Sometimes You Do Need a God Cry……

Serious Content Alert. Actually, this is more like a “have a box of tissues handy” alert. If you have ever seen the movie, “We Are Marshall”, you can guess what might be coming. There are times when you are struggling with an intense emotional loss, whether that is for a person, a beloved pet, a change in your life, that you do need to just sit down and cry – I mean bawling, sloppy, don’t want anyone to see you cry. It is often cathartic, and tiring, perhaps to the point of exhaustion, but it can also be a release of unarticulated emotion that is best drained from you. The reason that I say to watch this movie for effect is that it deals superbly with the range of grief that people experience and with the conflict of trying to move on without seeming to forget. Finding that balance after a profound loss is difficult and can wear on you at a subconscious level.

“We Are Marshall” is about the tragic airplane crash in November 1970 where 75 people were lost. Among the losses were nearly the entire Marshall University football team, coaches, flight crew, numerous fans, and supporters. There were opposing views as to whether or not the football team could be rebuilt and if the university should do so. I don’t have any idea of how accurate the movie is as to how individuals reacted, but what I do know is the half dozen or so means of coping with the tragedy that they showed is accurate. It is a movie that speaks to the pain, to the struggle of what to do with the pain, and how to get past it. I have posted before about how grief for loss certainly has common elements, yet it is also individualized. The timeline in which life can return to “normal” is highly variable as is the very definition of “normal”. When you have suffered whatever the trauma is, you will be dealing with a “new normal”, a new part of your life, perhaps dramatically so. And sometimes in coming to grips with that, a good cry will help.

 

When Past, Present, and Future Blend……

Poignant Content Alert. At certain stages and points in your life it is difficult to not look back, selecting certain events, people, experiences, knowing that for good or bad, these are a part of what has made you, you. I know a few people who cavalierly say they never think of the past, and perhaps they don’t. I was teased a bit when I wanted the theme of this blog to be Living Forward, Looking Back, yet I think that for so many of us, that is the way we approach life. I leave in a couple of hours to fly back to Louisiana for my father’s 90th birthday, and it will be one of the moments where past, present, and future blend together. My father has now lived longer than any other member of his direct family, yet his memory is degrading. It’s still manageable, but for how long is difficult to say.

We are gathering as a family, my sister, brother, and their spouses – my hubby can’t be with us. We suspect this is the last time that we will all be together where we can celebrate in this manner, although there is the chance that my father will stabilize and the decline will achieve a somewhat steady state. That is not statistically likely, although it does happen. What we will be able to do is reminisce about those things that he wants to discuss and I will try to capture a number of the stories that he tells of his youth. Yes, it was a one-room school house in rural Arkansas and yes, they walked even though it wasn’t uphill both ways.

I don’t know if either of his younger brothers will come down – the oldest passed away a year and a half ago. My uncles may wait for a bit, so it can be “just the boys” together. I called my aunt on my mother’s side last night to let her know that we wouldn’t be driving down to visit as we usually do – my father already said he didn’t think he could do that as well as handle all the hub-bub of the birthday celebration planned for Saturday. That will be a fairly low-key event in the sense of we’re just doing cake and ice cream at the house, but with the extended family of four generations that will be present, that makes for around 30 people who will be in and out.

We will celebrate and laugh and no doubt bring up a few stories that some of us would rather forget – that little fire in the kitchen from a science experiment that was a very small, easily extinguished fire – and such things. It will be a good day and how many come after that, we can neither know, nor worry about. This will indeed be a time to “live in the present”.

 

 

 

 

What You Say Now……

Serious Content Alert! I had another conversation recently with a friend who is bordering on exhaustion, the example of the sandwich generation who, in this case, is caught between caring for an aging parent and grandchildren. Either role would be tiring, both together bring about a level of emotional and physical drain that is daunting. The irony, as is so often the case, is that the aging parent,  when having been through this with her own parents, had talked about how difficult it was and how she wouldn’t do this to her children. Except this is precisely what she is doing. There are a number of studies that capture this dynamic and what it comes down to is relatively simple. although emotionally complex when you are the one going it through it. It is why I chose, “This Isn’t Supposed To Happen To Me” as the title for Part I of, Your Room at the End: Thoughts About Aging We’d Rather Avoid. No matter how intelligent a person is, there is a strong tendency to believe that they will never become that querulous, demanding, confused individual who truly needs to be in assisted living. In your fifties, sixties, and seventies if you are fully functional, you just can’t imagine that your body and mind will betray you, even if you are coping with it as the caregiver and watching it happen to someone else.

