| Mom... just before she started falling down all the time. |
Care Giving for my mom... how did I do it? How did I function, day in and day out with minimal sleep? How did I clean up my mom's poo?
The anxiety that I felt every minute of every day... holy crap, HOW DID I DO IT!
How did I wake up every day, knowing that I could have to clean up a mountain of human feces before I even had a cup of coffee?
How did I answer all of my mom's questions about my dead relatives? How did I make up stories to calm my mom when her hallucinations frightened her?
How did I do it?
How did I manage, caring for my mom when my mother-in-law was so nasty and mean toward me?
How did I care for my mom when she fought my assistance, assistance that she needed but didn't understand?
How did I do it?
How did I do all that I did by myself without much support from my family?
How did I overcome my anger and grief?
How did I do it?
I have given this question some considerable thought and the only answer I have is... LOVE.
The power of love allowed me to keep going, every day, facing one challenge after another. Love is how I did it. It's how all Care Giver's do what we do for the people in our care.
Love is what guided me toward placing my mom in a home. I couldn't care for her any longer. I needed a crew, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was hard to bring my mom to the home. I was forced to face one of my greatest fears, putting my mom in a nursing home.
Now that the first week is behind us, every day is easier. I am more relaxed, sleeping through the night without my heart racing from fear; fear of what I'd find when I got to my mom. Blood pressure has normalized. I feel terrific.
How did I do it? Love.