Wife, Caregiver or both?

Several weeks ago, I was having a hard time. Like dealing with the enormity of what this disease is, what it is doing to our family. I was angry, I was very sad. So, I did what I do, I wrote. I put it down on paper. I’ve been sitting on it. Rereading it. Seeing where I was then and where I am now. I have said this terminal illness thing  has your feelings riding the roller coaster of life and it is in high gear. I think I am ready to share it. What I wrote. Probably because there are other wives and caregivers that have similar feelings and if this helps then that makes me happy. These are difficult things to work through, I am lucky enough to have someone I talk with routinely to help me understand and process things. [Note: Everyone should have a Pamela in their life like I do]

Here you go…

I have been a wife for 27 years. I love that title. I love my husband. I don’t mean I love my husband when he is not pissing me off, I mean I love my husband even when he is pissing me off. We have been blessed with our relationship. From the start, I knew we were going to be together, I would have a partner in crime and I would be his wife, forever. We are truly blessed, and I know that.

But then came the diagnosis. A terminal disease. No cure. Progression. Disabled. Help bathing. Help feeding. I became a caregiver. I am still his wife but now I take on the role of caregiver. I don’t want you to think I am complaining. I’m not. I am glad he is here for me to take care.  I’m scared. I’m mad at the disease for taking away my happily ever after, my forever. It sneaks up on you, caregiving. In the beginning, it’s the same as it ever was. Then there are the little things you need to do to help out. You notice you no longer can ask him to get up and shut the door or run to the store real quick to pick something up. Make sure the door is locked or get that glass of water once you are in bed. His strength is decreasing, he walks slower, he gets tired easily, he can’t do the little things I took for granted. I now pick up the slack when before he did. I now make sure he is okay. I watch for choking, I watch for tripping. I watch. I can’t remember what it was like to just take a walk with him and hold his hand, rise up on my tip toes and kiss him. When we go for walks he is in his wheelchair we hold hands and I bend down to kiss him.

He is proud and doesn’t like asking for help. I have become a no nonsense person and I get mad. But I get it. I don’t like asking for help either. Before if we had an argument is was because he put more time into his work then his family. Now the arguments tend to be around stupid things that in the end really don’t seem worth it. But at the time they were probably due more to the frustration we are dealing with then the stupid thing that made him mad or made me mad.

Here is the thing, I am his wife. I have cared for him when he was sick in the past, and never once thought of myself as a caregiver. I was just taking care of my husband. So, why now, do I see it differently? I wish I didn’t. I wish he didn’t.

I think we both have to work at keeping our roles as husband and wife center in our daily lives.

So there you have it. Today, I am thinking of changing the title to Wife, Caregiver, Badass or all the above!

All my love,

The She


5 thoughts on “Wife, Caregiver or both?

  1. BB

    You are a wonderful bad ass that the ailing he has by his side, the thing is, not only do you assume this unenviable task, but you truly do it out of love! That is awesome!

  2. Jackie Garey

    You are all of those things. You will always be his wife,,,but now you will be a great bad ass!! You are one strong wife!!

  3. Yvonne

    You are an amazing woman!!! Your husband is blessed to have a loving, devoted and caring woman. Y his side. ❤️

  4. Jen Baillie

    You are all of those things! You always have been!! The job description just changed in terms of the caregiver!! But haven’t you always been there to make sure he doesn’t fall!! That’s what we do as spouses and PICs!! I can’t begin to imagine how hard, scary, and emotional this is for you! But I want you to know we are here in whatever capacity you may need!! I’m glad you share this with us, because many of us don’t even begin to know all the struggles physically, emotionally, and financially unless you share it with us. You are stronger than you think and probably ever wanted to be… I love you!!

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