Wordless Wednesday (almost)

Vernazza, Cinque Terre, Italy

September 24, 2011 ~ Erin and my visit

October 25, 2011 ~ one month after we have left

The Sandwich Years

 Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim Blue fading up to the sky
And though you want him to last forever
You know he never will
(You know he never will)
And the patches make the goodbye harder still

     I never thought life as a grown up would be like this.  Of course none of us can know what our lives will become as the years stroll by.   I'm speaking though of the Sandwich Years, of when our parents have aged and need care and that some of us have young ones needing care too.  Granted that I did have R. at a later age than the young 20's when I had my girls; whereas some of my peers are having grandkids, I am in the teenage years of parenting with no grandkids.  Some of us have adult children that need our emotional and financial care with the economy the way it is.  We may have our own financial worries that we never expected. 

     In the past 15 years our parents began having health problems that at the time seemed like they dealt with them and didn't need our assistance.  Well, of course we were there for the moral support they needed but they didn't want or need our advice.  Just our love.  My Papa dying 12 years ago was the beginning of the crisis era with the parents.  Suddenly the roles started to shift and the children (us) of the parents began to worry of what lay ahead.

     In the past 12 years my mom had multiple surgeries, appeared to be in a depression over the loss of Papa (perfectly expected with how much they loved each other), and began her descent into FTD  somewhere in there.  We couldn't reach her though she yanked our chains plenty, we tried everything from counseling, calling her Dr.'s, setting up boundaries, to being passive towards what she acted like behaviorally to keep peace,  all the while our worry and frustration growing day after day.  We tried to ask of her long term plans, her estate, all with no success.  Now the pieces are placed and they have fallen as though she is in a warped Sleeping Beauty fairy tale, where she is trapped in her castle with no Prince who can come to her save her.   Forever she is in a spell of perpetual unrest.

     Enough of the fairy tales.  Life isn't that.  We are born, we grow, we age.  Facts are proof that the elder generation is aging to longer Golden Years than ever before.  But are those years as Golden as they wish they could be or dreamed they would be?   If they can live longer than those of their own parents then how will those extended years be lived?   I can say first hand that neither my parents nor my husbands parents have thought this intelligently through.  What happens when you can live that long life but are no longer able to understand your true needs?  Or that you refuse to accept you really need help?  You can't take care of yourself and your family watches with breaking hearts how the parent they knew to be fully aware of themselves is no longer fully there mentally or physically.

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
There'll never be a better chance to change your mind
And if you want this world to see a better day
Will you carry the words of love with you
Will you ride the great white bird into heaven
And though you want to last forever
You know you never will
(You know you never will)
And the goodbye makes the journey harder still

     This past year my Love's father had a heart valve replacement, to fix the one he had done 11 years ago.  An extended warranty so to speak by going in and replacing the worn out one.  Okay, the valve replacement surgery went fine but since that surgery in January he has been going down hill.  First it was in his strength he complained about.  He didn't have the energy like he did before.  We tried to remind him he had had major surgery where his chest was cracked open to do the repair job.  It takes time to build up that strength.  Next it was his weight.  He couldn't keep up his weight, he kept losing weight, and he wasn't very hungry.  We reminded him that it was important to eat well to keep his strength up.  If you don't have the good nutrition with healthy meals then you won't be able to give the fuel your body needs to keep strong.  At least he attempted to take walks near his home.  

     Over the years he has been the primary caregiver to his wife, our mom who has had her own health problems.  He unfortunately is a very stubborn man, and that is being polite.  He won't let anyone help her which ultimately would help him.  He wants to make every single decision.  With his failing health, his ability to help her has increasingly diminished to where he is unable to care for her.  She has been at risk for too long.  He refused to have safety fixtures in all the places she needed them.  Her last fall, in the shower, was a nightmare.

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
There'll never be a better chance to change your mind
And if you want this world to see a better day
Will you carry the words of love with you
Will you ride the great white bird into heaven
And though you want to last forever
You know you never will
(You know you never will)
And the goodbye makes the journey harder still

     With great worry, emotions on high, relief, frustration, concern, mom has been removed from her home and into respite care.  Dad was sometimes wanting her out of the house NOW or the answer was NO she could not leave.  Sister and brothers finally had enough of watching Mom suffer.  Sometimes the hardest answer is the only solution.  For now Mom is safe with round the clock care in a very pleasant, warm, supportive atmosphere.  She has her own studio apartment with healthy meals, exercise classes, and entertainment a couple of days a week (the holidays have been great for this with choirs coming to sing for the residents).  Naturally she is having swings of missing home, missing her husband, to peace.  The long term story is still unwritten.  Her Dr. knows in her home would not be good, especially with the awful wound from the shower fall.  The family all feel that she should stay where she is and not go home, knowing that Dad will not be able to take care of her and the ugly scene that will ultimately happen all over again.

     Making decisions on what to do when each of us age to the Golden Years and beyond should be well thought out.  We don't just die in our sleep anymore, or from sudden heart attacks or strokes.  You may be incapacitated and unable to walk, or drive.  You may get Dementia and unable to make the right choices or decisions or even be prone to Elder Care Abuse.  We all need to ask ourselves the hard questions and come up with clear answers for yourselves and for your families.  

