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Changing a culture?

There are exciting happenings here in Germany!  The German people are embracing my book and some are even calling it “ground breaking”!  I have had friends, neighbors  and my husband’s colleagues, who have read the book, tell me how it has affected them.  Not just the sadness and triumph of the story but the honesty of events and feelings that I wrote about and how it has made them think differently about the situation.

While the German culture is very warm and personable once you get to know them, they can seem a bit standoffish, because of their reserved nature/culture.  Which leads me to share the praises that I am hearing from them.  I have been told of feelings of inspiration, being moved and/or being invigorated by my willingness to expose my inner most feelings during the time in which the book portrays which led them to start the conversation of letting people “move on” when the need arises.   And they can do so without shame or fear of judgment.

It was one of my book’s enthusiasts who then gave me the name of a gentleman, Werner Pies, who, before he retired, would endorse and promote works by artists and/or writers in the area and told me to call him.  Mr. Pies and I spoke briefly on the phone and after hearing what the book was about, he asked that I bring a copy of it so that he may read it.  We then made arrangements to meet that following Saturday.

We, my husband and I, met Mr. Pies and the moment I saw him I felt at ease with him.  He was a distinguished looking man who had a jovial heart and an apparent (by the collection all over his home) love for art.   During our meeting he then told me he would read the book and discuss it with some contacts he had in town.  One of the contacts was with the local high school.

He explained that by high school, the students would have had several years of English and they were always looking for interesting books to read in English, especially if they could have a reading and question and answer from and with the author!  I was excited at the prospect.  I know a high school may seem like a strange platform to want to have my book promoted, but I look at it as one of the best opportunities to engage and begin the conversation that I feel my book is trying to arouse.

If young adults can read and experience what I was for Eric and his family, perhaps they will, and can, embrace the idea of a support partner for anyone during their difficult journey with their sick and dying loved one.  If people begin talking about it, the subject may lose it’s “taboo” and be less of a sensitive or controversial subject -which is the main reason for me writing the book in the first place.

I’ll keep you posted as to the outcome of my meeting with Mr. Pies and his “contacts”.  Keep your thumbs in!*

Hugs,

Tami  🙂

*Germans tuck their thumb in under their fingers just as Americans cross their fingers.

What the “other woman” can be…

As the “other woman”, in my book “Bleeding Hearts”, I attempt to give the reader a perspective on how the other woman (or man) could be of support for the spouse of someone with a debilitating disease like Alzheimer’s. So that others can see how an outsider can be of great support during such a time.

As a society some are often so quick to judge what is right and what is wrong with a persons actions in such a case.  Attempting to open conversation by writing the book, I put myself in just such a position of being judged right alongside the spouse.  The looks and stares I received from the staff of the nursing home were difficult to bare.  The discussions among some of my colleagues and some acquaintances were equally, if not more arduous to hear.  I believe I am able to grasp where those emotions came from; the sympathy for the Alzheimer’s patient herself.  And while I understand the compassion, one has to realize that my role was out of compassion for Gaye (the Alzheimer’s victim in my book) as well as for her husband and family so it didn’t matter to me what anyone said or felt.  I see my role as a blessing, one that has enriched my life forever.

When I took on the role of “the other woman” for Eric, it was, in the beginning, out of the love I had for him.  I was falling in love with a man in this situation and I didn’t let it scare me.  I knew what I could be for him and his family, if they would let me.  I knew that I could love them and try to comfort their pain.  I could give them “light at the end of the tunnel”, especially for Eric.  And it was during this process I fell in love with his beautiful wife Gaye as well.

My role led me on a journey of unconditionally loving someone I had never met.  Gaye and I never met until one day in the nursing home, well after she had lost all her memory.  But because she was Eric’s wife and mother of his children, how could I not love her?  And because I did, I made it a priority to keep the memory of the “real” Gaye alive, because this was one of the most important parts of my position.

