Caregiving

Caregiving

  • Our Marathon Begins.

    Our Marathon Begins.

    A Race that Can Kill. The word ‘marathon’ comes from the story of a Greek warrior who ran home from the battlefield, over 26 miles, to bring the message of victory. After delivering the victorious news, so the story goes, he collapsed and died on the spot. So I guess the race itself can kill. We didn’t really know or understand that we were entering into our very own personal marathon. The difference was that we were looking for ‘victory,’ not singing its praises. The days leading up to our appointment at the Boise Neuro Clinic, passed in a blur of both excitement and anticipation. It was good to be moving forward, to be hopeful that life would become normal once again and all would, or at least could, be well again. Having never faced anything as forbiddingly unknown as we now faced, I think Renée and I had kind of an optimistic faith in modern medicine to cure anything that came our way. Doctors and other medical experts were up there on the pedestal of ‘All- knowing and all powerful,’ and there was nothing they couldn’t cure. We Began our ‘Ultimate’ Commitment. The legendary football coach Vince Lombardi, once said, “…fatigue makes cowards of us all.” Why did he say that? I suspect he was looking for a greater commitment from his players. He wanted them to work hard in the weight room and improve their conditioning, far from the adoring crowds. He got it. If you are committed you will make better choices. And those choices will augment your commitment. We all have a free will. Our will is something we all struggle to control. Sometimes we do the very things we shouldn’t. We have that second piece of pie. We skip our exercise. We drive too fast. And the list goes on. To make an ‘ultimate commitment’ as a caregiver, is very hard. We hesitate because we know it involves… work! And with the kind of deep commitment needed, there is no going back. Seriously, there is nothing wishy-washy about that kind of commitment. An ‘Ultimate Commitment’ Will Make the Difference. You must choose to commit yourself to the afflicted person, whether it be your spouse, your friend or in our case our baby girl. You are committing to never leave them or forsake them. To never give up on them… ever. Read more…

  • A Small Miracle.

    A Small Miracle.

    ‘Hello Jessica-Land’ Early the next week, following the events on that traumatic Friday, our phone rang. Renée answered. “Hello, Mrs. Walker, this is the Boise Neuro Clinic calling…” the voice said, “…due to a cancellation, we have an opening sooner than we expected.” In amazement, Renée struggled to respond. When we had left the doctor’s office on Friday, December 29, the crisp winter air felt just a little colder, the wind more penetrating, and the night darker than it had ever been. We were full of uncertainty, the unknown was looming, and our little world was sailing into an ever widening orbit. We were struggling with our emotions and doubts and the uncertainty of the situation… ‘What was wrong?’ ‘Would Jessica be okay?’ ‘Why was this happening?’ Our hearts were full of fear and uncertainty that night, as we returned home emotionally spent. Renée and I agreed, as we talked it over, that waiting for three or maybe as long as six months would be exquisite torture. The four hour wait we had just endured in the doctor’s waiting room had seemed like an eternity. How would we ever stand it? I remember the feeling of my fear of the unknown. It was so tangible, I could feel it pressing down on us. We turned to Our Faith in God. Our faith had grown from the first week of our married life thirteen years before, as we started reading the Bible together every night. We weren’t very sophisticated about it. We just started at the front and read all the way to the back. When we had arrived home that day, we had spent a lot of time on the phone sharing with our little network of friends and we asked them all to pray for us. We needed to see the neurologist now! That was the essence of our prayer request and the word went out, and many people began to pray for us. “I know this is short notice,” the calm voice continued, “…but could you come this Wednesday morning?” …she paused, waiting for a response. Renée still couldn’t believe her ears. “You mean this week? …this Wednesday?” She finally said breathlessly. “Yes. Is that too soon?” said the voice. “NO! We’ll be there,” Renée answered, “We WILL be there!” Welcome to ‘Jessica-land.’ Renée hung up the phone in stunned silence. Read more…