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Fear of the Future

One of the ways we cope with Lynn’s condition is to deal with what we have “today” and not look too far ahead.  That’s especially true for Lynn; not as much for me.  My personal make-up requires that I have a sense of control about my life so I ALWAYS look ahead and plan for what’s coming up. I hate surprises and am not an impulsive person, at all! While that works for me, Lynn doesn’t want to think about the future.  He might plan for projects that he wants to do but he doesn’t want to really look at the future.  He’s almost, but not quite, the type to bury his head in the sand.  That’s especially true when it comes to MS.
Ever since he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, he has not wanted to learn anything more than he needed to know to manage his symptoms for that day. I was on-line reading all I could find the day we got home from the doctor’s office with the diagnosis. Not Lynn; he didn’t want to know anything about it and would ask me to close the screen if he came into the room.  Part of that, of course, was the fact that he had “lived” MS with his father who had died in his 40’s after a very progressive battle that put him quickly into a wheelchair and then a bed where he stayed till he died of complications.  It’s Lynn’s philosophy that if you are told about negative things that “could” happen, you’re more likely to subconsciously progress in that direction.  I can see his point of view on that so I try not to bring up symptoms he does not currently have and I don’t talk about disease progression.  When he talks about being able to stand independently or do this or that (things he has not done in over two years) then I mutter encouraging words, try to help him with his physical therapy toward that goal, and try to support his mental hope. Then in private, I continue to research what might be causing any new symptoms I might see and look for disease modifying therapies or devices to assist in his daily care.  I also admit that I DO think a lot about future care even though I try not to.
Currently, I am very fortunate that I can work from home and I have his family who comes in twice a week to help.  His mom and sister come on Mondays and his son comes on Wednesdays.  They are a God-send because on Mondays I have a lot of things scheduled that take time and it helps to have Lynn’s needs being met so I can focus on those things.  On Wednesdays I usually go into my office at work for any face-to-face meetings I might need to attend and to just remind people that I actually work there. However, I know at any point that assistance may no longer be available.  His son could get a job that required him to physically be at the office very day (he currently works from home and just works here on those Wednesdays).  His mom could get sick or his sister change jobs and they would no longer be available either.  My daughter used to help out but now she is a full-time caregiver for her son who has special needs and she can’t really manage his care and Lynn’s except for short periods; certainly not on a regular basis. I had a friend who used to come regularly to stay with him a few hours each Thursday but her personal demands have changed and she can rarely come any more.  Therefore, as time goes by my options for support have had a way of dwindling down.  That’s pretty common for long term conditions. People can help temporarily but long term is another matter.  So, I know that at some point, I’ll have to figure out how to pay for someone to come to my home or come up with another solution.
It’s discouraging the way resources are made available to those who do not work but for those of us who try to pay our own way, we can’t get any help.  For me to get assistance, I would need to quit my job, go on welfare, and maybe declare bankruptcy. I currently spend a lot of money on supplements that have really improved Lynn’s health but which are incredibly expensive!  I’m spending $3-4oo easily each month on supplements. Then there’s the grass-fed meats which are more expensive, medication co-pays, assistive devices that we find useful but which are not covered by insurance, and so many other expenses that to think about trying to come up with money to pay someone to stay here while I go into work, is mind-blowing… so I just don’t think about it yet.  I’ll deal with it when I have to since nothing is going to change between now and then…or could it?
A caregiver support group formed at my church in April.  We meet once of month.  In the group, we have one person whose spouse has a heart condition that limits his functioning, another whose spouse had a brain injury who needs significant support, one whose spouse has Alzheimer’s or something similar and three who had parents with cognitive or physical impairments needing care.  Since April, two have lost their loved ones and another has had a series of heart attacks which are limiting his life expectancy to months instead of years. As I told Lynn of each of these occurrences, I could see him becoming more and more concerned.
Our last meeting of the group was held at a rehab facility where two of the group had recently placed loved ones.  When I told Lynn about the one going into rehab and the issues associated with trying to take him home (his house is not handicap accessible with multiple stairs to get into the house and significant restrictions inside for using wheelchairs, lifts, etc.), I could tell it really bothered him. Later that day he shared that he was scared.  He’s so afraid that one day he will have to go into a nursing home.  He knows that even a well-run and high quality nursing home would mean he would get limited attention and would often be uncomfortable (he has A LOT of comfort needs.  It’s very difficult for him to feel comfortable and I’m forever adjusting this, moving that, changing whatever).  He also knows that he would feel isolated from family and friends because they would not be around all the time like I am now. He sees this happening to someone he knew who was able-bodied long after Lynn was unable to care for himself and it brings home to him how quickly things can change.
I assured him that as long as I’m able, he will never be put in a nursing home and that even if something happened to me, I’m sure the kids would take him in and work together to care for him. The reality is that I’m sure they would want to do just that, but could they?  They have jobs; they need to work.  They could not get financial assistance to care for him in their homes; just like I can’t, but they could get assistance if he was put in a nursing home.  How crazy is that?  It’s much more expensive to pay for inpatient care than to have a caregiver come to the home for a few hours but the more expensive one is an option, and the money-saving one is not.  Short-sighted? I would say so.
At any rate, I think my assurances helped him not feel as insecure.  He knows I’m overwhelmed with all I do and he knows my physical condition is deteriorating due to the wear and tear on my body from lifting and lack of sleep so he knows that I may mentally be willing but physically may not be able to do so.
So, what was my advise to him?  The same as always and the only thing that’s sure.  Just trust in God to take care of us when we need Him to do so.  He hasn’t failed us yet and He won’t fail us then.  I don’t know what the future holds for us.  I know Lynn’s likely to get worse instead of better.  I know I’m likely to have problems that interfere in my ability to care for him.  Can I do anything about that now?  No.  So I’m going to move forward in the manner I’ve used to cope so far…I’ll think about that later; not now.  For now, today, I have work to do.  He needs to be fed. He’s calling me to cath him.  I need to do some “work” work and I have some meals to prepare.  That’s enough for today.

