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CAREGIVER
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where in an
InteliHealth interview one of the nation's leading medical experts
talks about compassion fatigue.
In this approach I'll post
Mom sure fits that description because of what she's been through in the last decade. Before our Cancer came Mom had a hard time with Menopause, which led into the hardship of a parent watching her son fight for his life through 3 remissions. Then when I recovered Dad and I tag teamed and he went into the ring and unfortunately was counted out. When I was a caregiver for Dad watching him suffer, I wanted so much to trade places, to somehow ease him of some of his pain. During one the visits to see Dad in the hospital I was overcome by an emotion, one that I will never forget. I felt as if we had changed roles. All my life he has been my guidance, my strength. Those eyes were looking for answers. Answers that I could not give. It was almost as if he was asking me to tell him how I had overcome my cancer and what he should do next. At that point I wish I had a magic wand I could have waved to make him better or knowledge of a medical procedure to use to buy time but with his histology, there weren't any options. Experiencing this helped me to associate with the roller coaster ride of emotions Mom has gone through and continues to go through worrying about me and the environment NHL brings.
Q: What causes it?
A: Compassion fatigue comes from a
variety of sources. Although it often affects those working in care
giving professions — nurses, physicians, mental health workers and
clergymen — it can affect people in any
kind of situation or setting where they're doing a great deal of care
giving and expending emotional and
physical energy day in and
day out.
Health Care professionals have the luxury (but they have to learn how to do it) of leaving the office behind when they go home but what happens when the care giving is done mostly from the home. My parents have always been home bodies and would rather entertain than be entertained and when Dad got sick the caring environment became a 24 hours zone with little room for retreat to regroup and recharge, and Mom wasn't about to change her lifestyle overnight and still finds it hard to do so today.
Q: Who is most at risk of developing
compassion fatigue?
A: Although those in the health care and
mental health professions are most at risk of developing these
feelings, it is not limited to these arenas. It affects those who don't
work outside the home as severely as those who do. Take someone who is actively engaged in taking care of a family member, especially during a crisis period when there is a higher need to give out
feelings of compassion and sensitivity. If the crisis doesn't pass quickly and
the individual continues functioning at this level, they are just as
susceptible to compassion fatigue over time as those in high risk
professions.
Also the level of care needed for the loved one will increase anxiety levels. I had trouble giving myself Neupogen shots so I can only imagine how it feels when your caring for a loved one and you don't want to do anything wrong that could harm the patient. Did I change the dressing properly and why is the Morphine Drip regulator beeping again especially at three in the morning ? What do I do? The medical team fills you in on everything but things happen so fast that you doubt yourself. I did giving myself shots.
Q: What are some telltale signs of
compassion fatigue?
A: First, you should understand that
it's a process. It's not a matter of one day, you're living your life
with a great deal of energy and enjoyment, and the next, you wake up
exhausted and devoid of any energy — both physical and emotional. Compassion fatigue develops over time — taking weeks, sometimes years to surface.
Basically,
it's a low level, chronic clouding of caring and concern for others in
your
life — whether you work in or outside the home. Over time, your ability
to
feel and care for others becomes eroded through overuse of your skills
of
compassion. You also might experience an emotional blunting — whereby
you
react to situations differently than one would normally expect.
Mom taught me how to be a giver but I don't see that in her as much these days. She's still there in the important areas but it's in the little things that I can see the difference and it certainly didn't happen overnight. This isn't an easy topic to talk about because I love her dearly but she's lost her joy for life when she lost Dad and now she's searching for her new role, totally out of esteem. In her search she has become defensive and sometimes testy and I understand why and I will continue to help her through this. Recently I brought a social outing to her (experienced the wrath) and was rewarded by seeing her smile throughout the day and every time she talked about it from then on . She wasn't given a chance to say no on this one but it was done in her environment and something she needed but wouldn't do on her own.
Q: If you have this condition, what
can you do?
A: The most critical need is to
acknowledge that you may be experiencing it. All of us have multiple
demands and energy drains in our lives — some positive, some negative —
which all require a great deal of emotional and physical attention.
