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.