Choices and Calculated Risk

I had to make a choice this week about my own care that turned out well but according to the urgent care doctor I saw, was not very bright.  Maybe so, but it was a calculated risk and one that I felt was the right decision at the time and as it turned out, was the right decision in retrospect as well.
You see, I have a lot of allergies and sensitivities.  I am often caught off guard by some new thing I’ve become allergic to so I keep epi (epinephrine) pins around just in case.  Well, Saturday night I noticed I sure had a lot of bug bites for only having been on my deck picking hot peppers for a few minutes.  As the night progressed, they were even itchier and in more places.  By morning, I had patches of hives all over which itched me to a frenzy if anything touched them; especially my hands. I wanted to claw the very skin off my hands!!  It was awful.  I figured the cause was either this new drug I had been put on for arthritis pain or the extra dose of a supplement I was taking so I stopped them both to wait for it to pass.  By night time though, I wasn’t feeling so well.  Besides the hives, I had started to feel a lot of burning pain in my GI tract and my esophagus was feeling like I had a thick lump in it. Since I have lots of medical equipment around here, I took my blood pressure–fine–my pulse–fine–and my breathing was not labored nor was my oxygen saturation off.  So having assessed my own condition, I decided to use the epi pin to stop the progressing reaction.
It helped a bit but I was still miserable and it was worse again the next morning.  Being Monday, I thought that Lynn’s family was coming so I was preparing to go to the urgent care center when they got here.  They were late so he called to see where they might be. His mom reminded him that she had told him the week before that they were coming on Tuesday, not Monday, this week.  Now what? I couldn’t take him with me because he was not feeling great either (his thyroid hormone level is way off) and besides who would take care of his needs while I was being examined etc.?  Though I hated to do it, I decided to call my daughter who has the baby that doesn’t like to eat so she is busy all day long with his feeding tube, therapy, and such.  I honestly had about decided not to go but to just suffer with the intense itching when I realized that I needed to take care of me for once. I also knew that if I didn’t call her she would have felt awful that I did not ask for her help.
As it turned out it was the perfect time of day for her to be able to come over.  I finished Lynn’s care for the morning, put in an indwelling catheter, and hooked him up to his peddler. She got here before I even got him completely ready and off I went.  I’m now on prednisone and the BEST non-itching medicine I ever had, Zyrtec. It was amazing.  I went from frantic scratching to no itching at all in a few hours.  I highly recommend it.
As I look back on this situation, I realize that I have become so used to being the caregiver that I cease to care for myself at all.  While I’ve had enough allergic reactions to be able to gauge pretty well what I need to do, those reactions can trick you and I should have done as the doctor said and call 9-1-1- right afterwards.  Why didn’t I? Because what would I have done with Lynn that late at night?  I hated to call someone out of bed to come stay with him.  I didn’t feel like I had the energy to put in a catheter.  How would I get home if an ambulance took me to the hospital? It just seemed too much of a hassle so I decided to just wait it out.  In reality, any one of our children would have come over to help if I had called.  One would have stayed with Lynn, one would have gone to the hospital and the other would have helped in whatever other capacity was needed.  I know this but I just didn’t want to ask for the help.
I am a caregiver and not a care receiver.  I know that one day something will make me a receiver but I don’t want to change that role right now.  I want to give and not receive…but then so did Lynn when his MS got worse….
We don’t have a choice often in life but to deal with what we get and make the most of it.  Sometimes we make the right choice; other times not so good.  I was lucky this time but I do need to keep in mind that if I don’t take care of myself then I won’t be here to care for him.  Therefore, as his caregiver, it is my responsibility to do what I need to do to be well enough to keep going….and going….and going…..

The Caregiver's Prayer by Kelly Combs

The following Caregiver‘s Prayer appeared in a local church’s newsletter recently.  Lynn’s aunt shared it with me and I contacted Kelly, the author, to see if I could share it with you.  She graciously agreed. I have included her bio below as well as the introduction to the prayer and the prayer, itself. I hope it blesses you as it did me.
Kelly Combs wrote this poem for her father, who has been a dedicated caregiver to many, and is currently caring for his wife who has Alzheimer’s. Kelly writes a devotional blog at

The Caregiver’s Prayer

By: Kelly Combs

Being a caregiver is hard. Whether it is your aging parents, a sick spouse, or another chronically ill person, the weight can be overwhelming, even as it is done in love.  We can’t do it alone, but when we partner with God, His strength can sustain us. I hope this prayer blesses those of you at Fairmount who may be caregiving, or know someone who is a caregiver. Please feel free to share it.
Dear God,
I’m feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do. I’m tired Lord, the work is hard, and so I come to You.
My role here isn’t easy, but it’s one I wouldn’t trade. I know I’m following Your will, but my strength’s begun to fade.
You said Your yoke is easy, and that Your burden’s light.
I need to rest my soul in You, and lean on You tonight.
I pray for peaceful, restful sleep; to wake fully restored.
I hope that’s not too much to ask of You, my precious Lord.
I pray that You renew my strength because in You I hope; Then I will soar, and not be faint, and You will help me cope.
You modeled loving-kindness, teaching us to be like You.
That gives me the strength to care. I know it’s what You’d do.
So I will keep care giving, on the bad days, and the good.
I’ll love the way You love me, treating others as I should.
Please bless the one for whom I care and hold us in Your hands. Together, with You, we will make a strong cord of 3 strands.
And when I get to heaven, and stand before Your Son,
He’ll call me faithful servant and say to me, “Well done.”
– Amen

What is a Caregiver?

