She was hospitalized in a city 3 hours from our home... so... I dropped everything to be there for her. I stayed with her for every moment I could humanly achieve... mostly 16 hour days... I learned every possible thing I could about how to help & care for her.
She spent 1 month in SICU... then went to a leading rehab hospital, where she spent a tad over 2 months.
I secured a hotel room for the entire time ($$$$$$) and was there 6 days a week, and switched off with her husband on his weekends off.
I made it my priority to be my sister's voice (when she had none), to help her hold on when she was struggling to live, to encourage her & move her body in therapy, to be her hands and her fingers while hers are not functioning.
Now she is home. And I am trying to let go a little... and allow for our parents and her husband to be a part of the care-giving team.
I guess, being hands on involved, with a perfectionist approach ~ has helped me to feel some sense of CONTROL.
I feel proud of myself that I have been there for my sister. And I will continue to be there for my sister.
It frustrates me that the hierarchy of care givers is OFF. I have an expectation that her husband would be more THERE. Like ~ he said, "if I don't go to the gym, I will go crazy"... so he makes time to do that, but doesn't show up to care for my sister
I feel like ~ "if I didn't care for my sister ~ I WOULD GO CRAZY!"
It frustrates me that her husband says "I have to make some important calls and get the house ready" ~ but the house is still full of boxes and not even close to ready for my sister.
It frustrates me that her husband is LATE when he is scheduled to help my sister get ready and into bed... or when he doesn't show up all day long (and he's 50 yards away) and then shows up for a "visit" and ends up interfering with the schedule for her bowel routine.
It frustrates me when he rubs her too hard or yanks her sling down and under her leg too rough, or when he disregards safety procedures and goes to unbuckle her seat belt before he tilts the chair back a bit.
When I break away (and I know that it's healthy & I must do that) but when I break away ~ I am anxious to get back to her. I miss her and WANT TO HELP HER. But I know that I'm not super-human and I can't do it ALL and ALL OF THE TIME.
I guess I feel afraid that the other care-givers in my sister's life cannot care for her good enough. I REALLY FEEL AFRAID OF HER HUSBANDS CARE! HE POKED HER IN THE EYE WITH HER DRINKING STRAW IN THE HOSPITAL, TOLD HER TO DO A 360 IN HER WHEEL CHAIR (WHILE SHE WAS STILL LEARNING TO DRIVE) AND DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION TO HER SURROUNDINGS AND SHE GOT HER ANKLE/FOOT SNAGGED ON THE WALL DURING THE TURN AND TWISTED IT BADLY, HE SCRATCHED HER SCALP SO DEEPLY WITH A BRUSH THAT HE MADE HER SCALP BLEED... HIS CARE TERRIFIES ME!
I've been patient with him, encouraging him, coaching him... BUT WOW!!! DOESN'T LOVING CARE JUST COME NATURALLY???? I JUST DON'T GET IT AT ALL! IT DOESN'T COMPUTE TO ME!
So... this is really the SMALL STUFF... there are so many more challenging things in this world... like DEALING WITH THE LOSS OF YOUR FUNCTION AND LEARNING A NEW WAY OF BEING AND FINDING THE JOY AND THE GRACE THRU-OUT...
None of what I just typed or vented about will STOP ME FROM ALWAYS LOVING AND CARING FOR MY SISTER TO MY HIGHEST ABILITY. THE FRUSTRATION WON'T STOP ME FROM GIVING HER EVERYTHING I HAVE TO GIVE...
And if the opportunity presents itself ~ I'll try hard to kindly WORK IT OUT WITH HER HUSBAND...
But until then ~ I'm on a LOW SIMMER
Thanks to any and all for listening... God Bless you.




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