āFamily is not an important thing. It’s everything.ā -Michael J. Fox
I recently read a post on Twitter that November is National Family Caregivers Month (US) where appreciation and thanks are given to those who care for their family members with illnesses. We have a similar thing here in Canada in May. Regardless of the day, month, or year, I felt compelled to acknowledge Garth (my husband) as the Rockstar, Superhero, Caregiver in my life!
While I am not yet at a stage, where significant caregiving is required, we both know where Parkinsonās leads, and I feel I can say confidently that he is up for the challenge!
Parkinsonās is my disease, but in a way, it has become his as well.
From the day of my diagnosis, he has involved himself in learning all that he can about Parkinsonās Disease, has joined me for my MDS (movement disorders specialist) appointments, and attended conferences with me. And in the day to day activities of life, Garth makes sure the front walkway is clear of ice/snow, reminds me to look where Iām walking to avoid falls, cooks me healthy meals, calms me from those vivid āscream outā dreams (thatāll be a future blog postā¦), as well a million other things required to manage our household. Throughout the COVID-19 pandemic, he has diligently kept our family safe and continues to do so. Much of this is fueled by his concern for my health and complications that could occur should I contract the virus.
When I fell and broke my leg in June, he managed everything.
Caregivers are the ābehind the scenesā or ābackstageā crew that truly make the whole production work. At times, Iām sure it feels as though an Ironman suit would help, but he doesnāt need it. And although he deserves the applause and cheering heard at a Pearl Jam concert (his favourite band), he doesnāt expect it!
Heās just doing his thing and heās very good at it! Iām so lucky!
I guess one of the good things about Parkinsonās is that progression (at least in my case) moves slowly which offers both of us the time to adjust to our roles as caregiver and care-receiver! Care-receiving is a strange thing (another future blog post). I have three sons whose roles are quietly evolving into that of ācaregiverā – but Iām not quite prepared to write about this developing role-reversal just yet. I try not to get too far ahead of myself!
Today I just say, āThank you Garth!ā
*This pic was taken 3 months after I broke my leg. The trek down was challenging for me but Garth made sure I got there safely by letting me lean on him, both literally and figuratively.
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