I’ve had the opportunity this week to read a few blogs from other caregivers and last week to attend a caregiver support group.  In hearing the stories of other caregivers, I started thinking about what it meant to be a caregiver.  There’s certainly the obvious answer, “to give care to someone periodically or full-time,” but there is more to the story; especially if you’re a full-time caregiver to someone who is totally dependent on you due to a mental or physical condition.  Here’s my take on it….
…first, there’s the physical commitment which takes on many faces…

  • If the person cannot “do for himself” then you become his muscles and nerves; not just his hands and feet. It is through your muscles, and therefore, your strength, that he moves to change positions, to find comfort, to alleviate pain, to participate in distractions, to have his needs of daily living met, to experience the joys and challenges of life as a participant and not as a spectator. It is through your nerve endings that his body is protected from water that is too hot, sharp objects that might damage skin, body temperatures that indicate infection, bandages that are too tight, food that is too cold to be enjoyable, and other potential discomforts or enjoyments that he is beyond the ability to change but must rely upon someone to care enough to notice them and adjust as necessary for his comfort and enjoyment.
  • The flip side of using those muscles and nerves to provide for care is that you have more aches and pains than you might otherwise have. Your muscles are often strained and in spasm from lifting a body that cannot provide any support for itself.  It’s true what they say about dead weight being heavier.  A limb that cannot be lifted by the owner is heavier to lift than one that the owner can provide assistance.  Sure it weighs the same but the effort required makes it heavier.  So you get up in the morning with sore muscles and periodic spasms.  A good exercise routine would probably help that but finding the time to commit to that is a challenge (especially if you’re like me and hate to exercise!)
  • Besides the daily physical requirement, there is also the fact that you commit to their care even when you need care yourself!  Gone are the days that you could lie in bed and rest if you had a cold or migraine.  Gone are the days that you can have a GI bug and just stay in the bathroom till you are well. You have to figure out how to get help for the person you’re caring for either in-between bouts of being ill or who to call to come rescue you both. Personally, I’m probably going to have surgery soon and will have to find full-time care for Lynn before I do so.  That’s bothers me more than the thought of the surgery!

 ….Then there’s the emotional commitment or impact….Though the physical aspect is draining, the emotional impact may be even more difficult to handle.

  • Again, there’s the emotional contributions of caregiving toward the “caree.”  Part of your role includes observing the emotional thermostat of the individual. Are they depressed?  Are they becoming angry and difficult to control?  Maybe they are afraid about the future or that you will decide not to look after them anymore so they cling to you or try to “guilt” you into staying.  Someone who is chronically ill often goes through the emotional stages similar to someone dying, “denial, bargaining, anger, depression, acceptance” with a lot of going back and forth between the stages as they encounter new issues.  Guess who has to help them through those stages?  The caregiver of course,who is also likely to be going through the same stages themselves.
  • The caregiver’s emotional response is often very difficult due to self-imposed guilt over having some of the emotions we have.  Too often we think that we are “bad” to be angry or resentful about being “stuck” in a situation. We don’t want to give ourselves permission to experience the negative feelings we have.  What happens though if you don’t allow yourself to express them is that they come out anyway in response to the one being cared for or in destructive ways to yourself.  I tend to overeat if I’m depressed and I become overly negative and critical toward Lynn. It’s important to acknowledge the feelings and allow them to be expressed but in a healthy way rather than in a destructive way.  Support groups and therapy help a lot with that as well as writing a blog : )
  • You also experience the effect of constantly having that person on your mind. You have to plan ahead for meeting their needs…do they have enough supplies, when is their medication refill due, are their bills being paid on time, are their clothes okay, are their meals being prepared correctly, who is going to cover for you when you can’t come by, who will take over if something happens to you….etc. etc. etc.  

…Besides emotional and physical commitments, you also become the other person’s “window to the world.”

  • You help them remember what day it is and to celebrate the special occasions on the calendar.  Often every day is just like the last so it’s difficult for them to keep straight the season or the holiday being experienced.
  • They may not read the news or watch it on TV so helping them keep up with current events may be a way to keep them connected (personally, I do not read them either so we could have had an alien invasion and I wouldn’t know about it till someone stopped by and told me about it.)
  • You are the one who takes them out into the real world.  I admire Patrick, who writes Caregivingly Yours.  He takes his wife Patti, who has MS and is fully dependent, on multiple excursions per week.  He keeps her stimulated with new places and entertains her with new advantages to help her keep involved in life, even though her MS Dementia would make it easy for him to say they did when they didn’t.  That’s try commitment to doing what’s good for someone when it would be so easy to let it go.