The main points to Your Room are: 1) that you could be lucky, but there is no way to know how your latter years will be; 2) if you refuse to make plans and the worst happens, then what you have done is forced others to bear the burden that you didn’t intend to, and 3) you force others to make decisions for you. These are uncomfortable things to think about, and to plan for, and there is nothing that makes them easy. But, and here is the very big but, not planning doesn’t cause it to not happen. What I urge in the book, what I urge to everyone when I do presentations is this. Find out what resources are available, what resources you have, and make a plan for if the worse happens. Seek out what facilities or at home assistance is available, think through if you might have to relocate. Recognize that if you have more than one child, they may not be able/willing to share equal portions of caring for you. What to do if you don’t have children is too complicated to get into, but I do cover it in the book.

Most of all, be honest with yourself now, while you can, and it’s okay to hope you never have to deal with this. Maybe you won’t, but that’s not a good way to bet. Staying at home instead of going into assisted living is sometimes a better option (or sometimes the only option), and if so, build some relief for your caregiver into the plan. It will become important.

 

Bits and Pieces……

Emotional Content Alert! This fast trip to Maine – up on Monday and back on Wednesday has been one of deep emotion. When a place has been a part of your life for 35 years and you say farewell for what may be many years, it comes with a lot of memories. Technically, I could have taken care of the business reasons for coming via mail. The relationship part, though, that required face-to-face for me. It was good to see my friends and to give them that last hug. This morning I checked out the B&B that I will post about later this week. I wandered along the scenic street that I’ve walked I don’t know how many times. I went into the shop that is a combination bakery, deli, gourmet foods, wine, and kitchen store. Since I am traveling with carry-on, it was a container of Maine smoked sea salt. I went into a jewelry and gift shop and found a piece of hair jewelry. I saw a lovely coral colored tunic at another shop.

I finally stopped in at the bookstore and picked up a collection of mystery short stories. It’s a wonderful store and café, the kind every town should have and I shall miss visiting it. I gathered these bits and pieces to bring home with me – all but the hair jewelry and perhaps the book are perishable, but that’s okay. I stood in the harbor on what was a beautiful morning and then made my way to the restaurant on the far side of town where had a lobster roll and cold draft beer in a farewell lunch with another friend and we lingered through catching each other up.

If I have no delays tomorrow, I will be home by late-afternoon, a full schedule ahead of me for the week. As the plane lifts from the ground, I will take that last look for the foreseeable future and I will take all those years of people, places, and things that we did with me.

That Good News, Bad News Stuff……

Yesterday completely got away from me between an unplanned meeting and then an appointment that took much longer than it should have. On the other hand, the result of the appointment was more good news than bad. For those who have never dealt with it, I have now entered the group of millions of people with tinnitus. The good news part is that the high frequency hearing loss that probably triggered it is not bad and my “ear health” is fine. The discussion with the ENT doctor was informative and since it took me nearly three months to get through the initial and follow-up visit with my primary care physician and then the appointment with the specialist, I have been adapting to this new condition. I can’t say that I’m happy about it, although since I am knocking on the door of my 61st birthday, there are certainly many worse chronic problems that I could have.

We discussed options that I could try that are successful with some people and I might check into those. We also discussed the reality that hearing does often diminish with age and the signs to be alert for. In fact, the doctor made an interesting observation about how people who have problems seeing don’t mind going to an optometrist, but they’re willing to accept some hearing loss without seeking help.

That brought to mind the elderly relative who had significant hearing loss, was well aware of it, absolutely refused to do anything about it, and yes, she had worn glasses all her life and was quite faithful about getting her eyes examined and increasing her prescription whenever that was required. It is a bit curious, isn’t it?

Not Able to Return To The “Old You”….

Serious content alert! With the talk of depression being on lots of people’s minds at the moment, I was watching the movie, “The Legend of Bagger Vance”, yesterday. It’s another of those movies that I know well enough to have it on the TV while I’m working and know when to pause and watch my favorite scenes. I don’t know enough about golf to have a clue as to how well that it portrayed, but it is nicely crafted from a period piece perspective (early 1930s) in Savannah and it has a great cast. The foundation of the movie is a special golf tournament between the legendary Bobby Jones, Walter Hagan (they were real people), and the fictional Rannulph Junuh, a once-phenomenal young golfer and romantic interest of Adele who has put together the tournament. Junuh went to WWI and returned home as a broken man who withdraws into drink and is finally persuaded to enter the tournament. The mysterious Bagger Vance appears just prior to the tournament and offers to caddy for him. Directed by Robert Redford, there are elements similar to “The Natural”, and the demons that haunt Junuh are never far from him.