When I moved in with Eric, I put up family pictures of Eric and Gaye, their children and grandchildren  – all over the house.   To remind everyone, including myself, that Gaye was not to be forgotten.  I made sure her prized Christmas decorations were displayed, year after year, so that her love of Santa statues would be seen, as well as, felt by everyone.  I visited her often in the nursing home, to give her updates on the family so she would not be excluded.    I took her gifts on special days.  And at Christmas I brought her a poinsettia and sang Christmas songs to her, all the while holding her hands and stroking her hair. I did all of these things out of love.  The love I had for Eric, his family and for Gaye.

And as for Eric?  I gave him joy.  He was able to feel joy again after having nothing but sadness and depressed days for such a very long time.  I helped him remember Gaye as she was before her illness.  I reminded him, often, to hold on to the memories he had made with her before her illness.  While I couldn’t erase the pain, I could certainly help him realize he was still alive and to embrace life again.  Something his daughter has thanked me for so many times.

So when anyone judges me or Eric, they have no idea of the whole story.  The story of what I was doing for him, his family, Gaye and/or for myself.  They only looked from the outside, refusing to believe that there was a reason for me to be there…for everyone.  To love them, offer them hope of a brighter future, to help them keep Gaye’s memory alive.  And if all of that meant I had to bear the title of “the other woman”, then so be it.  It is a title I accept with grace.  For I know what I was to everyone and I would do it again if I had to.

Hugs,

Tami  🙂

Shining the Light-Repost

In writing my book, “Bleeding Hearts”, I hoped to shed light and possibly start the conversation on the sensitive subject of a spouse “moving on” when his or her loved one is stricken with a debilitating disease such as Alzheimer’s.  While I understand that not everyone has the same ideas or feelings on the subject, I feel strongly that no one should judge anyone else for following their heart in search of taking care of their own needs while attending to their partner’s needs.

While I have said (and will continue to say) that I believe that the ultimate victim of a disease like Alzheimer’s, is the victim who carries the diagnosis themselves.  I pose the question: What about the “other” victim(s)?  What about the spouses and/or partners of the diagnosed patient?

Along side their partner, they too suffered through the horrific diagnosis.  Having dreams of their future with their loved one, shattered as well.  After the heinous diagnosis, they are faced with grim conversations of decisions that they will, ultimately, have to face.  While the disease takes hold of their loved one, the partner is made to feel a myriad of emotions like fear, sadness, etc. while their loved one slowly slips away, into a world of their own.  Once the Alzheimer’s victim is lost to the world of silence, the partner is then shut out.  They are left to live on making decisions that no one should ever have to make for another and witnessing the continued assault of the disease…alone.

When I came into Eric’s life (we met on a dating service), his wife had been “gone” for quite some time.  She was in hospice with the diagnosis of “early onset Alzheimer’s” and was only showing few glimpses of recollection to anyone or anything.  His eyes were sad and mournful…soulful and deeply hurt.  I could feel his loneliness before he said anything about his beloved wife, Gaye.  And once he told me the despairing story I could understand why, almost immediately, he presented this way to me.

Eric was encouraged by his family, in particular his beautiful daughter, to move on and find someone to be happy with.  While he entertained the thought, he didn’t feel ready.  It was when he was ready that we met.  Our relationship blossomed and I quickly realized that I would have a major role in the story of him and his wife; a woman whom I had never met, but came to love because of him and his love for her.  But because Eric chose to “move on”, all the while continuing to respect and love Gaye, he was once again faced with distress because not everyone agreed with his decision.  Shame was then added to his myriad of emotions.  Why should he, or anyone, be denied comfort during such a time?

Being able to be a source of comfort to him, in these darkest of days, providing love and support -leads me to think of a song by one of my favorite country bands Sugarland, “Shine the Light”…  “And when your worries, they won’t let you sleep and rob you of your days.   And you’ve looked in all directions but you still can’t find your way.  Or when you just need someone to remind you that it’s all gonna be okay…I will shine the light.”  For it is in those darkest days that the spouse/partner of an Alzheimer’s victim needs to be reminded that there is and can be light at the end of their painfully dark days.  And that  they should be left to do so, without shame and/or judgment.

