Dad has a cold

Like any of us, when someone does not feel well, they are cranky, tired, cranky, in a fog, did I mention cranky? Yep, Dad is cranky. The wonderful thing about Dad being cranky is I see a real growth in my response as a caregiver. In the beginning Dad would get sick and I would panic. My thoughts would range between call the paramedics, I need help immediately, to well he might be really sick, what should I do. Basically I was either paralyzed by indecision or in frantic motion.

Tonight I realized, Dad has a cold. We all get colds, I am going to sit back and see if he can beat this. I am actually pretty proud of this decision. I know, sounds silly, but this is really a huge step. In the beginning of his dementia he was violent and angry, well duh his world was collapsing and we didn't understand it. He was paranoid, hallucinating, it was horrible. If he were cranky, it was time to hide until it blew over. This time we are so in control of his meds, sleep schedule, entertainment, activities, etc. that his cold is not the end of the world. We don't have to be afraid. I don't have to sit by his bed. I will watch and see if he gets better.

What a blessing it is to find myself able to provide, tea, honey, vitamin C, extra rest, extra TLC and without fear. I look at all of us and find myself smiling to realize how far we have come over these last few years. So to new caregivers, I say hang in there. To the old hands out there, I say I am proud of you and how far you have come on your journey. Sit back and take a minute to see your progress and celebrate it. Well Done!