Then in addition to being a “caregiver” you add MS to the picture.  I know all chronic illnesses have their special challenges but since I deal with MS, I’ll describe that impact.   MS is unpredictable.  Since any nerve pathway could be affected by the myelin degeneration, ANYTHING could go wrong. What is working fine today might not work at all tomorrow.  Someone who is functioning well in the morning may not have the ability to do anything for themselves by afternoon. A simple cold can put them in bed for a month or more and lead to new exacerbations that have long-term limitations. A period of forgetfulness might mean fatigue or the beginnings of MS dementia.  And while all these symptoms create challenges, for the most part they do not shorten life expectancy so the accumulation of new challenges goes on and on and what’s lost is rarely regained.
There is no doubt that being a caregiver is a sacrifice of one’s self.  For me, I often feel like I am an extension of Lynn and at times, even lose myself in him so that I no longer exist.  When that starts to happen I have to work to separate myself from that place; otherwise, depression sets in and I am less effective at anything. 
Overall, I feel blessed to be a caregiver.  I receive a lot of rewards from being one.  It’s the hardest job I’ve ever had to do but it’s also the most rewarding because I’m very fortunate that the person I care for, cares for me, and we share the challenges together.  Plus, he’s very grateful and I have much support from our families and friends. 
But most of call, I’m blessed because God gave me the spirit of being a caregiver so I am doing what he has given me the talent to do.  Not everyone is so lucky and for them being a caregiver is a much greater challenge.  To them I say, “do the best you can but don’t expect to be perfect and don’t beat yourself up if you don’t like it.  You’re a blessing to the one you care for and that’s enough.”
So am I.

Pass It On

One of the hats I wear as the caregiver support for Lynn is to help him promote his book.  As I have mentioned before, when he no longer was able to work, he began to write. His first book, “Rising Tide,” was published a couple of years ago.  Those who are not in the publishing industry assume that the publisher promotes the book.  Not so these days as the only books that are advertised or extensively promoted are those from already known authors. Therefore, Lynn spends a great deal of his day contacting book clubs who might be interested in reading his book and offering them a free promotional copy.  He also writes a blog about writing and interacts with book sellers.
One of his contacts who writes a blog about authors is featuring him and his book this week.  Check it out!   This is a link,, to a feature article which includes a short interview with him as well as an except from the book, the official trailer, and a short bio about Lynn.  Due to the limitations he has from MS, Lynn is limited in marketing his book to the use of social media.  He is trying to start a grassroots movement to promote his book, “Rising Tide.”  I hope you will check out the article and pass it on to others who enjoy reading.

There are Worse Things Than MS

I got a text message from my son this week asking us to pray for him, his fiance, and her family.  His fiance’s mother was recently diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer that had spread to her bones. She has had a month of radiation and a couple of weeks of chemotherapy but she is not tolerating the treatment well (she has lost 28 pounds in a month and was already very small).  The doctors are recommending that they stop treatment and consider hospice.  Her only child, my son’s fiance, has been holding up extremely well during all this taking on the burden of support and caregiver for her mother; but it finally got to her when she was asked about a “do not resuscitate” order. 
My son and this young woman have been dating for about six years so I’ve grown very fond of her and when he shared this information, it really hurt my heart to think of her upcoming loss and what her mother must also be considering.   Next weekend my step-son (Lynn’s biological son) is getting married.  I have to wonder whether my son and his fiance will now rush to get married while her mother can still participate in the wedding.  It would be a very simple affair I’m sure since time will not allow for planning but I can imagine the desire of the daughter to have her mother there and the desire of the mother to see her daughter married.  Suddenly plans change when your focus is narrowed in on time and what’s of utmost importance.
I’m fortunate that Lynn is currently doing well.  He’s stronger and better able to move than he was at this time last year which is a blessing; however, his ability to do things for himself is no better and may actually be a little more limited.  But still, he is doing better so I’m not focusing on avoiding readmission to the hospital or making plans for greater support.  However, I know that one day, that will occur…just not now.
Sometimes looking at the long road ahead and the expectation that as he needs more support, I’ll be getting older and less able physically to provide the care he needs it becomes overwhelming.  On the one hand I hope that he won’t linger in a state of total dependence on anyone while he lies in bed unable to move or do anything on his own.  I know he had rather die than end up like that so if that point occurs, I hope he dies quickly.  But I hope that is a very long way off because even though it takes so much out of me to care for him as I do, I had rather have him as he is now than not at all.  We still share so much and still find joy in our lives and I hope that the blessing of being together continues for a long time to come.
So when faced with the awareness of how fleeting life can be, I realize once again that there are much worse things than having MS.  What he has is a nuisance but he still has life and joy and hope and that makes MS just A thing not THE thing.

National Family Caregivers Month – Background

In 1994, the National Family Caregivers Association began promoting the celebration of family caregivers during the week of Thanksgiving. President Clinton signed the first presidential proclamation in 1997 and every president since — Democrat and Republican alike — has issued an annual proclamation appreciating family caregivers. As interest grew in family caregiving issues, National Family Caregivers Week became National Family Caregivers Month.
Day in and day out, more than 65 million family caregivers in this country fulfill a vital role on the care team. No one else is in a better position to ensure continuity of care.  Family caregivers are the most familiar with their care recipients’ medicine regimen; they are the most knowledgeable about the treatment regimen; and they understand best the dietary and exercise regimen.
NFCA coordinates National Family Caregivers Month as a time to thank, support, educate and empower family caregivers.  Celebrating Family Caregivers during NFC month enables all of us to:

  • Raise awareness of family caregiver issues
  • Celebrate the efforts of family caregivers
  • Educate family caregivers about self-identification
  • Increase support for family caregivers

