The Caregiver's Needs

I'm beginning to lose myself.
So focused have I been on Hubby's needs, that I've neglected my own.
Nothing new - most Caregivers do the same.
But all of a sudden, I've got musculoskeletal pain everywhere. I go on my usual walks around the neighbourhood, get back home and later in the evening the pain begins. It wakes me up at night.

Plantar fasciitis is back. Almost like it never left. I was just starting to take pleasure in the joy of walking once again. And sunshine. It's still cold here, but the sun is strong. Snow is melting. Walking outside in the fresh air with my face turned to the sun feels wonderful. A change in energy that I thought was making a difference.

But not anymore. It's turning into pain.
So I will make the appropriate appointments and look after my needs.

But I'm still in shock. Where did it come from? I thought I was doing well. Learning to accept that which I can't change, going with the flow, etc. etc.

Looking back, I can see that I have ignored nagging little symptoms. Little aches and pains that would come and go. Nothing horrible, after all Hubby's problem is much greater than mine. His needs far outweigh my own. Or do they?

This had not been a good day - or past few days. The focus has been on me and I'm not comfortable with this. I'm not the patient here. Hubby is. I'm not the one who needs attention. Hubby does.

I feel as if I'm losing myself. Looking back at old photo albums this afternoon, I wondered: who is that happy looking lady of only a few years ago?

Time well spent?

Yesterday, I went to buy a vacuum cleaner.
Hubby wanted to fix our old one.
I wanted a new one - preferably central vac.
We agreed on a canister type.

I drove off to Sears department store, parked in the parking lot and entered the store at the baby department.
Wrong! I should have entered in the mens shoes or washing machines.
Baby clothes! Oh no! All those cute spring outfits - yellows and blues and pinks.
I'll just have to walk past with my eyes shut.
Well, maybe just a little peek.
Hmmm - is that a "liquidation section" over there in the corner??

I spent about 3/4 of an hour checking out all the sales. I got some good deals too.
"I came here to buy a vacuum cleaner", I told the sales clerk.
"I hear that all the time", she laughed and directed me up stairs to the proper department.

I walked in and saw exactly what I wanted. It was a brand-new model on display - and on sale too.
"Sold!" I said to the salesman.
"I've sold 35 of these this week", he told me. "They really are good vacuums."

Down the escalator, back through the baby department, on my way to the car, when I spotted the baby clothes sales clerk.
"I bought my vacuum cleaner in 5 minutes", I told her.

She probably thought I was nuts. It took me 5 minutes to make a $350.00 purchase and almost an hour to buy about $20.00 worth of baby clothes.
But - I had fun.

Ripples on a Pond

Computer Son (my youngest) made an announcement over Easter - he and his wife are expecting - twins!!
I greeted his announcement with joy. Others groaned.

Computer Son will turn 30 in April. They already have 4 other children. Their small apartment has only 2 bedrooms. Now, they'll have to move. They had plans to move with the birth of Child Number 4 - two years ago. But never did.
They can't put it off any longer. Problem is - money's tight. But, I believe they will find a way to accept life's challenges and make things work.

This Grandma is ecstatic! Twins! I believe every birth is a miracle, every child a creation of God/dess. Meant to be. To live here on this Earth and experience life with the rest of us. A new baby, to my way of thinking, is an affirmation of Life.

I cast my mind back over the years; something I find myself doing more frequently, as time goes by. Thinking back - to trace the unfolding of events to the Source, the beginning. To the trigger, the catalyst. To the pebble thrown into the pond.

I was standing on my head.

Watching a morning yoga program on T.V. The pose of the morning was - The Headstand.
I warily placed a cushion on the floor against the wall. Took a deep breath, plopped my head on it and heaved myself up, using the wall for support.

This was supposed to reverse the flow of gravity - realign your body. Ha! my boobs were falling in my face and my head hurt, despite the cushion. This was not fun!

So I pushed my feet hard against the wall and came crashing down on the floor. My two little ones looked up from their toys in fright. My daughter started to cry. My 6-year-old son came over to see what was wrong.

Suddenly, I felt myself bleeding. That was odd. Wrong time of the month. I waited a bit, but it didn't stop.

Alarmed, I called my doctor. He told me that it was probably my IUD (yes, we wore those barbaric pieces of plastic inside, in those days, for birth control) had shifted and was irritating the inside of my uterus.
"Come in if it gets worse." he advised.

It got better. But this episode had frightened me. As a young mother I felt vulnerable, and bleeding to death during a yoga session was definitely not something I looked forward to.

That night, my husband and I had a discussion. Initially, he had wanted 2 children and I wanted 4. But in light of the IUD episode (I couldn't take the Pill and did not feel comfortable having my tubes tied after only 2 children) we decided to compromise. We'd have one more child and then I'd have a tubal ligation. Close up shop. No more babies.

The IUD was removed the following week.

Nine months later - Computer Son was born.

The ripples on the pond begin to spread....

Happy Easter!

