Monday, September 28, 2020

Rhetorical Questions

This day I cannot shake the pain
It is actually this week
Or perhaps it is this month
Oh gosh, the truth is years

It sounds bleak
What do people do when it is so heavy?

I built relationships and was good at it
The focus on shared experiences was the priority
Then the stuff of life hits
One, then another, and another

It seems never ending
What do people do when it keeps getting heavier?

I redirected to recover
There was a plan and a path
But each choice evaporated beyond my control
The hole got bigger and bigger

It is overwhelming
What do people do when it feels too heavy?

It is the betrayals and sickness and death
And not just in my home
In too many lives immediately around me
And in our institutions and our country too 

It feels hopeless
What do people do?


Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Compassionate Care Policy

We have made so much feel so hard. We is defined as society, companies, organizations, America ...

I had another one of those experiences today. We need to cancel memberships due to a combination of Tom's Younger-Onset Alzheimer's and COVID. It has been difficult. COVID impacted the availability of member service resources thus connecting has been challenging for all parties. And I do think we have all done the best we can to connect.

Here is what I think Compassionate Care looks like:

Me: "My husband has ... and he cannot drive .... and cannot get out until COVID vaccine ... and ... and the other factors ... I am so sorry but we need to cancel this membership ..."

My Organization Dream Response: "I completely understand and we are so sorry to hear of your hardship. Please do not worry about this situation any further. We will take care of the cancellation and there will be no additional financial impacts. This is one less item for you to worry about ... we care about you and your family."

This dream model does NOT include multiple emails, voice mails, phone calls and escalations to supervisors and executives.

Maybe this qualifies as a rant. I would rather it be read as a plea. I propose we, collectively, create policies that prioritize kindness and compassion. Let's call it a Compassionate Care Policy. Will people take advantage sometimes? You bet. But why does that even matter? We can accept without resentment that there is some collateral loss in an imperfect world. I truly believe a kinder world is more important and will ultimately provide immeasurable dividends. 

I hear from so many that are dealing with really serious life stuff. I would like to empower people with tools to truly demonstrate empathy. Imagine the front line worker who gets to make decisions that make the world a nicer place and bring smiles on the other end of that phone on that first contact!

So I reacted again today and ended up in tears. Sometimes my fragility "wins" the moment. Ugh.


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

9.9.59




Today looks like yesterday
What a wonderful day
We wish tomorrow is exactly same
And the day after too

What life is this
A place where we want to stay still
We enjoy the indistinguishable
And hope for endless never changing days

Today marks 61 years
And today we celebrate



Wednesday, September 2, 2020

September 2.

September 2. In our marriage, Tom remembered the anniversaries. Tom always bought the most perfect cards for all the occasions.

September 2. Today, neither Tom nor I knew it was the day marking 25 years of marriage. Thank goodness Tom's sister sent us a congrats text. Seriously, we would not have even known if she had not.

September 2. I told Tom it was our anniversary. He said with a half grin "It is?" and I was like "Yes it is." We laughed with the sincerity of a couple who have been together 25 years.

September 2. Let's have a special dinner. There is a bottle of champagne in refrigerator. Me to Noah as I explain it is our 25th wedding anniversary "Can you go to TJ's and Whole Foods?"

September 2. Noah calls me three times while I am in the shower. Me to Noah "You decide which caviar. Two of the less expensive OR one of the higher end stuff." "Taper candles, you know that go in a candle stick." "Forget about the candles."

September 2. Happy 25th Anniversary! Noah says with a smile "The last 18 were the best years." What?? Noah explains with sheepish look "I am 18 years old." Groans from Tom and me.

September 2. Call Sam. He answers our FaceTime. Look at this Sam! Sam questions "What is Noah drinking?"

September 2. Best anniversary, truly. We so enjoyed our meal with Noah.

September 2. Tom reflects "25 years went really fast. We have had some really good times." Me to him "We had a really good time tonight and have more good times to come."

September 2. A couple hours after dinner ... Tom to me "I really love you. I do not know what I would do without you." 25 years today on September 2.

A toast with Happiness flutes- how appropriate. Our friend Jeanna gave these to us as a wedding present.

All our favorite fancy foods. Noah did all the shopping and made the bread crisps - so good!

Who knows how long that bottle has been in our fridge or where it came from? It did not matter. It was perfect.

Tom enjoyed The Pour. And the caviar is a super special treat! Tom loves caviar. He introduced me to it during our dating days.

