Cruel Summer - page 5

by VivaLasViejas Guide

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To say that the summer of 2013 will go down in history as my worst ever would be the understatement of the century. I lost my high-paying, executive-level job in May to a combination of a stress-induced bipolar crisis and... Read More


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    Sending thoughts and prayers for you and your family.
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    Thoughts and prayers to you and your family.
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    God bless you and yours. I wish you peace.
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    My dear friends:

    While I've never met any of you personally, I am feeling the love tonight as I read over your messages. I am astounded, and humbled, by the compassion you all have shown my husband and me.

    One thing I've learned already is that we simply never know how many friends we have until times like this. I've never seen your faces or heard your voices, but you are as real to me as the people I interact with every day, and I hold you all in the same high esteem.

    I do have an incredible support system both online and IRL, and that is what is sustaining me through this difficult time. And my faith is being renewed every day by the outpouring of love......God works through people, too, and as far as I'm concerned you have proven His existence beyond the shadow of a doubt. Bless you all.
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    So sorry to hear about your husband, Viva!
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    I'm so sorry for you and your family. I don't know what else to say except I'll add you to my prayer list. ❤
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    I'm right there with you. It HAS been a cruel summer! Hang in there.

    My young, 57 year old, wonderful mommy was diagnosed with the ugly PanCan in 2011...and she's still as sassy as ever! More so now that she'll never have hair to flip...probably ever again!

    Don't forget to breathe. And feel. And savor the little things.

    My new mantra has become "focus on the good...even when it gets cloudy." Someplace in the midst of mess, there is always a little good.

    Sending a lot of love. <3
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    That's very encouraging! Thank you for sharing your mom's story---it give me hope.
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    Don't hesitate to reach out if you need an "outsiders" support or perspective. Sometimes it's a little easier to share when its not in the direct circle. We've been through A LOT the past 2 years. Any questions about treatment, or ANYTHING, I'm a PM away!
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    To say that the summer of 2013 will go down in history as my worst ever would be the understatement of the century.

    I lost my high-paying, executive-level job in May to a combination of a stress-induced bipolar crisis and corporate politics. This was followed shortly by my elderly sister's disastrous fall here at home which led to two months in a skilled nursing facility; and now I'm watching her decline at an alarming rate as she sits in an ALF, hating life, refusing to walk or even wheel herself around the building, and becoming more demented by the day.

    Then, just as we were getting her living situation settled, along came the lightning bolt out of NOWHERE whose name is pancreatic cancer. It struck my husband hard and it struck him fast and it spread to his liver before we had any idea that he was sick. He now faces a grueling course of treatment which, if God is merciful and gives us more than the 3-6 months he might live without it, will make him even sicker.....but possibly shrink the tumors enough to relieve his pain and distension.

    Okay. One crisis at a time. Breathe........yes, I can do this. My own illness is hiding under a rock someplace, I'm stable on medications, and nothing I'm experiencing is the least bit unusual for someone who will probably be widowed by the time the snow flies.

    But wait, it gets even better.

    During the course of five weeks of employment at my old nursing home, it has become painfully apparent to me that my suspicions about my ability to continue working as a nurse were correct: it is indeed time to hang up my stethoscope.

    I didn't come to this conclusion easily. Indeed, I've fought it for many months, not wanting to believe my career might be over. All I needed---or so I kept telling myself---was to get a routine down; all I had to do to be successful again was relearn how to prioritize and to cope with multiple and shifting demands.

    And. I. Can't.

    I'm OK with being an ancillary nurse, who mostly does admissions and the occasional PRN med pass or treatments. Heck, I'm even good at it---all I have to do is greet the new resident and get him settled in, assess his physical and mental status, show the family around, get consents signed, and do a stack of paperwork in addition to entering the information in the computer database. That's easy---yes, it takes a couple of hours to do each one, and the assessment piece is very detailed; but I'm not responsible for this person other than to make sure the initial care plan is done and perhaps give him a pain pill if he needs one.

    It's the kind of full-on, hard-driving floor nursing I once did so well that's now beyond my capabilities. It didn't take very many shifts on the long-term care wing to scare myself to pieces; granted, I didn't have enough time to establish a routine, but the mechanics of it haven't changed since I last worked there, and I simply cannot deal with constantly changing priorities anymore.

    For example, I waste precious time running back and forth from the med room to the residents' rooms. Why? Because I can't work from the cart in the hall without being distracted by staff, residents, families, the phone, and so on. If I'm in the middle of pouring a cupful of meds and someone asks me a question, I literally have to go back through the MAR and the pill cards all over again to see where I've left off. And since I can't focus for very long, I have to read each order on the MAR and look at each card at least twice....also a colossal waste of time, but I'm too afraid of making a mistake NOT to do it.

    Even after half-a-dozen shifts on the unit, I still can't remember some of the residents' names, and I have trouble recognizing them when they're up and dressed, as opposed to lying in bed asleep when I bring in their early AM meds. One time I almost did a fingerstick on a very demented resident who looks like another lady who lives down the hall; thankfully I'm anal-retentive enough to check their wristbands, and to ask the CNA who they are when they're not wearing one!

    But it's these 'little' things which have forced me to realize that I've got no business holding people's lives in my shaky hands. It's not a crisis of confidence; rather, I believe I've finally internalized the truth that I really can't do this kind of work. Which makes me feel bad, and sad, and mad.......but as with all the other losses I've been dealing with during this cruel summer, I think it's best to try to contain the damage and avoid more serious consequences down the road.

    So.....the plan is for me to stay on as a weekend ancillary nurse and be the best ambassador for my facility that I can be. I need the weekdays to be with my husband during (and after) his treatments, but I'll probably still manage to get in enough practice hours to renew my license in 2015. In the meantime, I'm going to spend as much time as possible with my soulmate while he's here, and ponder my next act whenever I have a few moments to myself.

    As clichéd as it sounds, the winds of change blow over us all, the just and the unjust, the loved and the unloved......the ones whose lives are just beginning, and those whose lives are about to end. The only constant in life IS change. And may God grant me the serenity to accept it, no matter what it may cost me.
    Dear Viva
    Words alone can't express how sorry I am for what you're going through. I have always read your posts and have admired the obstacles you ve overcome. I am reaching out with a hug and love for you and your family. Please take care XOXO
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