A chronic illness...
Widowed and alone...
What's a family to do?
Ya'll have followed our journey...you know how Mom's pancreatic cancer diagnosis hit from out of the blue and tore our hearts into shreds. It was never supposed to be like this! Mom was younger than dad, healthier than dad and certain to live longer than dad... assumptions that we realized much too late left us anchorless and clueless as how to live life well without her.
And these last few years have seen us stumble through the journey in rather regular bursts and sputters.
The grieving, the growing, the learning...we've all come to accept (but not always like) the new normal of our lives.
That new normal revolves around Dad. For all of us...
But mostly, that new normal has happened for me and my brothers...
Through these past few years, it has increasingly fallen on us to make sure he was cared for emotionally and physically.
We carefully navigated the obstacle course of respecting his independence while at the same time ensuring his safety and quality of life at home.
And then the emergencies and hospital stays began. For the past 8 months we have experienced multiple health crises and emotional decisions...
Rehab centers and a army of specialists...
Tests and prescriptions and nebulizers and therapists...
Dr appts and naps...
Breakfasts and lunches and dinners...
And thru it all dad has wanted, desperately, to stay in his home. Would we be any different??
Watching his favorite tree blossom in the spring...
Enjoying fellowship and shortcake with a visiting brother-in-law...
Sitting out on his own patio, just because he can...
(wind was nippy that day, blanket cocoon!)
Dinner party with family...in his own dining room...
And breakfast in his favorite recliner...
And so... in a God-thing, perfect timing, never underestimate your strength or His plan kind of way, the Farmer and I found ourselves between homes, and very available to step in and be the help he needed.
The between-homes part has been a journey in and of itself and perhaps one of these days I will find the words to share the back story of our grand adventure {and the way some dreams take on a perfectly splendid life of their own}
But the between-homes part is where we are now and we've come to realize with greater clarity than ever before how God placed us in this space and time for a ministry so much larger than we could ever have imagined.
We have become the Care-Givers for Dad. In a rather unconventional way. Rather than move him to our home, we've taken over his guest room and become, simply, the hands and feet he needs for this portion of his life's journey.
These past 8 months have been filled with a completely full and overwhelming amount of emotional baggage, and I'd be lying if I said that it's been all roses and rainbows. I have shared much about the real (and ugly) part of caregiving... it's true, we're not saints, just real,(so real) love-you-no-matter-what, don't-have-a-clue-how-to-do-this kind of people. We've been there. We are there...
It's been the little things as well as the big ones. The mundane and the monotonous mixed in with the frantic and dramatic. Fixing the meals, minding the meds, watching his favorite sports with him, paying the bills, midnight ER runs, picking up milk, trimming the rose-bushes, changing the sheets, wringing our hands waiting on test results, wrangling with insurance, chauffeuring to dr appts, giving hugs, listening to stories, cleaning toilets and doing laundry... and always, always watching the time dwindle.
And we know that day is coming...
So, for today, we will fix a meal, dole out meds, watch some pre-season football
and give a big hug.
Just because we are Blessed to be able to.
It is Grace enough for this moment...
Love, Always,
Jane
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