Easter is early this year. With March winds howling, we welcome the festival of Spring, with it's eggs and bunnies. New life, new growth.

I spent the day with all of my grandchildren but one, yesterday. The newest grandchild couldn't make it.

I arrived at my daughter's house laden with Easter gifts for the children and hard-boiled eggs to colour.

The older children had fun decorating. Dye spilled all over the dining room table, but this Grandma was prepared. I had bought a plastic table cloth at the Dollar Store and it served the purpose well.

The babies were too young to colour eggs, so played happily on the floor. Well, most of the time. Granddaughter grabbed the chocolate eggs away from Grandson. Grandson retaliated by hogging her toys. She thought it was funny and kicked out at him, just for fun.

Grandson #1 decided to check out some video games on the computer. At almost 10 years old, he thought colouring eggs was boring.
11-year old Granddaughter didn't. She put her artistic flair into it and came out with some interesting creations.

7-year old Grandson spilled the coloured water. He dropped an egg or two on the floor. Didn't use the egg dipper, so got his hands thoroughly dyed - pink, purple and yellow.
All in all - a successful Easter celebration.

Hubby stayed home, as always. Happy in his comfort zone. Happy to listen to my adventures with the grandchildren, once back home again.

Happy Spring Everybody!

Here is what you see when you open my front door. Our front walk looks like a tunnel between snowbanks.
If you look very closely, you can see the neighbour's house across the street - well, only the rooftop.

But - Spring is finally here!!

And Hubby looks great! Gone is the fatigue, nausea, and frail-looking person. He looks fine. In fact, he looks better than I do.
I look tired.
I feel tired.
I am tired.

"My head feels tight" I tell Hubby after lunch today.
"Tight?"
"Yeah, tight - as if the skin is stretched too tight.
"Do you have a headache?" asks Hubby
"No, just tight."
"Hmmm" Hubby's humoring me.
"Why don't you lie down?"
"No!"
I hate spending any part of my day lying down. I bite my tongue so I don't say it out loud. Hubby always spends 3 hours after lunch sleeping in bed. And he thinks I should "nap" after lunch too.
Maybe he wants company.
Maybe he thinks everybody should rest part of the day.
Maybe he's right. Maybe not.

I bundle up well and go for a walk in the sunshine. It's cold and windy, but I don't care. I'm out moving my body, breathing in fresh air, and listening to the birds singing in the treetops.
Sounds of spring - and I want to be part of it.

Life Supports Us to Fly....

..... is an affirmation I learned recently. But why do I feel as if my wings are clipped?
It's almost spring and yet - these last few weeks feel like the worst, as we wait for the snow to melt.
Conversations always start with "when the snow melts we will...."
...get out and go for a long walk, bicycle, take our baby out in the stroller, go visiting and spend some time in the outdoors, clean the garage, paint the garage floor, clean up the back yard, see some spring flowers, etc. etc.

So, today, I jumped in the car and off I went to Chapters to buy some books for the grandkids for Easter. I'd already purchased colourful baskets and some chocolate eggs and bunnies. I keep the amount of chocolate small as I know the Easter bunny (and the other grandma) will bring more.

Hubby watched me go, as always. He is feeling better and I am glad. It's been a rough couple of weeks. I wonder if he will ever regain the strength he lost over those weeks.

This morning we had an "argument" (we don't really argue, just voice our opinions, and I usually just give in at this stage of the game, rather than adding to his feelings of powerlessness) over the vacuum cleaner. It broke and I need a new one. Hubby thinks we should send it out to be "fixed". Yeah, right. Imagine the cost of repairing an old vacuum? And the time? They'd probably want to keep it for weeks. If they do still repair vacuums.

I came home from Chapters with more books than I had intended. It's always like that. I love buying grandkids gifts (who doesn't?).
"Whoa - I think you went a little overboard!"
Oh puleeese, I thought. We have very different opinions on spending money.
He hates to spend money. I love to. I equate spending money with opening up and enjoying life. He equates money with losing something.

His world is closing around him. I know that, but I don't want to go with him. I want to jump back into the stream of life.
He occupies a world of fear. I feel bad for him. It must be horrible, and I am trying to do everything I can to ease his pain.
But it's not my world.

I want to open my world up and live! And dance! And have fun!!
And fly!!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day (tomorrow)

Some bright tulips on my windowsill to brighten up our winter!!!
This must be the longest winter on record.
Well, at least the snowiest!

Here in Montreal, we have a St.Patrick's Day Parade the Sunday before St. Paddy's Day. So, this afternoon, under a nice bright sunny sky, Montrealiers will be marching in the parade, drinking green beer (yuk!) and just having a ball.

On another note - I have joined BlogHer Ads because I get to choose the kinds of ads that go on my site. Rather than just having random ads.

They are doing a survey about - what else?? Blogging, our favourite sport (o.k., activity) so if anyone wants to take it:
this is where you can check it out

Have fun, whether you're Irish or not.