Sometimes it’s easier to do nothing.
Sometimes you realize you must.
In a four year period my father died from Alzheimer’s, my mother was diagnosed with dementia, and also my husband Richard.
Life wasn’t pretty back then.
And my coping skills were more than spent.
Since Alzheimer’s and dementia are ultimately fatal diseases, Mom and Richard also soon joined Dad in the after life.
It’s been three years now since Richard, the last of the three, passed away.
I wanted to stay far, far away from the battles of anger, frustration, and pain I often felt while caregiving.
Yet after watching a recent PBS special that spoke of the “tsunami” of Alzheimer’s, I was drawn back into the war. http://www.pbs.org/tpt/alzheimers-every-minute-counts/about/the-film/
With the numbers of those afflicted woth Alzheimer’s increasing dramatically, it’s no wonder the show refered to the disease as both a “human tragedy and an economic one as well” for our country.
Last week I was asked to facilitate an Alzheimer’s support group for caregivers.
I admit I stalled some in making my decision and went for a long walk around the lake to mull it over.
Was I emotionally ready? Did I have the right skill set? Did I have the time?
Then I thought again of all those caregivers. Warriors who are battling the biggest storm of their life, or at least of their loved ones.
As I finished my trek, I stood and looked at the beautiful vista unfolding before me.
Maybe I could help some caregivers find a patch of blue sky and even bloom just a little on the darkest days.
I went home and immediately sent a note of acceptance for this great opportunity to serve.
How could I not?