I know, I know. I haven't been around since forever, despite the fact that ADDer World is firmly pasted in my Bookmark Bar and I get updates every week. Let me try to explain.
It all started when my Mother died unexpectedly last August. By that time, I had already attended several other funerals as one parent or another of my friends started dying. I knew fine well that I was at risk for losing a parent. I just didn't realize the enormity of that loss until I had to confront it. My partner's father was recovering from a heart attack when my sister called to tell me that Mom was in the hospital. Intensive Care to be precise. At that point though, no one imagined that she wasn't going to come home.
As the news got more and more grim, my sister and I went back and forth over wether or not I should come home. I live in the Midwest, my family in California. In the end, we were afraid that if I DID suddenly show up it could easily upset Mom who wasn't exactly strong at that point. A couple of days before she died, my sister ended with "do what you think is right. Whatever that is, I will support you." My partner and I discussed it at length and fixed on a day to leave for CA. Two days later, I got the call.
Writing this, even at this very high level has tears threatening. It has been over a year and I still miss her more than I can begin to say. And this is after a whole lot of healing work.
My Dad has accelerated his slide into Alzheimer's. He can remember the past but has absolutely no knowledge of the present. In many ways, I think it is a defense mechanism. He and my mother were teenage sweethearts and had celebrated their 58th wedding anniversary a month before she died. In the world he lives in, she is still there.
So I hear you wondering why a whole year passed before I stuck my head in here again. I could say I've been busy and that would be true. But the driver was my partner's diagnosis of terminal lung cancer in August.
I read Bryan's post on good-byes and realized that the one that he didn't touch on was the good-bye that happens even though neither person in the relationship is ready to let go. I've had a whole bunch of those in the last year and am now in the role of caregiver to someone that I committed to "forever" with. Forever hasn't been nearly long enough if you ask me.
At this point, they are telling us that the chemo has been successful (it hasn't killed him and the tumors have shrunk) but they also have cautioned us that we can't expect more than a year. The ultimate good news/bad news. My ADHD demands that they give me solid information and not blow sunshine up my tail and so far, the oncologist and pulmonologist are respecting that. I don't like what I hear but I would rather know than hear someone tell me once again that I should "think positively! There are people who live a very long time with this diagnosis." Yeah. 16%. When it is caught early- Stage one or two. We caught my partner's at Stage four. There IS no Stage five.
I have drawn quite a lot of criticism in fact because every time I hear the positive thinking idiots coming, I run. I have very clearly told them that I am not buying what they are selling and would really prefer to be left alone. They all tell me that I am not myself and MUST be depressed, clinically so, and should see someone who can prescribe something. Whatever. I'm not feeling it.
It HAS occurred to me that ADHDers must "do" this all differently somehow. Me? I know what cemetery I want him buried at, found a suitable funeral home that can manage cremation, started going through photographs for the memorial service and started the conversations with Hospice for when we get to that point. We have revisited his will to insure that it is still appropriate to his wishes, and gotten his health care directive notarized and filed with everyone who needs a copy. Powers of Attorney have been drawn up and I have lists of what should go to whom. I even have a file of the music he wants played. Given all this, you would think that his demise is imminent. Nope. I just feel a pressure to have it all organized in advance.
What I have been told is that I am being pessimistic and my pessimism could be deadly for him. Yeesh! From my perspective, I am simply honoring the fact that I don't handle surprises well and am trying to shield myself from the unpleasant ones.
Didn't mean to hit y'all with a wall of text but would be interested in knowing if I am really off my rocker on this. If you care to share, I would love to know how you cope with loss. What I keep getting told is that I'm doing it wrong. Anyone know how to do it right?
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