But sometimes I find myself thinking of my Mom's slow but inevitable march to demise in a cold calculating fashion. It's gonna happen. I don't expect a miracle. There's never any good news in her treatment, not even when she sees a neurologist.
Her Parkinson's is so bad now that any moment now I am expecting that phone call saying that she's aspirated, caught pneumonia, fallen, complications of chronic constipation etc.
Each time she's pulled through. Each time she's significantly weaker. Its tiring. I do the best that I can for her...but I can't cure her.
I would smash all the prizes I got in med school if it meant I could get my parents to have a smooth aging process and die of one shot heart attack ...instead of this prolonged suffering.
Sometimes I don't even feel like praying about it...because my clinical sense tells me that my mother's suffering is never gonna improve.
I dunno how to express it. I feel myself....slowly detaching emotionally from the situation. Each time my mother has a crisis and pulls through, I react less.
It's not that I don't care....its just that....the past 5 years of rapid onset Parkinson has just been a speed train of worsening symptoms.
The queen of the house is ....long gone. What's left is a frail shadow.
Recently I suddenly thought of what life would be like after he passes. I felt sad but peaceful. Your clinical knowledge is correct. She won’t get better. I don’t really think it’s a bad thing to be detached. I think it’s a coping mechanism for right now. Your writing tells me you care very deeply. And you are worn out. Your bandwidth is getting overloaded.
But this is sooo draining. At one point my brother was in a horrible nursing home. I pretty much expected a phone call in the morning to tell me he had died during the night. Keep your obligations besides your work to a minimum. Get plenty of sleep and rest. Listen to your body when it just wants to lay down—other stuff can wait. Caregiving is one of the most difficult things a person can ever do.
I think I am numb to it all.
"For even solace can be sourced from sorrow." by Amanda Gorman
I have times where I'm certain she'll live to be 100 and outlive me.
The past 10 years has been a speed train of one issue after another for her, with me as the only child, trying to hang on for dear life but nearly falling off the track at every hairpin turn.
I've just recently emotionally detached myself from the situation as much as humanly possible. I think I've finally put it all in God's hands, where it should have been all along, really. But I've wanted to be her advocate and her savior all these years, and to some degree I've succeeded, but for the most part I've failed. We can't play God, whether we're doctors or just ordinary laymen. We just sit back and watch what happens to our loved ones and hope for the best. But above all, we hope for a painless end to all the endless years of suffering for ALL involved.
God bless you and help you navigate this emotionally exhausting journey you're on. It's not easy, that's for sure.
1 - Denial
2 - Anger
3 - Bargaining
4 - Depression (seems like you are here)
5 - Acceptance (seems like you are moving into this stage)
Seems like everybody goes through these stages. It is a process and a journey. Most folks don't get to acceptance until a year (or more!) after their loved one passes.
In the meanwhile, try to make mom's current life as pain-free as possible with little moments of enjoyment. Seems like this is a goal for all of us in a caretaking/caregiving role.
Your mind has started to prepare you mentally for the the final loss of her. It is a necessary human step in preparing. It doesn’t mean you care any less.
It’s so much different than experiencing a sudden loss.
This describes exactly where I went with my mom. Her decline following strokes was both dramatic and painfully slow. It was soon obvious that there would be no improvement, just a long goodbye. And I visited and cared, but I also grew numb in many ways. Grief, both while I had her and after she was finally released from the nightmare, came in waves. I have no good answers, just know I can relate. And I wish you and us all peace
I'm warning you now, when Mom finally goes, you're going to feel like you lost two people -- the mom you knew, and this shell person you've been stressing over for years. I realized after Mom died that I'd buried my grieving for the mother I knew because at least I still had the physical version of her, but once the physical Mom was gone, I got a real one-two punch to the gut that still has be reeling five months later. I never expected to be grieving two people.
One of the toughest things to do is to turn off your "radar," that tendency to have one ear cocked for the phone call with the latest crisis. I realized a monthtafter my mom's death that I had all the phone ringers turned on high so I would hear it ring across the street if need be. I finally turned everything down, and somehow that helped me begin to unwind a bit.
You have my sympathies. You're on a long road with no shortcuts.
There are so many of us that are standing with you with the Anticipatory Grief.
Maybe picture us all with our arms around you, and each other. We are a HUGE group that GETS IT.
Parkenson's is an awful desease. I just lost a classmate to it at 72 years old.
This article (and the comments) might resonate with you
https://www.agingcare.com/articles/grieving-before-death-terminally-ill-116037.htm
I think that your view on this is very realistic. I don't think it is cold and calculating. Being a doctor, you KNOW that this is not going to improve and it is a horrible disease that just keeps marching forward.
Don't be hard on yourself. Your reaction and experiences seem pretty normal to me.