It’s natural for caregivers to be vigilant about changes and signs.
It’s in the nature of our person with dementia, particularly a partner with Lewy Body, to give us cause for worry.
So when we fret, it has to be over reasonable concerns. And in measured tones.
My tendency to panic has been noted, even by Burt, who has told me to “worry about it when it happens.”
While that is not sound advice and doesn’t cut it as proper preparedness, it does go to the heart of it. I frequently try to soothe him out of an agitated state. Calm is advisable. Beats a galloping panic any time.
A quieter tone has also been the recommendation and darn if I am not working on that.
There is also a goal to find a level of acceptance.
Caregiving involves its own version of the twelve-step prayer. We seek to accept what we can not change.
I am working on that, too. My therapist pointed out that one of my little “mantras” around this life of ours is a stab at embracing acceptance.
I have taken to finishing each complaint with “It is what it is.”
It’s comforting, and it’s true.
this is our life 