My husband’s health took a bit of a downturn last week. Between the all-day and night hallucinations (which have now abated) caused by an infection and the weakness in his legs and arms, Wal can no longer walk more than a few steps. His life has been narrowed to the width and depth of our living room. I will be sleeping on our couch until the day he dies.

We have a wheelchair so we could move Wal about the house, but right now he’s too scared to use it. He’s so weak that he’s afraid he won’t be able to get back out of the wheelchair and into his recliner. Of course, we also have a lift that could help him, but we were both a bit traumatized by trying to use it last week when he fell. So I get it. Hopefully he’ll change his mind and by the weekend and we’ll give it a shot and jet around the house.

It’s amazing how much our lives changed over a day. That’s what usually happens, right? An accident, a diagnosis, a fall. For us, Wal’s decline has been so gradual that although I knew this would happen, I still didn’t think…it would happen. I haven’t been to work for a week and a half and I’m really hoping to go for a few hours this week, but even that is tricky. We don’t have any professional help set up yet, and what we have is our son and my sister. But what happens when any kind of bathroom activities need to happen? If we don’t have a hospice CNA or nurse here, then I should be the one to help my husband. If I can lessen his feelings of humiliation, then I’m going to do it. Yet how can I possibly be at home to help my husband and at work to help my staff?

I can’t. And I’m going mad with trying and wanting to be everything to everyone. I’m afraid I’m letting someone down, and no matter what I do, I will. My husband definitely comes before my job, but my staff and colleagues and the work I do are all incredibly important to me. I am a selfish person and I want to do what I love but…..

Yeah.

The past few days have been filled with bouts of crying alone, in my husband’s arms and while hugging my son. I’m tired and frustrated and scared. But we’re all still here, trying to keep our shit together.

If you’re caring for a dying loved one and you’re lucky enough to have people that love you and want to help you, they will ask questions like: What can I do for you? How can I help? What do you need? What does your loved one need? How is your family doing with all of this? How are YOU doing?

A lot of these same questions will be asked after your person dies, too. It’ll be hard to answer them no matter when they’re asked.

I had a friend reach out last week and she asked similar questions. I was able to say, “Hey, you know what? Wal really wants an orange popsicle and I can’t find any that can be delivered. Can you get him some?” And she did. She also brought me some treats for myself that I could either freeze or just put in the cupboard for later. As an added bonus, we all got a little visit, a listening ear to hear ALL the things, and a good hug. It was exactly what was needed at that time.

When I updated one of Wal’s best friends about what was happening, he asked “How can I help?” I first texted and said Wal needed the occasional phone call or visit, which is true. He has only a few dear friends and they make him laugh and mean a lot to him. But then I figured, “Fuck it.” And I told Wal’s friend what I needed right then–noodles and Dr Pepper for my husband and hand sanitizer and disinfectant wipes for other needs due to the care I’m providing.

The first package arrived last night:

If you ever have to go through something like this, folks are going to ask what you need. They want to help you. And yes, it feels like a burden to have someone put that on you, but typically there are things you need or want and just don’t want to ask. I completely understand this. You feel like you don’t deserve the things people give you or do for you. But that, my friends, is bullshit. The people that care about you will do or give what they want or can because they love you and want you to be ok. And some will feel bad because they are not able to give or do, but those are the ones that can send a kind note or text or can listen to you when you need to vent or cry or scream.

I’d like to add that although this is difficult, you can tell people what you DON’T want. For instance, don’t ever tell me “At least he’s….” Nope. Fuck that “at least” shit. And the prayer hands emoji? Look, you can tell me you’re praying for us. Although I’m agnostic, I don’t mind when people say that to me. In my eyes, it means you’re thinking about us and care about us and want us to be ok. But something about that prayer hands emoji makes me want to block you. So no prayer hands either, ok?

I’ve made my own list of things I currently need or want to help myself and my family cope with our situation. Let this feed your brain to formulate your own list for whatever you’re going through–loss of a loved one, divorce, heartbreak of any kind.

My needs:

• Good sleep (the Bath & Body Works eucalyptus & spearmint scent calms me)
• More energy (Nespresso vertuo coffee brings me to life each morning and vanilla coconut scented lotions & soap lighten my mood)
• Better nutrition (Bananas, baby carrots, berries and peanut butter sustain me)
• Knowing I’m not alone (the quick gluten-free and freezable meal drop-off with a hug is lovely)

What Wal needs:

• Gatorade and beef bullion (He’s having difficulties keeping any food down right now.)
• Listerine (See above)
• Puffs Plus tissues with lotion (This is really for all of us for obvious reasons.)
• Room spray (When you have a living room loo, you need this. Something not flowery but gentle.)
• Myself and our son (He’s got those.)

What our boy needs:

• More energy (A double dose of Maxwell House instant coffee is how I get him up each a day, with lots of sugar and creamer.)
• Better nutrition (Anything that’s not fast food.)
• Therapy (That’s one for me to keep working on him about.)

What we all need:

• Your love (Got that.)
• Folks to talk to and share with (Got that, too.)
• Gratitude (Have it for most things and people.)
• To keep taking deep cleaning breaths (I don’t do it enough. You?)
• Time

Make the best of your days, friends. ❤ Thanks for listening.