Hi all,
My first post will probably be an offloading, I’m usually OK, get on with things etc but tonight I’m tired, sad and a bit alone. If you manage to read this, thank you
Its 3am and I’m up for about the 7th time tonight supporting my husband. He was diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease in July. On a side note, I work for an MND charity so am all too aware of the disease and it’s impact and what may come. In June he was independent with everything, did the housework, cooked meals etc. He’s 59 I’m 48. He has deteriorated quite quickly. Over 3 months later, MND has taken away his ability to walk, eat independently (I am feeding him), use the toilet, move his arms etc and is now starting to affect his breathing. In 3 months, the house has gone from a home to a state of chaos (bed downstairs, hoist, wheelchair etc), it’s a two up two down house and so space is tight. We have always been 2 steps forward and 3 steps back with this disease as every day something new happens which further takes away his independence. Life is no longer the same.
I work full-time but work have been brilliant I have to say. It’s a good job as most of the day and night is spent supporting my lovely husband. His daughter has arrived to visit yesterday for 2 weeks from abroad. Yesterday was very emotional for them both and I left them to have quality time together. Tthey had a long heart to heart (much needed and probably one of many over these 2 weeks). However, this is something I feel we have not really had. I have spent the last 3 months trying to keep it together emotionally for him and feel if I did let it out it would never stop (my dad died in Feburary after 7 years of lung cancer - it’s been one of those years). I spent yesterday running around the house, cleaning, getting the bedroom nice for her and her partner. Supporting husband in between, picking them up from the airport, getting back, preparing evening meal for them all, feeding husband (not getting chance for lunch or tea) and then sitting it out whilst he and his daughter talked. Then, once all were in bed, I settled husband, got his medication, helped with cleaning teeth etc and then got ready for bed on the couch (it is comfy). Half an hour later he needs turning in bed, another hour, then another and then help with a wee etc etc. I haven’t stopped and feel so bad for feeling resentful that he and his daughter got ‘quality time’ whilst I just seem to spend all day and night caring and not being much else. I just take a few deep breaths and get back on with it.
On the positive side we have a great health care team. The palliative care OT and Physio are in contact weekly and visit every weekly/every other week and we see the specialist MND Care Team at the hospital. I also have a carers assessment later this week and plan on getting every support I can in this way. A few hours a week off will do me the world of good - oh to get my hair cut which now resembles a nest.
I’ll be OK in the morning though - that’s what we do isn’t it? If you got this far, thanks for reading and much love to all carers out there! <3