Friday, April 21, 2017

Back home again

Life is amazing.  My sis and I had an incredible trip and then jet lag for about 9 days!  All recovered now and life is back on track.

Hubby did ok - but he has started losing weight.  Now - he is a rather large guy at about 270lbs.  So he could stand to lose some.  But not like this.  In the 2 weeks I've been home a few new developments and I'm pretty sure they are all linked to Stage 4 ESRD.

The smell of food makes him nauseous. We walked into a restaurant in a town about an hour away and he was perfectly fine, but the moment he smelled the food, he got sick to his stomach.

He is only eating about half of his meal and then he feels sick.

But he will eat an entire box of fiddle fade (like cracker jacks) at one time.  That stuff is completely loaded with sugar.  Just what he needs!

He is experiencing a lot of diarrhea and stomach problems.

He cancelled his appointment with the endocrinologists and has not rescheduled.  Says there is no point in going.  I argued that they might be able to help him with ideas on palliative care.

His cataracts have grown to the point he thinks he is legally blind.  He was supposed to go to the eye doc this week, but they cancelled so now rescheduled for May.  In the meantime, I will be doing all of the driving.

His back is causing him a lot of pain.  And I wonder if that pain could be attributing to the nausea.

It is sad to return after being away for 6 weeks and see the decline.  Yet I know it has been going on all along - you just don't notice the little things when you are with someone 24/7.

Sis and I walked 9 - 10 miles almost every day.  Even on an "off" day, we would walk 4-5 miles.  It was a bit of a rugged walk at times going up and down primitive trails.  So my knees, hips, thighs are in pretty good shape.  We are back to walking 4 miles 3 times a week here.

And now, spring yard work starts so that will keep me busy.  We just picked up new fence (metal decorative type) to add another fenced section to the back yard.  Two of my sisters have started coming over a couple times a week to work on making jewelry.  Today we are going to attempt some sterling silver soldering.  We've all had classes in the past so it's time to refresh our skills.

Just thought I'd update as this blog serves as a record of his progression with his diabetes.  I think overall, he's doing pretty good.  Yet I know that it just takes something quite minor to cause a problem.

DW

Thursday, February 23, 2017

what would you do?

Yesterday afternoon they buried my ex-mother-in-law.  My son's grandmother.  I did not go to the funeral or graveside but my son (age 38) texted me about 4pm that everyone had left and he was still there.  He said he just wasn't ready to leave yet.  I asked if he wanted me to come sit with him.  He said yes. So I sat and shared as many memories of her life as I could.  Pretty soon, he started telling me things that he recalled from his childhood about her and we were both laughing.

He was so incredibly close to her, loved her so much, and this devastated him.  She had been in a near vegetative state in a nursing home the past few months and we all expected/anticipated her passing.  Still, when it happens, it's not easy.

She was a truly wonderful woman.  She always treated me like her daughter - always welcomed me into her life.

After about an hour of sitting on the ground, talking with my son,  4 cars came back into the cemetery.  He had told me that everyone had gone back to the funeral home for a dinner.  Out of these cars stepped my ex-husband, his brothers and his sister.  I had not seen the ex in 20 years and did not recognize him until he said my name.  What a shock!!  I had seen the siblings in the past few years and knew them immediately.

The ex and I are amicable - we just live in different states and have no reason to run into each other.  So we chatted for a bit.  He said that he got in the night before and was leaving this morning.  I thought, "how odd - your mom just died."  Then he explained that he and his wife were leaving for Cancun on Saturday and they had to get back home (a 10 hour drive) to get ready for that.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries and he left.  It was another half hour of chatting with my son before he decided that he was ready to tell his grandma goodbye and we left the cemetery.

Funny how the reactions of death by others give you reason to ponder what you would do.  When my own mother died, I think in retrospect I was brain paralyzed.  I don't think I functioned properly for several months - I just went through the motions of life.  I was with her, holding her hand, when she took her last breath.  How oddly different this ex husband who waited til 3 days after his mom died to make the trip here, stayed 36 hours and took off because he has a vacation to attend to.

And then I smacked myself silly!  I am leaving next week to go overseas for 5 weeks with my youngest sister.  We have been planning this trip for the past 6 months.  What if my husband were to die the morning we leave.  Would I cancel that trip?  Wow!  Now there's a wake-up call!  What would I do?  And of course I can't answer that because I don't think we ever know what we will do in a crisis.  But did my ex-husband just give me permission to stick with my travel plans?   I should clarify that the ex is a full-time mortician.  Has he seen so much death in his life that he is numb to it - even the death of his own mother?  Perhaps.

Or has he learned how to process death, prepare for death, deal with it and get on with life.  Is it just another moment in his life?  It really gave me reason to stop and ponder - what is the proper protocol when someone dies.....and does it matter what others think about how you react to death?