Bagger, in trying to lead Junuh from his darkness, makes a number of observations, and one of them is, “You thought you could just go back to being the old Junuh and that isn’t going to happen,” or words to that effect. For many people, tragic events or circumstances can occur that affect them so profoundly, they are altered in a way that impacts them for quite possibly the rest of their lives. And that impact can be so gripping that it entangles them in a manner that can seem unbreakable. There are different successful ways to extricate oneself from such a situation, but all require the recognition that you won’t be “your old self”. The person that emerges is also likely to need time to regain his or her strength. These struggles are never easy and very often, it is the help and understanding of someone who cares deeply that can begin the healing process.

And About Lobster Mini-Season……

Spiny Lobsters caught during 2012 Mini-Season

Spiny Lobsters caught during Mini-Season

Okay, a moderately embarrassing admission. Despite having lived here since late 2004, this is the first year I obtained a lobster license. Actually, I don’t ever think I can be successful at “bug hunting”, but I can spot and who knows, perhaps there will be a few really slow ones out there. Anyway, my point is that this was my first year to go into the water for lobster during mini-season. For those not familiar with it, in Florida a 2-day mini-season precedes the opening of the 8 month regular season.  Mini- season is always the last consecutive Wednesday and Thursday in July and in the Keys, that includes a restriction of stopping one hour after sunset if you are physically in the water catching (or attempting to catch) lobster. Make it easy and say 9:00 p.m. each of those days.

Thousands of additional people flock to the Keys for these two days and that includes people who don’t dive at other times of the year, or perhaps who have not been diving for a while, but decide this will be it for them. Each dive shop has its own policy for how to handle mini-season, and some choose to not participate at all. The fact is that people can also exercise really poor judgment during mini-season or ignore the rules, and there is almost always one or more deaths that occur during the two-day period. Like most people, I heard the reports in the past about a death or injury and wondered, “How could someone get so intent on catching a lobster that he or she ignored warning signs of problems underwater?”. You see, the death or injury is often linked directly to violating one or more basic safety rules in diving.

So, as hubby and I were in pursuit of this one particular lobster, it was determined not to be caught. Having passed on some that were “short” and therefore not legal to take, hubby was equally determined to capture this one. We had plenty of air and were shallow, but as the “bug” shot from rock pile to rock pile, I realized how someone could become fixated to the point of either not watching their air or depth, or over-exerting, and getting into a dire situation that then spun out of control. It was not an issue for us and the lobster did wind up on the grill the next evening. I do, however, now grasp the concept of how someone could lose sight of safety precautions. It’s one of those “sad, but true” things.

Of Memory Issues, Part II…..

Okay, after this post I’ll go back to “fun” topics. Because of the well-deserved attention of Alzheimer’s, there is a tendency for we non-medical individuals to lump all dementia in older people into that category. That is not inherently a problem in the sense that other forms of dementia often have essentially the same impact on family and friends as Alzheimer’s. Treatment, however, can be different and in seeking the appropriate treatment, family and friends need to recognize that medical and non-medical treatments are extremely limited for many types of dementia. While there are standard treatments for Alzheimer’s, for those who have dealt with it, you are aware of the limitations, but they do have tests to be able to verify that the condition is Alzheimer’s. Sadly, once dementia in whatever form it takes or degree of it there is, in general grows progressively worse, sending the individual into a downward spiral.

That’s why I want to discuss “Partial Impairment” which is what many people experience and it is not necessarily a prelude to Alzheimer’s. Before I do, please be aware that I am not medically trained and you can seek information published through medical sources for more details. In a broad brush stroke, Partial Impairment is the situation where severe memory lapses interfere with day-to-day functioning and might cause a problem for an individual continuing to live independently. It can also result in increased “living in the past” where an individual only wants to talk about past experiences and people and is reluctant to deal with current day activities. This condition is intermittent and the individual can go for days or weeks with no problem, then have a day or series of days of “episodes”. The unpredictability can lead to the suspicion of “playing head-games”, and while that might be true, more often it is not. If you can emotionally do so, embrace the situation and allow it to co-exist within reality as much as possible. For example, if the individual persists in calling you by the name of a long-dead relative or friend, correct the person gently and don’t make an issue of it. If the individual wants to speak only of events that are long passed and of no interest to anyone else, try to patiently listen yet again.

Since partial impairment can interfere with health and safety functions, such as not remembering to take medications, not remembering to throw spoiled food away, maybe not remembering to take care of basic personal hygiene, assistance with living whether through at-home care or in a facility will probably be required. Again, this is a step beyond manageable memory lapses and you may need professional assistance in determining if the individual that you care about has taken that downward step. If so, it is usually not a physical danger and the individual can continue in this state for a  number of years. Finding a means to emotionally support yourself becomes just as important as arranging for care of the individual. There is nothing good about these situations and certainly nothing easy. It is, however, a reality of life that you may be faced with.

