Manaleega

My mother has been driving me crazy saying non-sensical things that I can't understand and then getting angry at me when I don't respond.  The other day she yelled at me (just because I said, "Mom, I can't help you because I can't understand you."  Then I asked her to point at what she wanted and she got frustrated and threw her arms up in the air like I was an idiot.  She stormed off yelling that I was mean and mumbled something about "Just you wait...mumble, mumble...you're gonna get yours!" Implying that someone was going to rub me out or at least do some act of violence.)

Mom is always threatening violence these days.  If we gently take her hand to assist her getting up she yells, "Take your hands off me!" Then she yells "HELP, HELP!  Momma...they're killing me.  Help me Momma--M-O-M-M-A!!!!"  (Yup; THAT comes out loud and clear.)

I feel like I am living in a loony bin. (Have I said this before?)  So, when Mom walked into the kitchen and pointed at the counter saying "Manaleega," you can imagine my confusion.  I shrugged.  "What's manaleega?" I asked.  Mom looked at me with a blank expression.  "WHAT'S MANALEEGA?" I asked loudly thinking that she didn't hear me.  Still, she looked at me blankly.  Finally I screamed, "Manaleega...what is it?"

"Yes," she answered.

I could feel my veins popping out on my temples.  "NO...not 'yes'...I mean, I don't know what Manaleega is!"

Mom looked at me like I was speaking Latin. "Neither do I," she answered.

That's how our communication is these days.  There are moments, snippets of intelligible speech and then it lapses into gibberish.  One day, Mom sought me out and asked, "Can I sit here?" pointing at her usual perch next to me.

"Of course," I answered.

Then Mom started talking gibberish and when I answered 'yes' to something that evidently I wasn't supposed to answer 'yes' to, she got angry and stood up grabbed her walker
and stormed out of the room saying very clearly, "HRMPH!  Some companion you are!!!"

I'm getting used to this abuse, but still, every once in a while I react inappropriately.  I utter things under my breath.  Okay, I'll admit it.  I am not an angel.  When Mom told me "Go to Hell!" I uttered quietly, "I'm already there!"  It's childish but somehow satisfying.  Look, even if Mom didn't have Alzheimer's I would get angry every once in a while.  So, there is not any guilt about my reactions.  I'm okay with the fact that I find this person objectionable.  She screams and demands, shouts and insists.  She curses, and spews bile at us while we perform our caregiving duties trying to protect her, feed her, keep her clothed and clean.  I hope that somehow, somewhere inside that dying brain there is knowledge that we love the woman she was and made a commitment to care for her.

Sometimes...just sometimes though, we feel like pinning a note on her shirt saying 'Please take me,' and leaving her at a local fire station.

Into 2019

We end each year looking forward to new beginnings, choosing to make changes, improvements, and goals. We sometimes try to forget our mistakes and ask forgiveness of ourselves and others. The moment the clock chimes midnight, we sing and celebrate to herald in the new beginnings. I know already what 2019 will bring without being a prophet, without a crystal ball, and without seeing a fortune teller. In my life, in my house every day is the same. 2018 went out the same way 2019 came in. There was nothing more than a whimper. My mother, for whom we care, slept through the toasts, the celebrations and the partying of others. She slept through the proclamations that this next year would be better. She snored softly as revelers looked forward to good health and good fortune. When she awoke she called to unseen and long dead relatives. She was confused and babbling as we entered her room. She couldn't communicate nor could she understand the simple words we used to tell her to go to sleep. It was still too early. On New Year's Day, she walked in a fog, slept, ate without knowing what she consumed, and sat in her chair gazing at nothing. By evening she was angry and stubborn, just like every night. We gave her medication to calm her, to quiet her. It didn't work and once more she fought us as we attempted to help her to her room, to help her undress and ready herself for fitful sleep. She railed against us, cursed at us, threatened to kill us. She slammed her fists down and screamed as loudly as she could using every bit of air in her lungs. This is what the new year brings. This is the final stage of Alzheimer's disease.

Still, there is hope that this year will bring solutions, cures, pills, medical breakthroughs. It will be too late for my mother but for others...maybe, just maybe there will be something that will help them. There is hope that soon, my mother's journey will be over and this nightmare that locks her unwillingly into this reality releases her. Does that sound harsh? Does it sound unfeeling that I would wish that my mother's soul be released? I defend my attitude as I stand witness to this obscenity we call Alzheimer's disease, helpless to do anything but keep her comfortable and in absence of that, to keep her drugged. There is nothing to be done but wait, service her needs, endure the pain. For those who know nothing of caring for someone such as this, I counsel that it happens to too many. Everyone knows someone. It is happening more and more and unless we find a cause, or a cure, it WILL affect almost everyone.

So...2019: I begin with a promise to do my utmost to be compassionate, loving, and caring, already knowing that I will fail miserably. My personal goals to care for myself, to get more exercise, to eat right, to share more time with loved ones and dear friends will not be met. Even though it seems like a bleak future, there is optimism that I will find great strength and joy somehow and somewhere. This I know--that each and every year I look back and evaluate what I have learned and how I have grown; and among the ups and downs there is a sense of accomplishment. I cannot see too far forward--it's murky what will happen and when it will happen, but seeing the past is crystal clear. Instead of leaving it behind me and making resolutions I will build upon everything I have learned and how I am growing with each new challenge. This is something to look forward to in 2019.