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Sunday, September 30, 2012

You know what they say about hindsight

Last week's GBE2 prompt was: Retrospect.  Oh, friends, I could write a whole novel on this one!!  Don't worry, I'll only write a ridiculously wordy, over-analytical blog post about it. :)

I've been privy to a specific situation as of late that has triggered some retrospective thinking.  Don't worry, I'm not going to try to be vague or hold back.  I'll spill the beans b/c unless you're new around here, you know that's kind of my thing.  I pretty much vomit forth every thought or emotion I have. I never did learn the value of silence and by now, I'm too damn old to be taught.

4 generations: Grandma, Mom, Me & baby Trin
I have stayed pretty mum on here about it, but my Grandma has dementia.  I've written extensively about my Granny, who had Alzheimer's, and how her life, illness, and death have affected me.  While my love for both my Grandmothers is strong, watching my Granny struggle w/ Alzheimer's was a lot more intense. I was younger then, and in a very unhappy marriage, which left me little relief from the depression and anxiety that was triggered by watching someone I love decline in such a rapid and brutal way.  Because of that, my feelings swallowed me whole.  I spent the better part of 4 years in a severe depression.  This time around is quite a bit different.  I'm older (and a little wiser), and I have a husband who is very supportive and caring.  Knowing that I'm not alone and that I have someone to talk to makes all the difference in the world!!!!

Seeing the beginning of dementia in my Grandma has been a lot like ripping scabs off of old wounds.  The similarity between how things started with Granny and how they are starting with my Grandma bring back a lot of memories that I had quietly filed away.  The overall emotion has always been easy for me to recall, but a lot of the specifics had faded over the years.  I thought they were gone, but I see now that they were just tucked in the back of my mind.  While that may sound like a bad thing, in some ways it's extremely helpful.  Where before I was ineffective and unsure of what to say or do, I now have past experience to guide me.  I am a pro at redirection, steering conversations in a more positive direction when I see that my Grandma is stuck in a memory loop.  I also have the foresight to sort of brace myself for anything.  Her behavior is far from erratic or bizarre at this point, but it will happen and it will be sudden.  One day someone will stop by to visit and everything will be fine and later the same day or the next day, she'll do something kooky.  Sometimes a little forewarning is all a person needs to deal with a tough situation effectively.

This time around is quite a bit different, too, because I'm only going to visit my Grandma weekly whereas I was visiting Granny every day or every other day in the early stages.  (Toward the end w/ Granny, she was moved to another facility about 20 or 30 minutes away, so I only visited once a week.)  With Grandma, I only stop by Saturday & Sunday evenings to bring her a bit of dinner & give her her meds.  The rest of the week and weekend mornings, various other family members check on her.

Granny, me, & baby Trin
While the sadness is still prevalent this time, I definitely feel as though I have better control over my emotions.  With Granny, it was all so sudden and a total shock to the system.  My emotions were raw and wide open for anything.  With my Grandma, it's still hard to watch helplessly as her mind starts slipping, but I have past experience to remind me to put up a protective barrier, keeping my heart from being ripped out of my chest with every visit.  With my feelings somewhat at bay, I have a clearer mind.  The ability to think and strategize are priceless.  I kind of wish I had this ability when dealing with Granny, too, but then again, if I hadn't been open to having my heart broken before, I might be just as much of a blubbering mess with Grandma, and that would do her no good at all.  So it's probably better that I gained this knowledge later versus earlier.

When your childhood is spent receiving inconsistent love and attention from your parents, you form a stronger attachment to the people who provide consistency and stability.  In my case, it was my Granny & Grandma.  They each filled a different and specific role in my young life, helping mold and shape me into who I am today.  Granny took the role of emotional support, giving me someone with whom to share my innermost thoughts and feelings. She also imparted to me a lot of priceless advice on life, love, and the beauty of independence.  Grandma took the role of caretaker.  Being the mother of 12 children left very little time for emotional nurturing, but honed her ability for taking care of people's fundamental needs.  She fed, clothed, and supported my brother & I more often than not.  Her home was somewhere I always felt secure, loved, and clean.  (I know the cleanliness thing seems trivial, but trust me: when you live in a home where general disorder reigns, you crave daily showers, clean laundry, and everything in it's place.)  Were it not for her, I can't honestly say where I would be right now.  You never truly understand the depth of need for a caretaker until you've been a child without one.  She is as priceless to me as anyone and my gratitude and love for her is never-ending.

Having dealt with dementia before, I'm frightened.  I have some clue as to what my Grandma is facing and I know that it is ugly and merciless.  Obviously, I would prefer that neither of my Grandmas have to deal with any illness, particularly one that affects their minds.  But ever the glass-half-full kind of girl, I have to acknowledge how useful hindsight can be.  I am in the unique position to take the lessons learned from one influential figure in my life and use it to benefit another.  I could never make nearly the impact on them as my Grandmas have made on me.  Never in a million years could I even begin to scratch the surface!!  When Granny passed away, my one comfort was knowing I was able to give back to her some small piece of what she gave to me.  Now I have the opportunity to do the same for my Grandma. Certain bad experiences are inevitable, but they shape us in painfully beautiful ways.  In retrospect, we realize that it is the hardest lessons that make the biggest impact.

8 comments:

  1. You are the grandchild/daughter everyone should be graced with. Thank you for reminding me, my father has begun to show the signs as well. It is difficult to be on the receiving end of his sudden fits of anger, when you are expecting to be showered with gratitude. You are a very special person. thank you for sharing.

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    1. Thank you for reading. It's hard to remember when they're lashing out at you that it's the disease talking, not your loved one. Stay strong & take care!!

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  2. My heart goes out to you at this difficult time. How fortunate though for you to have had these two women in your life and the obviously loving relationships you've shared. The only grandmother I knew died of what would later have been diagnosed as Alzheimer's but at the time was simply listed as senility. It was indeed a brutal process to watch it overtake her. Bless you for being there for both of them, no matter the toll it took on you. I am so glad for you that there are better support systems for you to draw on for dealing with it this second time around.

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    1. Thank you. I have been extremely blessed to know (and in some cases, be related to) some incredible women. Weekly visits & some extra love are the VERY LEAST I can do. So sorry you lost your grandmother to Alzheimer's, too. <3

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  3. *hugs* I'm glad you have a support system now and don't feel like the rug is being pulled out from under you. It is still hard though, and I'm sorry you are going through it.

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    1. Thanks, Elizabeth. <3 After watching my Granny's struggle, I definitely feel like I have a little more insight into how I can be there for my Grandma. Having a supportive husband makes a huge difference, too! Not only when dealing w/ my own emotions, but also when I need to rely on him to help w/ Trin or whatever so I can go visit my Grandma. Little things like that make all the difference in the world!

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  4. Your Grandma is fortunate that those she nourished in some way are willing and able to return that to her now that she is in need. You're one her blessings and I am sure she knows this.

    Bless you, now and in the more difficult days to come.

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    1. One of my aunts told me that the doctor told my Grandma that she was very lucky to have a big family that can be around to help. My aunts & uncles take on the big portion of her care, maintaining doctor's appointments, helping w/ her bills, etc. I get the easy part, which is just visiting w/ her and making sure she takes her nighttime meds on the weekends. It's not a completely unselfish thing, though. When my Grandma tells me that my visits are her favorite part of the day, I soak that feeling up like a sponge!! It feels good to know I can have that affect on her. :)

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