Caring – “to give care: caring for the sick”
I have done a fair amount of this during my life. The first person I helped to care for was my
maternal grandmother, Ada. She developed
breast cancer in her seventies at a time when the standard treatment was a
double mastectomy followed by radiotherapy.
Ada was fortunate to have a number of cancer free years before
developing secondary cancer.
I still lived at home with my parents at the time and Ada
came to live with us. To say I helped
care for her is probably an overstatement – I was only 19 when she died. You can’t live in the same house as a dying
person and not be involved to some degree but my mother did the bulk of the
caring.
My mum was one of the most unselfish people you could ever wish to meet. Having cared for her mother it was only a couple of years later that she did the same thing again with her husband, my Dad. He was also struck down by cancer, primarily in the lungs but we didn’t know that until the secondaries in his brain started showing symptoms. This was in the early eighties when treatments were still not that advanced so we had just over six months from diagnosis until his peaceful death at home. Again I helped but my mother took the brunt of it. Towards the end for both my Nan and my Dad we also had the wonderful support of MacMillan nurses.
My mum was a great example to me
and a provided a lot of support both emotionally and in practical ways – she was
an expert at ironing and with three children and a husband all wearing a shirt
each day that skill was put to good use in my house! Unfortunately she was diagnosed with
Alzheimer’s in 2005. I try not to feel
guilty about not being able to care for her in the same way as she cared for
others. Although she’d made it quite
clear when she was lucid that she wouldn’t want me to have to look after her,
that she should be placed in a care home if the need arose making that decision
is still one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Circumstances dictated it. Of course I visited often and was totally
involved in the decision process concerning her care but I wasn’t as hands on
as I’d like to have been. Thankfully I
was able to be with her through most of her final days and was with her when
she passed away.
I hope that if I’m called upon to
care for anyone in the future I can meet the challenge and live up to Mum’s
standards. I pray that if I am
unfortunate and develop Alzheimer’s that my husband and children will not feel guilty
about seeking the right care for me. I
pray also that if that happens some common sense may have prevailed on assisted
suicide but that’s a whole different topic.
Hi, very thoughtful and thought-provoking reflections. Best wishes :)
ReplyDeleteNever underestimate the care that you gave not just to Nan and your Dad but also to your Mum during those years.
ReplyDeleteI fully understand the guilt surrounding a loved one going into care. It is so hard. I think we need to recognise several things.... It is a differnt world today to the one our parents inhabited. We have more commitments than they did. You were working apart from anything else. I was looking after grandchildren. What do you do?
Plus they didn't want that for us any more than we would wish that on our children. We both did our best and we' we're both there for them at th end. You can't do more.
Assisted dying? Bring it on! As you say, it is another topic. Xx