“The true strength of the American family finds its roots in an unwavering commitment to care for one another.”
 President Barack Obama, NFC Month Proclamation 2009


As a caregiver, I’m asked to assume many roles–comforter, nurse, counselor, banker, chauffeur, and many others; but the one role that I really hate is being the man-of-the-house.  I’m sure the same holds true for men who are caregivers to women.  I would venture to say that most caregivers are satisfied with their God-given gender.  I know I am.  I like being a woman accepting both the bad with the good.  It’s a role I know how to do since I’ve been this way for 55 years.  On the other hand, I was not born a man and I do not have any desire to become one, compete with one, or assume the responsibilities of one, but that’s what I’m asked to do at times.
What caused me to get on this soap-box you may say?  My car.  I went out to the car while my step-son was here to stay with Lynn so I could go to the grocery store.  When I climbed in and reached up to adjust my rear-view mirror, it was not there.  Instead, there was a cord hanging down with the mirror at its end and a black bar in the seat beside me.  Needing to get to and from the store quickly, I left it all there and took the van instead.  When I got back, I told Lynn that I would need to call our mechanic on Monday to get him to fix the mirror on the Impala.  Lynn’s response was, “You don’t need to get Ronnie to do that, you can handle that yourself.” He then proceeded to tell me how simple it was to take the mirror apart and glue it back in place. 
Now any of you men out there who have ever repaired a mirror that has come unglued will realize this it really does not take a rocket scientist to repair this situation nor do you have to know how to tune an engine or use a lot of tools.  You’re probably shaking your heads saying, “Yeah, it’s a five-minute fix.  Don’t pay a mechanic to do that.” That was Lynn’s opinion, too.  Mine was, “well if it’s so easy, then you go out there and do it.” 
Ouch!  Not very sensitive of me, I admit.  My purpose was not to make him feel bad about not being able to fix the car but to instead emphasize that while it’s easy for some people but not for everyone…including me.   Perhaps it IS so simple a process that even I could do it, but I DON’T WANT TO KNOW HOW TO FIX MY CAR! 
In exasperation, I declared, “why do I need to make a special trip to NAPA (which is next door to our mechanic) to buy glue, then figure out how to disassemble the casing (or whatever) on the mirror mount, glue it and then reassemble it all, probably getting frustrated and stressed in the process when I can take it to Ronnie and he can do it in five minutes, on the first try?”  Sure I could save some money.  I might even feel a sense of accomplishment for repairing it myself BUT I have enough to do with what I have to keep up with every day. I don’t want to learn something new.  I want to go see Ronnie and have him fix it.  He’s a mechanic and a good one; let’s let him have the business, okay?
I do realize, it’s really not about fixing the mirror.  What I’m upset about is having to learn to do things my husband used to take care of so easily.  He was a carpenter.  He was very good at doing repairs to homes and vehicles.  He knows his stuff so well that his first response is to tell me I can fix it myself with him telling me how.  What usually happens instead is that I get stressed and frustrated and he gets stressed and frustrated–for different reasons–and neither of us is happy. I may eventually get the thing fixed but I resent having to do it. 
There…that’s it.  I resent having to do it.
I resent the fact that I have to be both the woman and the man of the house.  I felt that way some when I was divorced because I had been left alone to fend for myself, but now I have my spouse who wants to help but can’t.  He gets frustrated and angry because he’s not able to help me. Then he feels depressed and inadequate because he sees me struggling to do it all.  I’m juggling so many plates in the air at one time that I can barely keep them going before they all fall down.  He hates to ask me to do one more thing but knows that if he could just explain it well enough, then he could still be useful by saving us money on repairs. But then if I take on the new task, nothing gets taken away; it’s just one more thing to do so I debate, “do I try to fix it with his help or call someone else for assistance?” Lately, I’ve been calling more because I realize I just can’t do it all and I don’t want to be the man anyway.
There are times I swallow my fear of failing when something needs to be done and I try to do it myself.  When I succeed, I admit, I feel proud but I’ve learned I have to balance my life.  Sometimes, it’s best just to ask for help, so come Monday morning, I’ll be making that call to Ronnie, “Hey, can you fix my mirror?”

God's Blessings

Often my journal entries discuss the challenges of being a caregiver but today I want to share a blessing–my church family.
Before Lynn was diagnosed with MS, he and I were very involved in our church.  We both were in choir; I helped produce drama enactments to support the sermon;  Lynn played drums for the praise band; we both played  hand bells; and we both were in dinner theater productions.  Three years ago, Lynn had to drop out of most of the activities he did due to fatigue and loss of coordination and strength.  Two years ago, I had to drop out due to my need to be home to care for him.  Since December 2010, neither of us have been able to attend church but are blessed to be able to attend through listening to the sermons on the church’s internet site.
Though we were well-known when we attended, there were many people who did not know us when we attended and I am sure that there are many more who have never met us or had any contact with our family since we had to stop attending church.  I share that fact to emphasize that the blessings we receive from our church are not due to a family connection or special relationship.  No, the blessings we receive from our church are due to the outflowing of God’s love for us through them. I think you will agree when you read what they have done for us.
First off, we are on the prayer list regularly and we get uplifting cards for all occasions and sporadically throughout the year telling us that we are being thought of, prayed for and remembered.  That is such a comfort when we live our lives in somewhat of an isolated fashion.

