It hadn’t made sense to get mad at the kids for disrupted sleep, nor did it make sense to get irritated with Mom. I just had to make a plan to get some shut-eye and stick with it.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Reflections of a Daughter of the Silent Generation and Mother of Generation Y
It hadn’t made sense to get mad at the kids for disrupted sleep, nor did it make sense to get irritated with Mom. I just had to make a plan to get some shut-eye and stick with it.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Mission accomplished. 170 years looked pretty damn good.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
I met Hannah when I coached her on a fast-pitch softball team. I never anticipated that it would be Hannah, ten years later, who’d help us care for Mom. No surprise, Hannah was a great teammate!
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
In celebration, I recommit to these goals set in March 2016, shortly after Mom moved in with us:
For Today:
Serenity
Courage
Wisdom
Speak quietly
Speak truth
Live and let live
Let go and let Love
❤️
Forgive
Embrace
Celebrate
—from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
AA’s Step Eleven: “Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with our Higher Power, praying only for knowledge of our Higher Power’s will for us and the power to carry that out.” When I’m feeling anxious and need a hand to hold, I can hold my own. Then I’ll find my hands are joined in prayer, and I am not alone. (Al-Anon’s Twelve Steps & Twelve Traditions)
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Safe and sound in a familiar routine – A daring cross-country move
Leaving a community of awesome people – Moving to another community of awesome people
The Midwest Prairie – The Atlantic Ocean
Encouragement – Discouragement
Remembering Mom’s “Go For It” and Dad’s “Don’t let the weather get in the way” – The Reality of Mom’s five-day hospital stay
Mom saying she’s so glad she’s here – Then forgetting where here is
Mom insisting she does not need a doctor – A doctor is exactly what she needs
An intestinal bleed due to too little clotting – Deep vein thrombosis due to too much clotting
Warm welcomes – Cold shoulders
A medicine that stops a clot in its path – The same medicine threatens another bleed
Worrying whether I pushed too hard to get Mom back – Witnessing her joyful reunions with my brothers and their families
Feeling alone at 4 AM – Feeling support at 9 AM when brother Dob surprises me with coffee
Questioning whether I’m fit for this job, after another sleepless night – Refinding my way, thanks to a prayer written by Megan, a dear friend in the Midwest
An unfinished house – Everyone involved going above and beyond to get it ready
Mom speculating about my spouse’s love life – He at our new home, cleaning and prepping, for our return
A compression sock that hurts so much to put on – A compression sock that helps her leg to heal
Night four in the hospital spent trying to climb over bed rails – Day five heralding freedom in the form of discharge, after she tells the doc she’s in no rush to get out
Nonsensical at bedtime, so exhausted from the week – Clarity the next day, as we go to our new home:
“Portland…” she says, when we drive though the city
“It hasn’t changed a bit,” she adds, as we turn up the road of my childhood home
“It’s so big and blue,” she observes after we wheel her seaside, her eyes tearing up
Afternoon spent watching boats go by – Evening spent worrying that she needs to pack
My repeated assurance that we are not going anywhere – We are home for good.
Letting Go of Expectations, as they say in A.A. – Holding on to what’s helped before: my husband and kids, cousins and friends, research and advocacy, love and faith
Thank you.
Amen.
—from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Finding me awake and in tears, the nighttime nurse replied, “Your mom is 85. She has a complicated health history, with Alzheimer’s, diverticulitis, kidney disease, infection, limited activity level and dehydration. This clot is so big, it didn’t just happen in travel; this condition’s been developing for a while. This is not on you.” Thanks to her, I went from feeling alone to feeling the love.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
As my spouse and I drove 1400 miles to Maine where we’d set up shop for Mom and Cinnamon to join us, I tried to be brave, to count my lucky stars, to practice my faith. Fingers crossed, in prayer and gratitude.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Sorting through Grammy’s records, I discovered she’d written under the pen name Acadia Manset, for her favorite haunts in Maine. The way she’d cared for her aging mother, Dora, inspired me to care for my mom like she had, in the sanctity of our home.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
When I reminded her that her license had expired and reassured her that I’d be happy to drive her anywhere she wanted to go, Mom nodded and smiled. What a relief that the driving question was behind us.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Raised in Maine, I had spent the prior 24 years parenting, mostly in Wisconsin. With our adult kids in the process of leaving the nest, my mom moved in, from Maine, leading to precious time and daily opportunities I had never anticipated. I launched this site in 2017 as a way to share that experience, hoping to pass along what I was learning about Alzheimer's disease, to process the challenging parts, and to have some fun too. I never anticipated the way the community of readers would fuel me in staying the course. Today, I am deeply grateful for that, and so much more.