You are her rock Gringo. Thinking of you and everyone else in your situation.
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I am also very sorry and understand having been through similar myself, as others here have. YOU have nothing to be ashamed about and certainly not useless. Helplessness is there as we are only human and do our very best, which you are doing and have done.
I understand that only too well.
I hope the cancer problem is just a threat and can be managed well.
If your wife could I am sure she would be on her knees blessing the fact you are still there supporting her through sickness as in health.
Once this was the happiest time of the year for us. But not now. I am often ashamed of myself and my ‘bah! humbug!’. I find it best to keep a low profile and keep out of peoples way. I find this quite easy, Something about my demeanour makes folk cross the road to avoid me.
I think it’s a given that dementia care is easier if a routine can be established and followed. And routine is an early casualty at this time of the year and, in my opinion, PWD and carer alike suffer because of it.
Several really trying days and sleepless nights made me pen these lines. To all who are under the hammer, at this time, I can recommend an attempt to put one’s thoughts down on paper. It’s called catharsis I believe, and it usually works for me, although it only offers temporary relief.
As my dear wife slowly descends to her hell,
I make sure she is wearing clean clothes,
And I lie, saying how well she is looking.
Feeling like Canute, as the dementia tide rolls in.
Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.
But I see that her hair is well-brushed.
And I lie, saying that she’s never looked better.
Watching like Canute, as the cancer tide floods in.
No gentle rain of mercy droppeth here.
I do all that I can, which doesn’t add up to a lot.
And I lie through my teeth, saying all will be well.
Helpless, like Canute, as the merciless tides surge in.
....hardly the act of a selfish man.my only aim in life is to is bring a smile to my wife’s face.
Looking but not seeing.
Listening but not hearing.
Speaking but not saying.
Touching but not feeling.
Taking but not giving,
Alive, but not living.