We are ready to enjoy this fun meal that encourages tasting and talking and sharing.


THAT is an empty caviar bowl. Tom REALLY loves caviar and Noah helped a bit too :)

Thank you Cathy ... this was the exact right gift and message as we live with Altzheimer's. We would have missed September 2 without it.

Sunday, August 23, 2020

How Is He?


Tom's love for me shows daily when he brings me coffee. Since he cannot go to store anymore, he got quite perturbed with the boys for not keeping the fridge stocked with milk for my coffee! Tom leaves us these notes to express his feelings.

Explaining how Tom is doing is nuanced. General understanding of Alzheimer's is often tied to recognition of people. There are many years of this progressive terminal illness before that impact hits. I will illustrate with recent developments.

For the safety of our family and hers, our housekeeper of almost 30 years has not cleaned our home since March. I send pay her payments a few months in advance so she has no gap in income and can use the advance lump sum to help her financial obligations. I am sure her life is as scary as ours.

Thus, Sam and Noah cleaned one afternoon weekly for these past few months. They learned ALLOT! Sam went back to college last weekend thus we are losing his excellent cleaning skills (ha!) and the many other ways in which he helped our household function. Noah starts online school this week and his virtual meetings have already began. Our home of three must now adjust how we approach the many routine tasks.

I am trying to go at the various chores for keeping our home clean differently. We are going to attempt to ask Tom to help more. We must do it in a way that does not cause him stress and anxiety. It is important for Tom's sense of worth to stay active and that he continues to contribute to the family. This is why the caregiver's role is crucial.

We have to follow some rules:

  • Tom helps between 9am and 3pm because after 3pm Tom's brain does not function as well and he usually goes to bed between 7:30pm and 8:30pm
  • Shift from one day a week cleaning to doing a little bit each day
  • Every task has to be broken down into one simple action at a time (no exaggeration)
  • Patience, kindness and a sense of humor is needed at all times (really)
I  started the new paradigm with cleaning our three bathrooms.I broke it down into 6 tasks. I would give Tom one task at a time handing him the right supplies. He would finish each task and wait for me in our bedroom to find him for the next task. Often, he and I had to wait until I had finished a work meeting or email or whatever for me to help him move to the next thing. Finishing the bathrooms was slow going but eventually he did it and the bathrooms looked awesome! And I was super grateful. And we are all helping each other which is the goal.
I do have to go behind Tom and place things back. He cannot hold in his brain where things go. The hairdryer and brush do not go beside bathtub in towel cubby. This phenomena happens all over the house inside and outside.

And each day I have tried to approach other cleaning jobs in same way. One day was clean the kitchen. Another day was to windex the glass doors and windows.

Tom can fold laundry but asks for help on where to put away. He folds towels and stuff in all different ways which is fine! Truthfully, I have adjusted to this as I am one of those people who likes everything "just so" which is my hang up. Well ...truthfully ...  sometimes I do refold ... I cannot resist ... but I am working on it!

Tom is able to load and unload dishes in/from the dishwasher with no reminders at all. However, it is a daily scavenger hunt to find where dishes are placed. Each time I open a cabinet or a drawer or even the fridge, I move dishes and utensils and spices and anything you might find in a kitchen. We rely on humor allot with this one. I only get frustrated when I am in hurry and cannot find something; fortunately this does not happen too much. 

For those of you who know me personally, you know the universe is having a field day with my compulsive organizational personality and obsessive attention to detail - seriously - oh my.

This week Tom took clean sheets out of dryer and tried make a bed himself. He could not get past the fitted sheet. His brain could not connect how to get all the fitted corners on mattress. He calmly let me know and we did it together. Tom is remarkable. He has worked so very hard to not get too down when these missteps happens; he recognizes he is doing the best he can and does not beat himself up. I admire him for this tremendous act of self-care; we can all learn from him.

Tom's ability to hold actions in his brain is not great and decreasing. His spacial problem solving is almost gone. He cannot make any decisions. His brain cannot process at near the speed of the world around him and it breaks my heart to watch his face when he is trying. This is when you will see the tears well up in my eyes.

I do keep saying that Tom is still Tom and he is. His self-care is excellent and he can get through each day independently. His sense of humor and intellectual curiosity is always there. His giant love for his family is completely intact and apparent. For all of this we are beyond fortunate and I am truly grateful.