Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
I drove Lizzie to work this morning, as is sometimes the case when something unexpected happens and a caregiver cannot work in the morning. What always amazes me is that I am usually stressed out about this because these circumstances make me late for work. This morning snow was falling, and road conditions were poor … stalling traffic to not even 5 mph on the freeway. However, as my fingers firmly gripped the wheel, Lizzie sang her interpretation of her ride with me just as she usually does. “I’m going to work first-class today … in style with my twin sister!” I took a deep breath when I heard this; glanced over to see her radiantly happy smile, and my stressors seemed to fall into perspective. Thank you God for using Lizzie to calm my soul.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
What a wonderful weekend the 2 twin sisters have had ... Praise God! It has been such a long time since Lizzie has been actively engaged in our lives together as sisters vs. in her own little world with her committee. Oh, we didn’t do much. It seems like weekends are so filled with all the mundane aspects of life as I try to keep the house in order and get all the errands ran so the week itself isn’t so stressful, and I don’t have to feel like I am trying to beat the clock working around the caregivers’ schedules, so to speak. Lizzie seemed to enjoy helping me reorganize the bathroom cabinets after we went to BBY and bought some cabinet organizers yesterday. We made avegolemeno soup, and she actually sat in the living room with our friend Randi and me as we did a Bible study. Today it is very cold and windy outside, so we have both been content to stay in except for a drive to the drugstore for RXs. I LUV these kind of days with my sister because they remind me of the days before AD.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I thought it most strange that I would have left the living room lights on all night when I got up this morning and went into the kitchen to begin my morning routine. I wondered if I am starting to lose my mind and if I left them on all night. The possibility of an intruder entered my brain, and I checked all the doors which were locked and secure. The dogs hadn’t barked all night, and I am certain I would have heard them had they done so. Nothing looked disturbed in the house; all was as I left it the night before. No, I specifically remember I turned the lights off because I also remember telling myself to be careful not to stub my toes on the side-table I most recently placed in the dining room. Elizabeth must have been walking around the house during the night. I must place a reminder note at my bedside to lock the front security door before I retire for the night beginning tonight.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
My sister and I shared a bedroom for the first 12 years of our lives. We had so much fun playing in our rooms together, and often we just did our own thing as Lizzie liked to say. Regardless, we were together. I remember when we moved into the Rockwell St. apartment that had 3 bedrooms. Lizzie chose the room at the front of the apartment with a view of the neighborhood, and I took the middle room close to the entry door just off the dining room. Interestingly, as I am composing this post, I realize she has always preferred a room with a view when given the choice … hmmm … childhood preferences carried into adulthood! Anyway … in that first bedroom of her own, she had a desk in front of the window at which she sat and spent endless hours playing office and watching activity on the neighborhood street. I remember Mom going in and having to clean out the desk of all the papers she used to stuff in the drawers. Now I am the one who assumes that task! She kept that desk for 35 years until she moved in with us in 1995 at which time her view bedroom was very large, and we bought her a gigantic oak roll-top desk. It has been until only very recently (within the last month) that she no longer sits at her desk and plays office, and I miss this soooo much! I used to sometimes go in and just hang out with her to chat or watch TV as she sat and kept herself busy with either reading, writing, or just fiddling with whatever. I don’t know if these days she has forgotten about this practice; if she has lost interest in it; or if she just prefers to go to bed much earlier than tradition. What I certainly do recognize is the change in a pleasurable activity that has been a part of my sister’s routine for most of her life.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Our Mom died on January 15th, 1993; Dad on August 1st, 2001.
Elizabeth moved into our home on a permanent basis in April of 1995. Prior to that and all of our adult lives, she has spent a large portion of her time with me … summers, winter and spring breaks, and weekends. While I always thought that losing our Mother would cause our family to crumble, it was our Father’s death that influenced our lives the most. Dad was a most predictable member and contributor to our family. Without him, IMHO, we lacked direction and accountability as life became a free-for-all, so to speak. I never imagined I would miss the man who caused such grief and chaos in our home as much as I did initially and still do today.
February 3, 2002
I was married to Bill at that time, and it was a Sunday. I was President of the Philoptochos, and was off to Church early for a breakfast that was being served after the liturgy. Bill’s assignment was to bring Lizzie to Church. When they arrived, I was surprised to notice that she looked unusually disheveled. Bill reported that she had a most difficult morning focusing on getting ready for the day, and that she had been upset because she believed "they" were surrounding the house with the intent of hurting her. Later that afternoon, we sat down in the living room for a family meeting to talk about her thoughts and assure her all was safe and well in our home. She seemed OK after that. While Lizzie has always had a vivid imagination partly due (again IMHO) to our Mother’s influence, this was different. This was a delusion.
A few days later our beloved cat Dillon died. My sister chose to be present in the living room as we all said goodbye to him, and she watched intently as the vet gave him his last shots. Death is nothing new for Lizzie. We were raised in the typical Orthodox tradition of family funerals since we were little girls, and we have both had a firm belief about the afterlife based on our early upbringing in the Church. We have had many pets die over the years, and so this was typical fare for us at the end of our pet’s life as well. A couple of weeks after this day, however, my sister changed and the change was a forever change in her cognitive functioning.
I remember only that it was a Monday morning. Lizzie was in the habit of having someone go in and wake her up personally (in addition to the alarm clock) with a hug, kiss, and morning prayer. That person was usually me, and she wakes in this manner even today. Then I would leave her on her own to do her morning grooming and prepare for the day after which she would bounce up the stairs with “A beautiful blessed good morning to everyone this beautiful day in the Lord!” She would prepare and serve her own breakfast, and then be ready for Citilift to take her to WARC at the appointed time. Sometimes she would be left home alone to let herself out, and that worked perfectly fine. This particular Monday morning, I noticed Lizzie was late getting upstairs. When I went down to check on her, I found her unclothed in her walk-in closet mumbling to herself about not knowing what to do. And that is exactly how she was … she did not have a clue as to how to go about dressing that day.
That Monday was the start of a journey into the unknown for us as our lives were altered evermore. In counseling, we call it the family dance. We didn’t know the steps to this new dance and often tripped on each other trying to learn the motions. I will share these lessons with you in hope that for those who are reading and are in similar circumstances … you might gain insight into your own situation. It’s as simple as that. I have no desire whatsoever to appear a martyr in my efforts to provide the best possible life for Elizabeth, so we’ll skip the kudos. I am hoping someone out there will offer me encouragement and if you read something you have experienced, please share so I know I am not alone in all of this. Deal? OK. TBC later then.