Now, I truly doubt hubby is going to die in the next week.  But that leads to the next discussion.  A couple of days ago he started vomiting and having diarrhea.  I did some googling and came up with a new one....diabetic gastroparesis.  That's when food doesn't digest, stays in the stomach too long, and comes back up.  He pretty much has all the symptoms.  I suggested he call his doctor.  He said he wouldn't.  I asked when his next appointment was.  He said Apr 27.  If he's not better today I will strongly urge him to call his doctor.

Last night, he asked if we had any chicken broth.  OK - not something I stock but I got him a can of chicken noodle soup.  I suggested that he might want to just have some dry toast and let his stomach rest.  He replied that he was having a sugar low and had run out of glucose tablets.  How can he run out of glucose tabs?  Is he just not thinking?  Sometimes you just have to wonder!

I wanted to post this as I won't be posting again until late April.  This trip is a much needed getaway.  He will be fine.  We will Skype every day and keep in touch.  I'm looking forward to this adventure so much!  Hope you all have a great month!

DW

PS - there were a couple of comments that I deleted because they were full of weird characters.  If it was your comment, I apologize.  But I honestly couldn't quite make out the content because of all the weird letters/symbols.  I think that happens if you use a fancy font that the internet doesn't recognize.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

and he's back

after being gone 6 weeks.  I am truly struggling this time to acclimate myself to life with him.  It is not easy.  OK - it has been extremely hard.

I wonder if it's because we are both getting older.  I wonder if it's because the marriage just isn't working.  I wonder.....

It's the tiniest things that drive me up the wall.  He said, "did you get rid of my laundry basket?"  I said, "no, it's in your closet."  He said, "no, it's not here."

So I put down what I'm working on, get up, walk to his bedroom, look in the closet and point to the laundry basket.  He said, "that's no it."  So I pick it up, take it out of the closet, set it on the bed and he says, "oh, it is!"

What the heck????

I pulled into the garage tonight and parked where I always do.  When I went to open the door, I saw that a drawer on the tool chest had been left wide open.  It sits right where I open the car door.  I had to back up, get out, close the drawer, then pull up again.

He couldn't close a drawer???

He has an old DVD player (huge as it was one of the first ones out) and he wanted me to store it for him.  I asked why?  He said, "We've only had it 3 or 4 years, I just don't want to get rid of it."  I said, "In May, it will be 5 years since we moved into this house and you had it at least 5 years in the last house.  That makes it 10 years old!!!"

He has lost all concept of time!

None of this is anything major, but when it is 3, 4, 5, 6 times every hour - it just builds up.  I could just go on and on with examples like this.  I knew it would happen.  I tried to prepare myself for it.  But for whatever reason it is just not working this time.

I am doing a very good job of keeping my mouth shut.  Biting my tongue.  Trying to accept that this is just how life is with someone who probably isn't getting enough oxygen to their brain, who's kidneys aren't able to get rid of the waste, who refused to do anything about their health.  I am trying hard.  Just not sure it's going to work.  Makes me appreciate the break I just had so much more!

DW

Saturday, January 07, 2017

Storing medical supplies

Hubby has been gone since 12/12.  I caught a cold and am recovering so not getting everything done I had hoped to get done while he is gone.  He'll be back 1/21.  It's been a great break (other than being sick for 2 weeks).

These reprieves are a complete blessing to me.  There are moments when I simply sit here in the silence of the house.  I know that I have been pushing too hard and that's probably why I got sick.  On the other hand...I am fully rested and ready to turn back into a caregiver when he gets home.

We FaceTime.  That is interesting.  Because I don't see him all day long it gives me a different view of him.  Puffy face.  Retaining fluids?  Swollen eyelids.  Things I will look at differently now that I've seen them with space and time in between.  

Hubby is holding his own with his diabetes.  He will be seeing a new endocrinologist in April.  Still no nephropathy referral which he should have had months ago.  Maybe I can get him to follow up on that.  Or maybe his primary care deleted the request after he said he wouldn't do dialysis.  At any rate, life is pretty good at the moment.

One of the more interesting things about diabetes is finding storage space to keep the things you need to have on hand.  We have a small place - 1120SF.  I have just completed doing the final closet with the wire racks from Home Depot.  I like them as you can adjust them to fit whatever you need.  I no longer wear dresses so I just need a few feet to hang shirts and pants.  The rest of the closet can be in shelves.  I find the fabric cubes are perfect for storing all kinds of medical supplies.  And I found some "half" wide bins at Home depot which have proven to be great for medicines and drugs.  About a foot deep, 6" wide and a foot tall.  Odd sized things fit nicely.  So much more storage than just stacking stuff on a shelf and I can pull out the bin to find what I need.    I have several of the full sized bins as well which are great for larger items such as back braces, leg braces, tens packs, etc.  I now have one full closet dedicated to medical stuff.  I never thought that would happen - but these racks and bins allow me to store it all in one handy place.

This week, I'm working on adding these "closet" racks to the garage.  Once I'm done with that I think everything will finally have a "home".  It's only been 4 1/2 years since we moved in here.  But at least it's getting done!

Hope everyone has a healthy 2017.

DW