Wednesday, August 9, 2023
Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2009. At this point in time we knew that Mattie's cancer diagnosis was terminal. We bought him this ride-on vehicle, as this was something he always wanted. Mattie was eager to drive "Speedy Red," but I was nervous about him driving alone. After all, he was attached to a pain pump and tank of oxygen. I wasn't sure if Mattie could grasp the concept of the gas pedal, the brake, and steering. So I was his co-pilot! The car wasn't meant for an adult, so I literally squeezed myself inside. Nonetheless what I can say was that Mattie was a born driver. He had a natural instinct for the mechanics of driving and within minutes he just got it! He went zooming around our commons area, and Speedy Red brought moments of joy, when there was very little joy in our lives.
Quote of the day: Negative emotions like loneliness, envy, and guilt have an important role to play in a happy life; they're big, flashing signs that something needs to change. ~ Gretchen Rubin
If tonight's quote is accurate, then I have red flashing lights all around me. In any given day, I am filled with all sorts of emotions. Loneliness, envy, and guilt are definitely on the list. For the most part, I try not to be envious of others and their freedoms. Some days I think... it must be nice to sleep late. It must be nice to go out to dinner without balancing and juggling needs and bathroom accidents, or better yet it must be nice to travel and see something different for a change. I can feel all these things, but know they are all not obtainable. Naturally I had these same feelings when Mattie had cancer. They aren't new to me. But what is clear is the commonality of all types of intense caregiving is isolation and exhaustion.
When I woke my dad up this morning, I was horrified to see his foot! I know he had been scratching at his foot for a couple of days. But I put cortisone cream on it last night and wrapped his foot up to prevent him from touching it. Not only did he remove the bandages during the night, he continued to scratch. The sheets, blanket, and him were covered in blood and ooze from his blisters. It was a horror show and not how I wanted the morning to start.
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