Hugs,

Tami

Clarifying “Bleeding Hearts”…

When a family is stricken with Alzheimer’s, there are tears, broken dreams and broken hearts.  My book’s title, “Bleeding Hearts” refers to the pain that is endured with the diagnosis.  But it also refers to one of the favorite flowers of the Alzheimer’s patient in my story.

My book is the story of the painful journey we traveled with a family member who had early onset Alzheimer’s.  In re-reading the book (one last time before it goes to press) I’ve realized how many people were eventually affected by this single person with the disease.  Multiply that by the millions of people around the world who have to suffer such a journey and if only a few could read this book, perhaps it could help some others get through their struggle.

There are no magic books or magic words to help someone in such a struggle.  But comfort might be found in reading the way others deal with similar obstacles.  Magic doesn’t exist, at least I don’t know of any, so we all move through our lives the best we know how and hope that at the very least, we’ve learned from it and at the other end of the spectrum, that we’ve helped someone else learn.

Additionally my hopes, with this book, are that a foundation would be set up in Gaye’s (the person who had Alzheimer’s in the book) name to help give support to the family members of the one who has Alzheimer’s.  For the truth of the matter is, the person diagnosed with Alzheimer’s is the patient/victim.  But it’s not long before the victim is living in a silent world without knowledge of who they or the ones around them are anymore, so their pain has, somewhat, ended for them.  So you see, in my opinion it’s the families of the victims who suffer the most.  They are the ones who have to painfully witness the deterioration of the mind, spirit and, eventually, the body of their  loved one.  They are the ones who have bleeding hearts.

Until next time,

                 Hugs,

                           Tami  🙂

Judge not…

I’ve always lived by the biblical teaching of, “judge not, lest ye be judged”, but it was never more clear to me what that meant than when I traveled this journey.

From the moment I walked into the nursing home for the first time, to meet Eric’s (my husband) wife (Gaye), there were stares, prying eyes and judgments made without a single word being spoken.  The attitudes of the staff (of the nursing home) quickly changed from cheerful and happy while speaking to Eric, to condescending and cold when they  realized I was with him.

All they saw was a young-ish (I look young for my age so I’m sure it appeared I was even younger than the 10 year difference between Eric and I) girl with a man who was still married to a woman suffering from Alzheimer’s.  What they didn’t see was that Eric was smiling and looking forward to each day since he met me as opposed to living in a world of loneliness and grief.

They had no idea that his children were the ones who wanted him to “move on” and find companionship and that his own daughter set up his profile on Match.com.  They had no clue of the endless nights Eric sat in his home (the home Gaye desperately wanted because she fell in love with it) alone with no other companion other than his dogs…night after night.  Faced with pictures, clothes, innumerable items still in the house that all belonged to Gaye, all as constant reminders of what she was reduced to and how unfair it all was.  The staff had it in their minds that they knew what he was doing, he was abandoning his wife.

Oh contraire!  Eric had been a dutiful husband.  Took care of Gaye, at home, for as long as possible.  When it became impossible and she had to be put into a nursing home, he spent night after night with her until she felt comfortable enough so that he could leave her there.  In the beginning, Eric visited Gaye daily and brought the staff doughnuts every weekend.  His visits only wained because of the heart ache of having to witness his wife’s deteriorating health.

The staff’s treatment and/or judgment of my role in all this was that I was the “other woman”.  Although I had never met Gaye before this nursing home visit, I was put into their (Eric, Gaye and the rest of the family) lives as someone far more significant than the “other woman”.  Being a registered nurse, I was there to aid in sharing information with Eric and his family about medical treatments as they became faced with them.  I was there to help brighten Eric’s life and in turn brighten his children and grandchildren’s lives because they knew that he was, finally, going to be ok.

The greatest gift I could ever receive from sharing my journey, in the form of my book, is that people become less judgmental of families in similar situations.  That we all truly think about walking in one another’s shoes before we pass judgment.

Until next time..

Hugs,

Tami  🙂