  • When Lynn started having difficulty walking, a group of men put in a ramp on the back of our deck so he could come in and out using the wheelchair instead.  Without that ramp, he would not have been able to leave the house for medical appointments much less any other trip.  The labor and supplies were provided by church members.
  • We asked who in our church could advise up on getting a handicap shower installed.  Within days, a shower had been ordered and two men from church installed it.  Not only was the labor free but the shower was provided by donations from the church members.
  • When Lynn was in the hospital two years ago and I was depressed because I could not decorate for Christmas, a group came over and decorated our home.  Not only did they decorate, but discovered that our refrigerator was on its last ice-cube and they got us a nice second-hand one that works wonderfully (without multiple containers to catch the leaks it produces like my last one.)  Last year several people came over once again to help with putting up decorations AND taking them down.
  • Groups have come over to rake leaves, mow grass, clean up debris after storms, and do all types of yard work.  One group came and tore down an old play house and a fence that was falling down.
  • One of the angels from our church cooks for us each month.  She fixes all of Lynn’s special diet meals and freezes them in individual containers so all I have to do is thaw out a meal when it’s time to feed him.  You can’t image (or maybe you can) how much I appreciate not having to take the time to prepare those meals three times a day.  Several members contribute to the cost of the food she prepares so that most of what he eats, doesn’t cost us a thing.  There is another Sunday school class that brings us bottled water every two weeks.
  • One of the members comes each Thursday to help Lynn with his writing (typing).  She helps him write his blogs or chapters in his book or whatever other correspondence he needs to get out so I can concentrate on my work.

If the church finds out we have a special need, they take care of it or at least help us find a way to meet the need. Every once in a while we even receive donations to help us with some of our expenses (which you know are a lot if you’re caring for someone with special needs.) I know there is much more they have done than I have listed here.
In fact, what lead me to write this was what happened while we were on vacation.  We came home to a house that had a new coat of paint, a newly stained deck, and fresh landscaping for my azalea beds!  A group got together to spend their time off this past week painting our house while we were on vacation!  What a blessing they have given us!
Our church, Gethsemane Church of Christ in Mechanicsville, Virginia, ( is a God centered place of worship.  Their mission to follow Christ faithfully through word and deed and to demonstrate Christ’s love through action.  The blessings they have provided our family are not unique to us.  They have done the same for many other members.  If a member has a need, they try to help.  They are not a wealthy church or a large church; they are a rural community church made up of average people who love their Lord and each other.  We are truly blessed by their generosity and faith and by the Lord that they (and we) serve. 
I wanted to publicly thank them for their love and support over the years.  As a caregiver, I can’t do it alone.  As a person with MS, Lynn has much he cannot do.  But through the love of Christ demonstrated through these saints of the Lord, we are truly blessed each and every day. 
I hope you are fortunate enough to have such a church family as well.  Their actions are not about religion or a particular faith-based group but are instead a commitment to the Lord Jesus Christ, our savor, and our healer, who never forsakes us and who will be there for anyone who chooses to be his follower.  Thank you, Lord Jesus, for being there for us.

911-Do you do catheters?

One night this week, just about bedtime, I became very nauseated and started feeling really lousy.  It had the feel of when I’m about to have an allergic reaction to something.  I have lots of food allergies and I often find out about a new one though several hours of agony and being tied to the restroom.  I thought it might be that or food poisoning.  Fortunately, it turned out to be neither but it sure gave me a scare.
I, like most people, hate to be sick.  It’s miserable but usually if I have someone to bring me things, I just stay put in the bathroom, often on the floor on a blanket, till it passes.  As I was contemplating possibly having such a night I went between dread of being sick and panic as to what was I going to do about Lynn?
There were several issues.  The most immediate was that I felt like I couldn’t stay up another minute but still had to finish feeding him, giving him his nebulizer treatment, cathing him, and getting him ready for sleep.  With each request he made, I became more and more cranky and desperate to lie down.  I finally did, lying very still, breathing shallowly, and praying I would not be sick.  Thanks, God for granting that wish….
As I lay there in dread, the other struggle was what was I going to do if I did indeed get sick?
1.  What if I needed help?  Lynn is attached to a peddler at night so he can peddle when his legs get stiff. He could pull out of it but he also doesn’t usually hear me if I yell from the bathroom and he can’t get his wheelchair through the door to bring me anything.  Solution:  Take a phone into the bathroom with me.  Plan:  Get a phone for the bathroom permanently.
2.  He needs to be cathed several times a night.  He cannot urinate on his own. If I was too sick to move, who could cath him?  That’s where my mind went to 9-1-1.  I figure if a rescue squad could put in a catheter in an emergency, not being able to empty one’s bladder can lead to one, so the solution is to call 911 to get them to come put in a foley.  Did you know that if a person cannot empty their bladder that after a while they will go into shock?  The urine backs up to the kidney and then on toward overloading the heart and lungs.  It doesn’t happen immediately but it can cause a lot of pain and the shock comes long before the other parts. So I think 911 is a good option.
3.  If I’m sick for hours, I sure am not going to feel like taking care of him the next day. Lord, give me strength!  I know I would try to push through though.  I would certainly have to call for help I expect but there are so many things family and friends just don’t know how to do and I still don’t have an arrangement yet for intermittent nursing help.  Got to get back into looking for that again.
Just so much more to consider when someone is so dependent on you for everything they need.  I also know that emotionally Lynn would be devastated if I was very sick.  He gets so afraid if I seem to be sick or hurt.  He worries about me but he’s also very afraid of what would happen to him.  He says all the time that he would give up and die if I was no longer around to help him.  Talk about pressure…
Anyway, I dodged the bullet.  Whatever was wrong finally went away.  I felt yucky the next day but functional so it was a false alarm, thank God.  So once again we were blessed to avoid another crisis and managed through what we had.  Aren’t we fortunate to have such a caring God to take care of us that way? 
Yes, we are….

