A call to me this morning: “My best friend stopped calling. It hurt. Being a caregiver has turned me into a complainer. Nobody wants to be near or talk with me. I finally called her yesterday. Her husband informed me, that she has cancer. It’s bad.”
This has been a process of trying something, evaluating my feelings, and going back for more. My level of acceptance is high, so I am often disappointed in my presentation. After almost 5 years of working at it, I know my approach is important to me, as an individual. That must be addressed.
I work at letting others approach me. I give them ample reason to. My car, stroller and myself can be easily spotted. Once they approach, I answer any questions or point them in the direction of a possible answer. Sometimes I then ask for permission to hand them a card or a bracelet. Either of those have the Alzheimer’s Association 24/7 Helpline phone number on them.
If enough awareness is raised maybe
- more of the electorate will see the need to ask Congress for more research funding, and Congress will respond and a cure will be found.
- caregivers will know where to go for more knowledge
- family members will understand the need to help the primary caregiver
- friends of the primary caregiver will understand the need to offer help
Most folks would be amazed at the difference between the awareness level of a primary caregiver and a sibling of the primary caregiver.
Keep climbing those Mountains. One day when you get to the top, God will take you home. Until then, keep climbing Jack.
Manage your resources. Remember, only one Finish Line matters. Enjoy the good times, push through the bad ones.
Never Give Up on what matters to you. It’s your Journey.
Be able to look at God and say “I used everything you gave me”
- Several family members live within 25 miles
- 46 years in the same neighborhood
- 39 years at the same church. Her husband was a deacon for 12 years
- Her husband worked 32 years at one plant
- She worked 35 years at the same plant he did
Her husband retired amongst thinking he may have alzheimer’s. He was diagnosed with it in 2010. Over the next two years she watched the base of family and friends evaporate. She says she understands. Who wants to be near?
To her surprise, the church base was the first to go, then family.
She gets 8 hours a week away from her situation.
With alzheimer’s, in many cases, there is a grown person and still very strong, that must be watched 24/7. This can be the situation for many years. Incontinence and violence are not rare. The evaporation of family and friends is not rare either.
We spoke a long time yesterday evening. He has an application called “Charity Miles.”
We spoke on a couple of subjects. It’s 3:30 am as I type this. I just woke up with that phone call on my mind. I realized the positive way he speaks of everyone and how thankful he is for life. He didn’t speak of his feelings about those two things, it’s just that when you get finished talking with him, you realize that about him.
We have known each other a few years now, because of the Charity Miles application. He’s a great example for me.
I’m putting this on my blog because it matters to me.
The Charity Miles application has enabled me to donate over $1000 to the Alzheimer’s Association.
Thank you Gene.
Take time to call 1.800.272.3900 anytime. The call will be answered by a trained counselor for the Alzheimer’s Association.
The Alzheimer’s Association has been gathering information since their inception in 1980.
I’ve used the helpline myself and have set with others, as they made their first call.
This is what they do, help folks. Everything they do is geared towards helping lighten the callers load, concerning alzheimer’s.
Please give them a call. If you know someone living with the affects of this horrific disease, please share this number with them: 1.800.272.3900 anytime
In the last 5 years I have read of several folks that seemed to be raising awareness concerning addiction. If memory serves me correctly, most were about drugs, some legal, some not. I say seemed to be raising awareness, because I’m not positive of the stated goal.
Many years ago my best friend left for Vietnam and I left for the Mediterranean Ocean. I was never in harms way, he was, almost constantly. To make a long story short, in my opinion he died over there. He came home and I didn’t recognize him. Drugs. He passed away again recently.
A work friend was late, for work. No phone call, just late. That evening we received information that he had been found behind a school. He was in his work truck, money laying around. He had been shot in the chest several times. The information I received stated it was a meeting to exchange money for drugs.
During my 2013 trip across America, I received help from some folks that have a child that had an addiction. Two of these recollections concerned Vietnam era folks. This one is much more recent. Her story grabs my heart because of the nature of it.
In fact, any and all of these stories grab my heart.
All of this is ironic. Some experts say that as baby boomers turn 65, alzheimer’s rates will sore. It will be made worse because of heavy drug use during the sixties and seventies. It seems that drugs were a heavily used coping tool in Vietnam. I can’t imagine how the folks that served in Vietnam felt.