This is a guest post from Chris, a caregiver for his wife of 39 years, Annie. Annie had a Subarachnoid Haemorrhage in 2014. This is his story about finding a new normal after such a devastating event. Thanks to Chris for sharing this with us to help raise awareness.
Gone are the days when a visit to my local Pharmacy saw me walk away with a small white bag with Annie and my medication in. When I visit the Pharmacy now it’s generally a large box or two filled not only with Annie’s medication but also various types of much needed equipment and items that have become an every day item.
When I walk through our apartment I am faced with changes to our lifestyle, home and routine. The hall is now a car park or I should say Wheelchair Park, complete with large charger and other accessories. The changes to the bedroom are obvious, Annie’s bed (you hear it before you see it) My single bed. One thing I have always said to Annie is no matter what we will never have single beds, now here we are forced to apart although side by side. Then there is the other equipment, hoist, Annie’s armchair and shower chair. Annie’s armchair lives in our bedroom at night and transfers to the sitting room by day. The bathroom is full of bottles of lotions and potions for beauty, bathing showering, cleansing, moisturising and other things that chivalry prevents me from disclosing. like any other bathroom I hear you say not this one. Then there are the bags, yellow, orange and black and lastly white ones. Then there is the sitting room with one real change and that’s Annie’s pride of place. I remember as a child my fathers chair it had his smell and it had his hand marks on the arms and it sat at the side of the fireplace, when he was home no one dared to sit in it. Annie’s chair as I said moves from bedroom to sitting room and has pride of place, a focal point in the sitting room. Then there is the spare room/second bedroom the bedroom tax room. It’s a store room for the nurses and the carers, it also houses Annie and my wardrobes. Finally the kitchen, the kitchen that we would have shared, the kitchen where Annie would have spent so much time. Its funny it seems that with all the change throughout our little home it’s the kitchen that reduces me to a blubbering wreck, so simple but so poignant. It’s not that the kitchen is where I cradled Annie when she had her SAH but where we would chat, sing, laugh and share life. The kitchen is now my domain, yes I cooked more than in the past, but the kitchen was like out meeting place.
Then there is Annie. These changes are huge and don’t become easy to swallow even two years following her SAH. Annie is quadriplegic and every aspect of her life is supported, however, since her Stoma and Suprapubic Catheter the personal care issues are less stressful for her. Annie tolerates me having to feed her and meal times are quiet. Any distractions can cause Annie to loose concentration and swallowing becomes an issue.
Annie and I have been married for 39 years this year and the things that people in a loving partnership take for granted are lost. So what do I miss? I miss Annie holding my hand, I miss Annie’s cuddles, I miss our closeness and love. There are also things that people don’t understand because again it’s taken for granted that these issues remain constant in our marriage. Conversation and yes arguments are lost in the recesses of Annie’s brain. Annie has lost her ability to initiate, therefore she is unable to start a conversation or an argument in fact Annie can not initiate anything from talking to moving. I miss my friend, lover and Boss.
No one likes change especially a retired Social Worker. Sometimes change is important, lets say “for the better”. As a Social Worker I promoted change, made people change or face at times pretty harsh outcomes. I feel bitter about the forced change that we have witnessed. I resent its power and its ability to mess with Annie’s life and turn my world upside down. Now I must face it and use it to benefit us and not eat us away “Our New Normal” is the tool to make the changes more appealing and give us the encouragement to fight the inevitable changes and use them to our advantage and not get us down.