Virtual Support Group Instructions

Great News.  I have Skype set up and we can do conference calls, not group videos (though you could if you have that option in Skype, I just don’t have the bandwidth to do it).  Here’s what you need to do to participate:

  • Set up a Skype to Skype account.  It’s free.  You will need to have the capability to talk through your computer so a webcam with audio capability would be helpful.  Some laptops already have them installed so you’ll need to figure that out on your computer in advance.
  • Once you have your Skype account set up, you need to send me a contact request.  My Skype name is MSCaregiverDonna.  You can just click on “Add Contacts” and type that in as my Skype name.  That will send me a request to accept you as a contact, which of course I will. This has to be done in advance of the group meeting so I can add you to the conference call.
  • The day of the conference call, I’ll have already created a “group” for the session and I’ll send you a call when we’re ready to start.  You just answer the call and we get started.  Hopefully, it’s really that simple; however, I expect we may have a few glitches to work out initially so have patience.

Let’s set the date for our first support group meeting as June 16 and we’ll meet at 2 p.m. Eastern Standard Time.  That means you’ll need to convert the time for whatever time zone you are in.  I’m looking forward to meeting you all and having a real talk.

Virtual Support Group Update

I’m finding out that my internet, which is DSL, does not have enough bandwidth for me to do group video conferencing but I should be able to do group conference calls using Skype.  I’m still working out the details and when I have it figured out, I’ll be back to set up a specific time for our first virtual support group. 
I think we’re still on track for sometime in June. Based on the number of people who expressed interest, I think we’re looking at having a small group 5-8 to start with but if it works, I expect that could get larger.  Keep your fingers crossed that I figure out how to make this work. 
If anyone is interested in being a “co-leader” let me know.  There could be times I would not be able to host it and it would be nice to have someone else be the contact if that should occur.  Think about it and let me know.

Virtual Support Group by Skype?

  When I first started this blog, my intent was to create a virtual support group; a place on-line that people, like me, who could not get away to attend support group meetings could get together on-line.  While this blog has allowed me to make many new friends and to gain support periodically from each of you, it doesn’t allow for that “personal” touch.  But I have an idea that might just work….let me know what you think.
Have you ever heard of Skype?  Skype is an online phone service that is free and allows you to both talk to and see whom you’re calling. Lynn uses it to speak to book clubs about his book and while it’s not always the best picture (depends on the equipment being used of course), it allows you to meet the people on the other end of the conversation.  Skype also offers an option for video conferencing which enables the subscriber to have multiple pictures of callers up at the same time.  There is a fee for this but it’s only $10/month if someone wanted that option.  See where I’m going with this?
If enough people were interested, we could have a virtual support group of caregivers.  From the location of our own home, we could reach out from across the country or even overseas to meet each other and share a “real time” conversation.  By getting together on-line in this manner we could attend a support group while still caring for our family members.  Many laptops now have webcam capabilities built in but I’ve looked into buying a webcam and you can get some good ones for less than $50.  Skype has some listed as five stars that are around $25. I’m very technology illiterate so I may be missing something that would not make this possible, but I don’t see why not? 
If you’re interested, I was thinking maybe once a month, on a Saturday afternoon, we could designate an hour to talk about whatever is going on that month.  I’m not a therapist or a counselor so this would not be a therapy session; just a group of caregivers who share a common challenge who get together to encourage and support one another.   I don’t know if it would work but I think God put this on my mind as an option to reach out to support people in a more personal way.  I would still do my blog but this would be a separate project.
So, what do you think?  If you’re interested, let me know.  If there’s enough interest, I’ll buy the subscription to Skype for group video conferencing.  I think you could call in and just view me if you only want the free subscription or if you also subscribed to video conferencing, you could see everyone else who calls in. I’m not sure about that though but it makes sense that you could.  So give it some thought and we’ll see if there’s any interest.  I’ll get back to you in about a month to let you know if there’s enough interest and when the first meeting would be.
Be “seeing” you soon?