Of Memory Issues, Part I……

Disconcerting Content Alert! I don’t know many people who are not understandably worried about Alzheimer’s as it applies to a relative or friend. There are a lot of books, many more articles, and numerous foundations and groups to consult about specifics of this insidious disease. One of the sad realities that I learned while writing Your Room at the End: Thoughts About Aging We’d Rather Avoid is that while Alzheimer’s is the most recognized form of dementia, it is far from being the only one. There is, in fact, something referred to as Partial Dementia and this is what a lot of us encounter with older relatives and friends. Before getting to that though in Part II, I want to address unsettling memory loss that also often occurs.

This primarily manifests itself in ways such as not being able to recall names even of people that the individual knows well. For example, suddenly forgetting the name of a grandchild or calling a grandchild by the parent’s name without realizing it. Another example is not being able to recall having completed a task even if it is something routine. By the way, this isn’t the same thing as leaving the house and wondering if you set the alarm. This is more like not being sure if you took your required medication that day. This type of memory loss is disturbing for both the individual and those around her or him, but in general, it can be coped with. Being honest about it is very important, however. Let’s use the medication piece as an example. Labeled medicine boxes are a great solution for this, but someone may need to assist in filling the box and quite probably have a note somewhere that says, “Medicine Box filled for the week. If unsure, call _______”. That will be the name and telephone number of whomever filled the box.

Perhaps the most important thing when facing memory loss in another individual is sympathy and patience. It is incredibly common for an individual to tell the same story or repeat the same question multiple times (and I mean multiple) as her or his brain is trying to lock in that the information has been passed. It can be frustrating for the listener, but it is frightening for the individual who feels the inability to remember. Once this type of memory loss sets in, it won’t normally improve and finding the means to work around it will be highly individualized. The key is to find a method that works for the person with the memory loss. In one case I am familiar with, a lady used a calendar and left a note on her bedside lamp, one taped to her bathroom mirror, and another taped next to the telephone. “Check calendar every day”, was pretty simple to follow. For example, garbage pick up was Thursday. So on Wednesday, she would write, “Get garbage ready for pick-up tomorrow”. For every appointment she had, she would write a reminder one-to-two days prior that she had the appointment. A couple of close friends who often drove her places as she cut back on driving knew about this technique and would wait patiently as she carefully filled out the calendar.

I recently used the analogy of:  “Consider this type of memory loss to be like a dripping faucet. It’s annoying and you constantly lose water because of the drip. If you place a bowl under the faucet, it catches the water and you can at least recover that and use it to water plants or whatever. It’s isn’t an ideal solution, but it does work. Having memory aids that work (whatever those are) are the ‘bowl under the dripping faucet’.”

In Part II, I’ll discuss Partial Impairment, although that post won’t be until Wednesday.

Of Trying and Doing…….

Warning, serious content alert! A comment the other day brought to mind a saying that I had posted in my office way back when I commanded a fairly large company in the Army. The saying was, “Your Best Isn’t Good Enough If The Job Doesn’t Get Done.” It may seem rather blunt and there are people who work hard, try hard, and just are not cut out for certain activities, careers, jobs, or positions. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit that something isn’t a good fit or right match.

And with graduations all around the country and rightful celebrations, it is also important to honestly assess an individual’s known and potential abilities in choosing what comes next. It is also incredibly important to remember that there are the so-called “late bloomers” which can very often simply mean an individual hasn’t found that thing that adequately sparks their interest.

The reality is that success is not a one-size fits all, not everyone should go to college, not everyone who completes college can do so immediately, and while having a degree is in general something positive, actual employment in many fields is extremely limited. Since I have an undergraduate degree in Pre-law/Political Science, that’s a good example. I did not follow through with my plans to become a lawyer and had I wanted to pursue a career in politics, that would have likely meant a fairly narrow range of state or national level jobs unless I chose to stay in/return to school for a Master’s and Doctorate to enter the world of academia. On the other hand, the skills of research, reading and writing that I gained in my undergraduate work served me very well in the endeavors that I did pursue. Understanding the cross-over application of skills in choosing a course of study is important as is being realistic from the beginning what the chances are of working in a particular field.

Entering the skilled trades – and there are literally hundreds to choose from – is exactly the right choice for many that can lead to either a satisfying career in employment or plunging into the role of entrepreneur. As I believe I have posted before, multiple career paths are far more common now than is the enter a career  at a young age and stay with that. It is simply the nature of today’s business environment and changing jobs every few years is not the “raise your eyebrows” kind of thing that it was when we Baby Boomers were starting out.

As always, I urge the military for those who are qualified for at least a few years because there aren’t many other organizations that can teach you as much about yourself, being a team player, and understanding the value of good leadership.