. Death was another loss in a series
of losses. I wasn’t able to shut the grief off magically.
It’s often the little things that remind me of the great big hole Jim left behind. After I figured all
the grieving was finished, and I’d put it behind me, I noticed it
at odd times. There was the day I decided to donate his clothes to
charity. Yeah, I know I should have done it sooner. I could have
given away his clothes once I realized he wouldn’t be wearing
anything other than sweatpants, T-shirts, or sweatshirts. No, I
waited. I was doing pretty good until I came across his very favorite
shirt. I just couldn’t part with it. Maybe some day I’ll be able
to, but it felt like trying to let go of his memory and I wasn’t
ready.
That’s the thing about grief. It’s
personal and lives inside of us. No one can make another person let
go of the grief until it is time. You won’t wake up one morning and find that the grief has just gone away. Nope. It leaves when it’s
good and ready.
The thing about grief is, you learn to
live with it until you can live without it. Eventually, you begin to
look forward to the day, to life, and have a greater appreciation of
family and friends. You have learned that time is much too precious
to waste, and you refuse to let unbridled grief steal it away. The
best way to honor the memory of a person you loved and lost is to
live life to the fullest.
Copyright (c) July 2013 by L.S. Fisher
1 comment:
Excellent post! I had friends who worried about me emotionally - I always said I couldn't allow my emotions to get in the way of giving my mom the loving care she deserved and there would be time to deal with my own grief after she was gone - but there was a lot of internal heartache all the way through the process and even now, almost a year after her death, I still have waves of grief for her and about her.
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