House of Cards

Most of us don’t choose to be caregivers. Then next thing you know, you find yourself standing on a house of cards.

Last night a friend was at a neighboring table for dinner with her husband and another couple. After they had eaten dinner, the other couple left. As our friend tried to leave, her husband refused. As he’s endured multiple severe health issues, life circumstances now have our friend in the dual role of wife and caregiver. He wouldn’t leave because he’d forgotten he’d eaten dinner, and thought his wife was trying to make him leave before eating. Try as she might to convince him he’d already eaten, he sat steadfast.

Though the differences are many, I saw many parallels in Wil’s determination not to be swayed and our friend’s husband’s determination. I intimately knew the tears in her eyes. I felt her frustration not of just that moment, but of all the moments built as carefully, patiently, diligently and lovingly as a teetering stack of cards; that in just one moment, comes falling down.

After the cards collapse a number of times, you just feel so tired of it all. All of those cards, all over the floor, and one by one you must build them back again. Sometimes, it goes smoothly, and sometimes that one card keeps falling so as it’s impossible to build on it.

I knew this cycle with Wil. The only two solutions our friend had at this point were to wait him out until he decided for himself it was time to go (which could be hours) or a fresh voice to break the spell (as the caregiver’s voice is heard so many times, pleas can fall on deaf ears). It is a new face, or a new voice, that often breaks the spell.

My dad was the one who stepped in, and I looked at our friend, our eyes connecting in a knowingness. It’s hard, and no one asked this kind of hard, but there is so much love here, so much that we’d do for our loved ones, that makes the hard parts both more challenging, and yet strengthens us at the same time. And when friends step in to help, the wobbly card steadies and we can start building again.

Just before the holidays, a member at work shared with me that she was bringing her mother, who has dementia and lives in Florida, back to Michigan for a visit. She said, “Though Wil and my mom have many differences, I now know how you feel when you fly with him. You just don’t know if they will cooperate or not, so you prepare the best you can. Then you find out there is always something you didn’t think of, and things fall apart. And other times things go so smoothly that you wondered how you worried at all. You just don’t know.”

While visiting my parents in Florida, Katherine, Elizabeth, Wil and I went to the Naples Zoo. Wil gets hot easily, so we went on the coolest day. When he grew tired and too hot, I found an area by the zebras which was shady and he really enjoyed. Though Wil is very capable of walking the zoo for the day, its his building overstimulation with the heat, with the crowds and with the animal noises that eventually get to him.

Every year I find ways to keep him at the zoo longer. Every year I learn from the previous year. But I never let him sit it out. Because every year Wil learns how much more he can do. I’m fortunate that the twins can walk off to enjoy the zoo on their own, and circle back to Wil and me, instead of stopping every time Wil and I do. They know how this works. We build the house of cards together.

When Wil finally hits a wall after stops and starts, he still has to make his way back to the zoo entrance. As this zoo is near my parents’ home, they are fortunately available to pick Wil up when that “wall” is hit. I sit with Wil as long as he needs me to, as his will to walk to the entrance is his only way out.

We don’t choose our situations; they choose us. But we do choose how to utilize the time within our situation. We do choose whether to keep building, even after the cards have fallen. When times get hard, locking tearing eyes of understanding mean more than words could ever convey. They give us strength to build again and again; as many times as it takes.

Internal victories are what carry you and lift you through the hard times. Even 30 more minutes at the zoo on this visit delivered an internal joy with iron-clad strength—a strength and joy that will not fade with time or circumstances. I can build a million cards with the super-sonic strength of 30 extra zoo minutes many take for granted.

Caretaking is unpredictable and challenging, yet it brings out our best, and brings us all together if we allow it to. It’s what humanity is all about. (But if you challenge a caretaker to a house of card building game, they will mercilessly kick your ass.)

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