Saturday, June 29, 2019

The Pill of Perception

A wife has posted on my support page that she wishes this was over, but feels like a horrible person for wanting that. I was asked to write about my thoughts on this. This is what I shared.

Wanting this to be over shows mercy and a deep understanding of this disease, something most will never understand, unless they walk this. It is not lack of compassion, it is a dose of reality regardless of what emotions played into that decision.
A few years ago I made a meme about some words that came to my heart and wanted to share them. " The pill of perception is easily swallowed, but it is a dose of reality we tend to choke on!". Those whom have been diagnosed and those that are their caregivers, are living the reality, not the preception of this disease. We choke so hard on reality, that tears tend to be a permanent fixture on our face.

There comes a point when some really hard choices must be made. Medications, supplements and diet restrictions for example. When you are living the really of #EarlyOnsetAlzheimer or any disease with no cure, and you see your loved one continue to decline, and you know that not one person has survived since 1906, ( first case of Early onset) you are forced to put down the "Pill of Perception" and swallow a dose of reality.
Those of us whom have stopped all of the medications except for antidepressants and anxiety, did so because nobody wants to prolong this suffering. It is done out of love, yes, even if the decision is made during times of frustration and extreme stress. Nobody, faced with ANY TERMINAL disease, especially one that currently has no cure, should never, ever feel like they are a horrible person, because they don't want to prolong the suffering of someone they love, under these circumstances.
I have been recomend, by well many friends, family and strangers, to have my husband do and take all sorts of supplements and avoid eating certain things or add an abundance of others.

The bottomline is this... Someone with a disease that has no known cure, not a single drug that has proven to slow it down ( since every case is 100% different and regardless, still has a 100% death rate) and has the most horrific and inhuman, prolonged death... deserves to eat and drink anything they want and say no to something that may or may not prolong their suffering.
I had a woman who insisted that my husband's disease was caused by fungus and wanted him to eat cabbage, onions and large amounts of garlic. When I explained that fungus may be linked to certain dementia cases, it has nothing to do with Early-onset... she actually answered back, "So what, you don't want to get your husband well?". I answered her back, " Untill there is a cure, I cannot cure my husband, but I can make sure he is no longer suffering from the terrible side effects of prescription drugs and he is not restricted to what he wants to eat or drink in his remaining days. "
If you have come to this point in this disease, and just want this to be over, do not feel shame, do not feel guilt. Having a deep understanding of your personal situation has brought you and you loved one to this decision, nothing more and nothing less.
If someone shames you, don't be angry with them, educate them. If you are dealing with someone that is unable to understand reality, tell them what we say in the South... " Bless your heart" and move on. #WeWalkThisTogether and the reality of some folks, you just need to leave behind.

We Walk This Together

Monday I experienced, the emotions of actually believing my husband had died in front of me. As I ran into the house to search for my cell phone, running back out as I fumbled to dial 911, in my mind, Patrick was gone. As I tried to remain calm I was talking to first responders answering questions and holding my husband's face, looking into his eyes, not seeing him, see me. It was a feeling I just can't describe. There is not a word, it's not even every word in every language that has ever been spoken, it is that indescribable.
I got a glimps of what it felt like to lose my husband. So much flashed before me.

I was transferred to 911 operators, which I did not realize when I call 911, it goes local to our volunteer first responders, which is great, because they got there first.
So I start my conversation over but this time,Patrick starts making sounds. He is yellow/greenish, sweating profusely and gurgling, still eyes open, not blinking nor responding to me.
I thought he was having a heart attack.  Patrick had complained a few hours before hand that he felt shorteness of breath. He came out to where I was doing yard work and said he just didn't feel right. He had also been sick the night before.
Then the feeling of the most horrific helplessness came over me. There was absolutely nothing I could physically do to make this stop, I prayed but praying did not take away the feeling of helplessness I was experiencing, now thinking, OH My God he is alive and he is dying in front of me and I can't stop this! I felt those emotions.

As terrible and terrifying as it was to experience the real emotions, not the pill of perception but a dose of reality, that pain has purpose.
This experience has been a gift.
My experience with this has given me a deeper understanding, one that cannot be understood by perception, but by only those whom have walked it. With this understanding, my heart will be provied the words others may need. With this experience, I have a deeper understanding of my own emotions, because my heart will be somewhat familiar with the feelings, one can't describe.
Nobody can control what happens in life, we can only control our response to it.
#EarlyOnsetAlzheimer is in control of our lives, it decides what is next but it lacks the power to control how I respond! I can't fight #Alzheimers but I can use it to be a better wife, caregiver, mother, daughter, sister and friend. I can use it to make a difference. It will not make me bitter, it will make me better. 

#WeWalkThisTogether
#EOA
#YoungerAlzheimer