     I have heard so many times my mom saying she never wanted to be a burden.  Yet she created a burden by not including her family in what would happen if she couldn't care for herself or make sound decisions.  While she indeed did a Trust and we can only assume that it was done correctly, she made some serious poor choices and I believe was not counseled by her attorney well.  Then again, what choice does an attorney have if a client makes or changes their Will or Trust and they can't convince their client that maybe they need to think about it or consult their family.  An attorney works for their client not the client's family.  It is private unless the client wishes their family to be included.

     No the problem arises when older folks ignore their frailty and think they can continue life as it has been.  Even when they know they shouldn't drive a car, climb a ladder, or take on home care like when they were physically able.  They need to accept their aging bodies and ask or accept help.  Not doing so is the burden.  Asking is not a burden.  Allowing is not a burden. 


     When I was in my early teens I use to love listening to Cat Stevens.  I have heard this song so many times and knew the words by heart.  I may have sung them but I did not understand the meaning.  Somehow in my 50's this song brings on a new meaning in my life.

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time

 

                            

                                                                              

Some morning sky........

 

I took the poochies out as I do, but yesterday morning  this huge winged cloud hung heavy in the sky.  The colors, the immense size made me feel very small as well as feeling humble.

What song came to me?  After the Goldrush, Neil Young.

Wordless Wednesday

Fontana del Nettuno

Florence, Italy

What lies within, what fate may fall

 A lump was found in her breast just a month after her 52nd birthday at her yearly mammogram.  I had given birth to our third daughter a mere 10 days before her biopsy and surgery.

Mom is the type of woman who needs a huge support group and there were five or six of us together in the waiting area at the hospital while they did her biopsy to determine if it was malignant or not.  What does one talk about while waiting for a love one to find out their fate?  We talked about the birth of M.  We talked of what my other daughters were up to, what grade they were in at school, what would they dress up as for Halloween.  It felt odd to be breast feeding my baby while my mom's breast was being poked and examined.  How could a breast betray the body?

I sat with my sweet baby who lay sleeping in her Moses basket of yellow gingham and white ribbons.  I nursed her when needed.  I didn't know what to think or say.  Really I didn't understand the gravity of what it could mean to have breast cancer.  No one I knew had ever had breast cancer.  No one talked about breast cancer in 1985.


The Dr. came out to let us know that indeed it was malignant.  The lump was way back against the rib wall on her breast. So far back that it was not a lump one could have found by self breast exam.  He looked at us all, seeking out my step-father, Papa, to tell him the news and what he felt she needed to have done.  It was rather a shock to hear that she indeed had cancer.  How would my mom handle this once she came to following the biopsy?

Her Dr. was extremely conservative.  He had lost his wife to breast cancer and was adamant that she need a radical mastectomy followed by six months of chemotherapy.  I felt numb.  Did this mean she could die?  My Papa was not a man of many words and with this he seemed so very down and less conversive.  Worry was written all over his face.  My mom following her return home after the biopsy, before the scheduled surgery, was full of worry as well upon a threshold of fear of her future.  She was the one who kept Papa upbeat and active.  How would she be able to do this knowing she had to battle with cancer?  She worried for him I think more than she worried for herself.


The surgery was done and was "successful"  according to her Dr.  It was hard to do much for her with three little girls to take care of.  She had her three staff housekeepers who worked in her home to do what they could for her with the grocery shopping, errands and taking care of her.  They did meals for her and Papa as well.  She didn't want us to come over to help out or visit.  She just couldn't digest what had happened.


I felt her Dr. was a butcher.  She had a long ugly incision on her chest where her breast once was.  I never saw it till many, many years later.  She never would talk of the discomfort she might have had, she just kept it all inside away from us.  If only she had taken some time to consult with other surgeons she might have had a different experience or plan.  It is awful to think of how many women were disfigured by a radical mastectomy in those days.  It was felt that was the only way to make sure you were potentially cancer free and even then they wouldn't say that.  Only if you survived after five years would you be possibly cancer free.  Because of what that surgery does to disfigure you, the ability to have breast reconstruction isn't possible.

Mom's chemotherapy made her very ill.  She would lay in her bed following the treatment, sick and miserable.  During the time she was on chemo I wasn't to bring the girls over to visit if they had a cold.  Well, when one gets a cold it will spread, so there were many times we didn't see her for weeks during the treatment phase.  She stopped her chemo treatment after three months.  She hated feeling so ill.  She seemed to feel she was not going to live, let alone make it to five years post surgery and chemo treatment.  She began to spend too much money.  Papa and I had a talk about this spending frenzy she was on.  He didn't know how to approach her on this matter.  We never did understand why she did this and I hope that maybe he was finally able to talk to her and she cut back.  

The Christmas holidays came and she seemed happier.  She had lost all her hair to the chemo and had been wearing a short wig when she was away from home.  At home she wore a scarf.  I never saw her without something on her head.  We all tried to get back to some sense of normal but my mom really didn't believe she would be around to see her grandchildren grow up.  She simply excepted this idea of hers which really didn't help those around her.   In an odd way this was a special Christmas for us as for once she was genuinely happy.  She had a tendency to get depressed over the holidays but that year  she had decided to live in the moment and appreciate whatever happened.

