Valued Escapes (IP)
By Rhiannonw
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Always independent,
remote, but pleasant,
committed to each other, but volatile –
a relationship prickly, fragile.
Came to live in our annexe,
(and thus helped us move to a pleasant location)
so we could keep an eye on their situation:
nervous thoughts of aging,
assistance and company at hand,
relief from house ownership,
from business correspondence spared,
from paperwork frustrations preserved,
muddles and worries shared,
but strongly independent,
reserved.
But came the day when his irritations
became confusions,
and his wife took a holiday form the strain;
and when she returned, we again
found our caring role increasing, increasing
– a husband struggling with dementia,
– a wife forgetting what was said to her,
tendency to fall, low hearing function,
needing tactful introduction
to acceptance of help
– and then the monitoring
of relationship interactions,
to know when essential
to wander in for untangling
the tumults and wrangling
arising from deafness and
incomprehensible utterances:
to make the connections,
guessed explanations,
translations.
It isn’t easy when in the midst of such pressure
to give time to each other, and leisure;
and know what ‘official’ support
is available, what help should be sought
what avenues should be investigated,
though family, friends help when they can;
but Assessments have now been instated
for Carers needs, and finance applied for
things like a ‘sitting service’ supplied
for people like us – to shop, take a quiet lunch break,
get out in the wilds alone with your husband …
four hours, or more, for sanity’s sake.
Nowadays father-in-law is calmer, and fading
in Nursing care, so our duties centre upon his wife,
helping her visit and cope with the end of his life,
helping her notice his minimal smile
and communication efforts, still lasting awhile.
But we do still value those escapes from the house,
just the two of us – a walk in the wilds, out for lunch!
mother-in-law enjoying her listening visitor
[– and she lately is pleased by a twice-weekly venture
to share shaky thoughts with fresh pals, friendly bunch,
at the local well-organised lively Day-Centre].
[IP: out to lunch]
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It can be very important to
It can be very important to get away as you say in this poem, a blessed relief, no matter how much you care for your loved ones when they age and get terrible problems!
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Rhiannon...this is so close
Rhiannon...this is so close to home, it was almost as if I had written it myself. You may describe it as 'a poem, written fairly raggedly...' I most certainly do not. It all flowed from the heart, and as such, flawless in its truthfulness, compassion, and caring, in all senses of the word.
Tina
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Those strains increase with
Those strains increase with time. Great poem great flow of thoughts. Not wallowing, but truthful and positive.
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Enjoy those escapes Rhiannon,
Enjoy those escapes Rhiannon, so very much deserved. Loved the flow of your poem. Just wonderful - like you.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
This is such a comprehensive summary of the struggles you have had in caring for your in-laws, and theirs- in becoming older and more dependent. It does sound like things are somewhat better now than they were for awhile.
I don't think I could have offered my mother-in-law the chance to live with us - not that it came up as her husband at the time she was ill was still capable of looking after her with the help of day carers. There was such antagonism between us that we could hardly be in the same room. But she doted on my husband, and he and the girls (not my son) continued to visit her regularly. Then after she died when my father-in-law became senile, I would happily have cared for him, but the best solution was for him to have two live-in carers who alternated each fortnight. He loved their individual attention, but they competed with each other as to which cared for him better, and that had its problems too. And he fell in love with his lady carer - which meant she felt she had to leave.
Anyway, well done in this poem, as it puts out clearly the sorts of problems that many of us share.
Jean
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I think you spoke from the
I think you spoke from the heart when writing this piece Rhiannon.
It touches on so many peoples lives and I can't begin to understand the pressure you must be under.
I remember being so afraid when my dad was dying, for although he had hospice nurses helping him, I had to learn so many things to make him more comfortable, it became very daunting and I felt so alone, even though there were many people around me trying to help.
This was so deserving of the cherries and I do hope things become easier for you soon.
Jenny.
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Just popped in to say I read
Just popped in to say I read your comment and I'm so sorry to hear of his death.
My thoughts are with you at this time Rhiannon.
Jenny.
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I apologise for my late
I apologise for my late comment, Rhiannon. I have been away for a week and just caught up the latest pieces.
There is nothing raggedly in the format of your poem. On the contrary it clearly shows with great pathos the responsibility and pressure of caring for elderly and infirm relatives, a situation made worse by Alzheimer.
As you rightly say, a break is indeed a valued escape.
My very best, Luigi x
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