Right in the midst of dealing with Jim I would sometimes find myself feeling as if I was living in a movie, or a dream, or that it was a test that I wasn’t sure I could pass. Everything seemed surreal. The way he was changing. The lack of support and care. The way friends would disappear on cue. Everything seemed to be following a script I wasn’t privy to reading beforehand. It was as if everyone was in on the scam except for me.

Each person I spoke with about whatever decision and dilemma I was facing seemed to know best. They seemed to have more information, more vision, more opinions than I. Most of the time I was so overwhelmed with not only trying to figure out what was best for Jim, but also what was best for our children, what was best long-term financially, what was best for him now, him later, and for us when he was gone. When he was gone….how could it be there was no cure, no treatment, nothing to give us some small shred of hope?

There never seemed to be a clear-cut answer and I always felt behind the eight ball.

So many times I felt as if the very decision I was contemplating would determine the amount of love and care I had for Jim. As if I had to prove myself over and over again. While he was unable to care for himself or to communicate, I had to worry about not only making sure he knew he was safe but I had to make sure he knew he was loved and missed and cared for. But how to convey to him that I was going to make sure he was all of those things seemed to change daily.

I would cry tears that no one saw. I would sob uncontrollably with no witnesses. Usually, he would be the sounding board, the support system, the shoulder, and yet he was the very reason I needed all of those things.

I still miss his smile. His comfort. His steadiness. Yet, I am finding my own without his presence. A hidden and mixed blessing. All we can do is move forward while trying to honor and leave the past. I miss him immensely, yet all I can do is start living without him. It almost feels as if I am dishonoring the intimacy and love we shared if I smile or laugh or feel happy. How can I, knowing he suffered so? I must not have really loved him. The guilt is real and doesn’t seem to go away.

There are times that I momentarily forget or diminish his illness and I recall our love, our passion and our laughter and closeness from the early years. This makes his absence seem foreign and absurd. Then I envision his final self and I feel guilty for wishing he was still with us.

There is no easy way to be a caregiver for someone with dementia. There is nothing that can make it easy. I hope it can give comfort to know that believe it or not, others have struggled as you have. Decisions are hard. Loneliness is isolating and devastating. Stress from finances is hazardous to health and mental state. And yet, we would all do it again, just for another day, another hour with our loved one.

9 thoughts on “No Easy Caregiver

  • Helen Snyder

    I took a picture of my husband a few days before he passed and fel so bad doing it. Now on days I am missing him so much I can look at that picture and know in my heart it would be selfish of me to wish him back unless I could have him heathy again. Will forever miss him and remember our 58 years together.

  • Shirley Sehar

    Amen Karen Amen!

  • Marge bishop

    Yes,yes. Put him in a home for six weeks worse thing. I ever did. Did not get good care there. Miss him every day. Feb 4 2017. Marge Bishop

  • Peggy gallant

    I would take him back in an instant. He was happy,happy until the end . Always smiling mis him so much

  • Louann Tomassi-Heydt

    Once again, as so many times I read your writings you articulate so well the many facets of emotions many of us feel and still are working through that have cared for loved ones with Dementia. Even after they are gone as you are now, there are still so many emotions we try to process and try to find a new normal. Thank you for your honesty and courage still as you move forward.

  • Bakhus Saba

    Thank you Karen,
    Very powerful and emotional for me, as a caregiver right now I do miss the mom I was knew, and I know this will hold so true in the future we would all do it again, just for another day, another hour with our loved one.
    Thank you Bakhus

  • Lorrie

    Jim is so very proud of you! Yes,it does feel that at times we are the only ones dealing with this.You are doing this new job,of helping and informing others,because this is where you should be. Don’t you see?I know that you have been there for me at just the right time. You and your children will be better than fine,you are GREAT!!!! hang in there. Sending big hugs and prayers to youIi would be proud to be your friend.

  • Cheryl and Ed

    You are brave and believe it or not, so very strong!!!! You are doing so very well, my dear. Keep putting one foot in front of the other, you are doing a good job.

  • sue

    Oh my goodness. You captured it right on. Just one more day with Jim and Jerry would be a gift from Heaven. No one understands accept those who have walked in our shoes. Some days are “whah” days, some weeks are worse, but there are those days that shine. Hopefully more and more in the shining days to come, dear friend.

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