The worst of her getting through this nightmare was after a year of surviving she wanted to move from our beloved Wildwood home.  Out of the blue she called to say they had bought a home and sold Wildwood.  It was never listed on the MLS.  They had a shark realtor who brought in a buyer and with the stroke of a pen the home was sold.  They had been looking at homes off and on and would tell us out of the blue of their house  hunting.  My Love and I would of course try to detour them from doing this.  Mom felt so sure she wouldn't be around that she wanted a smaller home for Papa to have after she died.  She felt that those days and days of laying in bed following the chemo made her sick of her bedroom and she didn't want to be there any longer.  I only wish we could have known before they sold that lovely home.  I resented that realtor for being so pushy, it didn't help that I knew her and I my parents were social friends with her. Even as the home was packed up we all grieved over their moving.  Of course they sold that next home in about five years.  It wasn't the right home for them. 

Several years after the breast cancer, the chemo and then the move, she decided to have her other breast removed.  She was fearful that her other breast would betray her as well.  After the five year mark post cancer she still didn't believe she would live.  I think she always felt there would be death on her doorstep, no matter what any Dr. would say.

Illness can make us feel and do things we would normally logically think through.  We react versus consult.  Faith and a positive attitude can be so productive to healing, yet that door doesn't always open for everyone.  This happened to my mom 26 years ago.  She is still a survivor of breast cancer.

Wordless Wednesday

Trouble.....

My mind has been troubled of late.  I know my posts on this blog and on my other blog A Walk into Oblivion have been sad and preoccupied without explanation.  Some things we can't explain except to those that we need offer the explanation.

This morning I received a loving letter from my sister by marriage K. and the emotions of reading it fell like a cleansing rain over me.  

Her words of forgiveness  ~  "Forgiveness is more for the one who is hurt than the one who needs to be forgiven.  Until I forgive and let go I am still held captive by the one who hurt me.  To forgive is for me.  It takes the power out of the pain.  Yes it still hurts but doesn't consume me."

How I do this, or anyone, must take some time and practice.  Maybe I need to repeat it to myself over and over, mantra like.  Sometimes I talk the talk but I don't do that walk.  I want to.  I want to move forward and out of the cage I have allowed myself to be in.

Do I need to talk to a professional?  I don't know.  I just know deep inside all the way to the outer skin cells of my body I must let this go.  It does me no good and it certainly doesn't help the ones I love.

Obstacles that arise over a lifetime can be quite a challenge.  No one said that living would be a walk in the park day after day.  It starts from the time we are whooshed into the light of day of birth with our first breath.  The struggle to learn to roll over, sit up, crawl and walk.  But we do it without any other reason than it is there to do.  To go forward.  Teen years and the challenge to just fit in with the mob of other struggling teens.  We think we're the only ones going through it but we aren't.  Leaving home to make our way without our parents care, finding work and a place to live.  Relationships that may be casual or lead to a loving life together.  Maybe it works and maybe it fades.  That we keep climbing out of the comfort of our beds each day and as when we were small, we keep trying.  Most times we don't even think about what we are doing.  Then when that obstacle in life hits we fall hard and sit and ponder.  Okay...what do we do?  Get up or sit there and wait.  We don't know what will come along to "fix it" but we do that sometimes.  

Some of us have constant troubles that seem immense.  Some of us face crisis after crisis with our health or the health of a loved one.  How we face it, how we help ourselves or our loved ones is a mystery.  We just do it.  

But what happens when we can't?  What happens when we feel stuck?  What happens when we are going in circles without moving forward?  That is where I have been.  Stuck.  Two steps forward and one step back.  I'll get there.

After reading K.'s letter I did see some light inside me turn on.  I just need to feel it and not just say it.  I need to see that whatever my mom was, was just that.  That is in the past and I have a future ahead that doesn't include her any longer.   I feel sorry for her.  That she will never have learned to love fully her children.  That she never will enjoy all that she had with us and her grandchildren and now their children.  That we are wonderful, and loving, and that we know how to love without strings.  

The sun is shining today, my husband has work for the next couple of days, I have a sweet puppy at my feet,  I have a day ahead to do housework, to take a walk, to breath in the crisp fall air, pick up some acorns to use at Thanksgiving when my family by marriage come over.  I have time to reflect.

I have a time to say I am sorry.  I am sorry that sometimes I can be judgemental, I say reactive responses to what I don't understand.  

What I want to say is that I love my family deeply.  That I am trying to be a better woman and a human.  

 I want to heal and let go the baggage of what was.  

When was the last time you heard Cat Steven's song Trouble?  That song came to me and reading the lyrics we all have been there....but read them for yourself....I may be slow letting go that Trouble but I am going to darn well try today....one step at a time.

  Trouble

Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair

I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I'll have to go there

Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
and it's too much for me today

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery

I've seen your eyes
and I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me

I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see

Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery

Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time

~ Cat Stevens~