The Day It all Changed

In 2010, I was going into work every day and Lynn stayed home alone. At that time he was still walking though he would lose his balance frequently and fall. However, being the stubborn man he was, he chose not to use his rollator unless absolutely necessary (i.e. he was too tired or had too far to walk) and would instead hold on to furniture to get around.  On this day in March, I left early to head to Williamsburg to attend a conference for the day.  It was approximately an hour drive to where I needed to go.  I got everything set up for Lynn for the day and off I went.  I had made it to the conference center and was checking in as my pager went off.  I dropped by things on a chair and went out to find out who needed me.  When I saw my home number, I got nervous but figured he was just checking to make sure I had arrived safely.  (He gets very concerned whenever I have travel.) 
I called and said, “I’m here safe and sound…no worries.”  Then I heard his voice and realized that maybe I had a worry after all.  He started out with something like, “I need you.”  One second, I’m annoyed thinking, “what can I do from here?” and the next I’m scared and I’m thinking again, “what can I do from here?”  He explained that he had fallen when he tried to get out of bed and had been trying for an hour to get up.  He was exhausted and panicked and obviously scared.   I did my usual nursing telephone assessment (are you bleeding, can you breath okay, anything hurting, did you hit anything on the way down…) I asked him about calling an ambulance but we didn’t have a key hidden outside and there would be no way for them to get in and no one else was at home for me to call to run over there.  So I told him to hold on and I’d be there as soon as I could.  I grabbed my things and took off.
By the time I arrived home, Lynn had been lying on the floor near a heating vent for about three hours.  He was exhausted from struggling to get away from the vent;  dehydrated from the heat; emotionally distraught from fear and frustration.  He was overheated and started vomiting shortly after I got him off the floor (which was very difficult by this point).  He was in bed for the next two days and was never the same after that.  To this day, he’s now afraid for me to leave him alone for any significant period of time and panics at the though of me being far away.
That day marked the day our lives truly changed due to MS–more so than being diagnosed; more than his losing his job; more than anything that has happened since.  That was the day he became DISABLED.  That’s when he faced his mortality and he realized that life as he knew it had changed and he was no longer in control.
That’s also the day we became “disconnected” from others  After that I started staying home full-time to work and only went into the office for meetings and then only if I had someone to stay with him.  We became more isolated.  Afraid to be around anyone who might make him sick, we stopped going to church.  Limited to a wheelchair (because now he was afraid to walk on his own) we could not visit friends because there was no wheelchair access.  I could not go visit my parents who live five hours away because their home is not wheelchair accessible.  I could not leave him along to go shopping so I shopped via the internet.  I couldn’t visit anyone so they had to come to us (and since we live in a rural area, that was not very convenient.)  I realized that if we kept going that way, depression would set in for both of us and his condition would deteriorate even more.
So we had to find ways to get connected!  I started asking for help from church. We have a wonderful church member who has created a ministry of sending email messages to members to keep anyone who wants to know up to date on prayer requests and praises or requests for assistance.   I sent email requests for help and before long I had the help I needed and the process of connecting again began.  Our families and friends now come to us more often because we have reached out and asked for help…and they give it abundantly.  Even our stent(s) in the hospital last year served to connect us to others.  Through that visit I came up with the idea of this blog by talking to the wife of another MS patient. 
And through this blog, I have connected even more. I connect to people who have MS, people who know people who have MS, people who care for people with MS.  Some live close by and some live very far away.  Some know very little about MS and others have lived with it for 20-30 years.  We are all different but we all have a common connection–MS or caregiving.  That bond makes us family and friends instantly–a connection that brings us together even though I would not know most of these people if I was sitting across from them.  But through this bond of our desire to care for each other and relate to each other,we are connected on an intimate basis.
The National MS Society is starting a similar connection on March 12.  It’s called MS Connection and will be located at   It looks interesting and looks like a way to help us all make more connections so none of us have to deal with this condition alone.  Check it out when you get a chance.  I think you’ll find it has lots of potential.

Family of bloggers

When I first started blogging I had no idea what I was doing. I had heard about blogging but since I don’t have a lot of free time, I had not read many blogs.  Then while Lynn was in the hospital, I was talking to a nurse whose husband also had MS and we talked about how difficult it was to go to support groups.  If you’re the primary caregiver, getting away from home for very long is a major effort so belonging to a support group, while it might be beneficial, was just one more thing I would have to do without.
I tried Facebook at first to see if I could connect to other caregivers but to be honest, I’m just not that sociable.  I’m not a “one liner” kind of person (obviously as my prior blogs demonstrate) and just giving a “shout out” to someone doesn’t feel like we’re really connected. Therefore, I rarely even go to my Facebook account.
I realized I wanted to “talk” to people who could relate to what I’m living. I thought there might be others out there who were going through the same thing and who might want to also connect by responding to what I had shared.  That’s where the idea of a blog grew….and it’s exactly what I needed.
When I write this blog I feel like I’m actually talking to someone.  I don’t know most of you but if you’re reading this, it may be because you know someone with MS or you have had to care for someone who could not care for themselves, or you otherwise related in some way with something I’ve said.  That gives us a connection…a sense of community.  When I get comments back on something I’ve written, I feel understood and that I’m not alone in what I’m doing.  Blogging truly has become a virtual support group for me.
What’s really cool is that sometimes someone will actually send me an email and they share their story with me as well.  I feel like I have friends that really get it because they are really living it, too.  We’ve become a family of caregivers–people who care enough to give of themselves.  So thank you for being there for me.  It’s really very healing for me to share my life with you. 
PS, guess who has also started blogging?  Lynn. He has just done two so far but he saw how much I enjoyed it and is trying it himself; only his is about writing.  You can check his out at

Please participate in this survey related to Caregiver Needs

I received this email request from the Southeastern Institute of Research asking me to post a link to a survey they are conducting along with the National MS Society  and the National Alliance for Caregiving related to the needs of caregivers.  The study is investigating issues related to caring for someone with MS and the needs of family and friend caregivers.  
The survey takes approximately 20 minutes to complete and is completely anonymous and confidential. No one will ever ask for your name or contact information.  Responses will be combined with those of other caregivers and will be shared with the National Alliance of Caregiving and the MS Society so that they can learn how to better meet the needs of those caring for people with MS.
 I hope you will consider participating.  The survey closed on  Friday, October 21. For the purposes of this research study, caregivers are defined as family or friends, not professionally-paid caregivers.
 Here is the link for you to copy and paste or you can click on it at the right.
 I’ve taken the survey and it asks very relevant questions.  I encourage each of you to take the time to participate.