Please, please, make all of this go away. The pain. The worry. The decisions. The agony of watching Jim slide away as we try to cling to him. As he tries to cling to himself.
It hurts. So bad. And I can’t stop it. From hurting me, him or the kids. The kids. As a parent, all I ever want to do is protect them and keep them from hurting but this hideous disease blocks me from protecting them. It is taking their father from them and they are front row witnesses. All I can do is stand helplessly by as their pain grows, his death grows closer and I frantically work at picking up pieces as they fall faster and faster until I can no longer keep up. They see me struggling to find a solution. They watch as he tries to speak and they can barely manage to put together his mumbles into a clear thought. They help him with so many daily activities during the day they can’t ignore his plight. They are entrenched, as we all are. I feel as if I am failing them while I am failing him. I can’t help him. Can I help them?
I see him look to me for help, I see him struggle to speak, to get dressed, to brush his teeth, to bathe and shave, to help around the house…..he deserves so much more, so much better. How dare this happen to such a wonderful person? How dare I fail him? Fail the kids? Fail myself?
I thought the grieving process would get easier but the truth is the grieving process is only subliminal for a while and then it re-emerges stronger than ever. Just when I think I have a handle on letting him go and moving on, becoming a single parent, making all of the decisions, being Mom and Dad, figuring out finances and facing my loneliness head-on and accepting this fate….I look at him, see is frailness, his desire to stay with his children enabling him to watch them grow up, his failure to manage the most simplest task and the disappointment on his face….what am I doing wrong? What can I change? What can I stop and divert?
The world keeps spinning around us. But my world has stopped. Friends have disappeared. But in truth, not only do I understand, it is ok because he is constantly within ear shot and I can’t have a private conversation anyway. My world is selectively smaller these days and yes, it hurts, but there is nothing surprising going on. Friends have called and I have not answered because I can’t really talk. It would be a superficial conversation and I am not up for that. I am barely up for a real conversation, but putting on a front has never been my style and at this point it is impossible. I feel as if I am in a prison, trapped and controlled by something no one is regulating.
I now wake earlier to assist him in the mornings. One morning recently, I got him in the shower, helped him, got him drying off and went across the hall to wake Brad up. I spent a few precious moments caressing his sweet face and hair and just having a private morning moment with my son. When I went back to the bathroom, Jim had found a razor and “shaved”, cutting his chin and leaving large portions completely untouched. And that is where we are.
I constantly feel pulled between taking care of him correctly and taking care of the kids correctly. They both need me and deserve better. But it is impossible. I am torn at all times and I know the answer. While I fail them both, I fall further and further. Jim and I discussed this several years ago when he was first diagnosed. The kids come first. But it is harder to do now, when it is actually upon us. I want to do right by him but I want to be the parent our children need as they lose their father.
It is just so sad to watch him. He is a ghost of his former self. It doesn’t have anything to do with my recent burdens. It is seeing him struggle to try to do a simple task and not be able to and to know at one point he had so much pride and was capable. Not that it would be easier any other way….I am just hurting.
Yes, I am depressed. Friends have suggested medication. My therapist has recently started mentioning it as well. But I feel like I have a right to be depressed. I am in a depressing situation. And I need to feel the hurt and the pain before I can move on, if I ever am able to move on. Right now I can’t fathom ever moving on past this pain. But I know that being medicated is going to numb some of the pain and I need to try to hold off as long as possible. I am not opposed to it, I will probably eventually take something to help me, but for now, I want to try to stay off anything that will deter me from understanding the pain my children will feel, are feeling and have felt. It is ok for me to hurt, I don’t need something to ease that pain, but I have no doubt that at some point it will be time to get some assistance pulling myself out of this funk.
This is a most agonizing journey and I am hopeful that at the end of the road I will be a better person and somehow survive strong enough to continue to help others. I am amazed at the number of people coping with this same plight and hurting and struggling as we are. How is our country able to stand strong without helping the weakest? My friends, there is a fight brewing, and I hope you will all be with me. It isn’t about money and it isn’t about class or race. It is about doing the right thing and about common sense. It is hard to imagine this is an issue, but it is. It is also hard to imagine a world without Jim in it.