There are, however, many hands-on things you can do to mitigate the
feelings of compassion fatigue. For one, start refocusing on yourself.
Before you can tend to and be sensitive to the needs of others, you
have to take care of your own well-being. This can be as simple as
getting plenty of rest, becoming more aware of your dietary and
recreational habits, and cutting out negative addictions in your life
like nicotine, alcohol and caffeine. Remember, the healing process
takes
time, as does the development of the problem.
I'm going to help Mom get over this by communicating my health status with her at the level she needs and be more patient to her inquiries and concerns to help ease her insecurities. I always said that one thing that I would do differently is to make sure more family and friends were kept up to date on my status,.. right from the start, to ward off hearsay. My parents called from Mattawa one day and were coming to get me ( in Toronto ) because they had heard that I had lost forty pounds and was sick all the time from the chemo pills I was taking. It was then that I assured them that I was telling them everything, and my word was the word. Today I still find myself defending my word. Living with Cancer does that, everyone things you're hiding something from them. That's the dark side of Cancer, the uncertainty of ignorance, and it's ominous presence in the faces of well wishers. And now that I'm more aware of compassion fatigue I would over emphasis this point to people that need to hear everything.
I wish I would have had this insight a decade ago. No matter how strong you are all caregivers eventually need help and despite your strong will, you can't do it all by yourself and if you try it will have serious side effects. The confusion of initial diagnosis creates a makeshift mold for the ladder of responsibility, based on a hope of fast recovery but if this doesn't happen then the burnout will occur because you will be in over your head for too long a time. Learn to delegate right from the start and ease other caregivers into the picture. Most loved one are reluctant and scared of the role but if you hold their hand and show them the way to understanding, most will get by those first monumental hurdles of insecurities. Pay attention to who does what well with the patient and take advantage of the comfortableness to help ease your role. Discover the network of caregivers around you: identify, delegate and draw strength from their words and actions.
You are the patients life line. The burden of providing care -- from dressing, to eating, and even to giving needles is all yours and it will be physically and emotionally draining. You're there through thick and thin, from initial diagnosis, to the history that lies forth whatever it will be, but a direct caregiver just the same. Along with the hardships you reap the rewards that remission brings, the joys of understanding what living is all about, when you get the chance to do just that, the utter enjoyment of taking a simple breath. In a way you become their TWIN in so many emotional ways. But all good things must come to an end and you do the hardest thing that you will ever do in your life, watch a love one succumb.
DIRECT CAREGIVER (SUB)GOOD FRIEND CAREGIVER
You are my lifeline outside my immediate family. You're there for me when I need to call on someone I can count on, to come through when I need you most. Your the kind of person who would say things like "if anyone can beat this thing you can" and you give me strength through your words and actions. Your not intimidated by the big C and have tried to understand what I was going through all along, fighting your insecurities along the way and believe me I salute you for that.
ACQUAINTANCE CAREGIVER
When we meet you want to shake my hand and find out how I am and are genuinely concerned. We may not know each other that well but our paths have crossed and I appreciate your kind words. You might give me an example of when you thought of the way I handled my hardships to deal with yours.
RELUCTANT CAREGIVER
You use others to achieve the same
results. You don't
communicate with me directly but I hear of what you said or did.
Unfortunately most
people fall in this category because of the ominest presence cancer
casts
and the fear of its uncertainty and darkness.
LONG
DISTANCE CAREGIVER
You have a wall in between you and
the
patient in distance, but you communicate however you can.
INSPIRATIONAL CAREGIVER
You range from celebrities facing the same battle (Saku Koivu and Andres Galarraga famous pro players, shining after beating NHL), to someone I heard has lived with NHL for over 20 years now. Even though I don't know you I'm overwhelmed by the example you set. You give me strength to fight on like all caregiver do.
When I decided to put Dads Story on the Internet I had no idea at the time that it would provide strength to help get me through the ordeal of being a caregiver. Communicating with the world brought him strength through words that he would never have experienced and allowed me the outlet to regroup and recharge through others going through, or having been through the same thing. My outlet was talk and exercise and not having to be in a 24 hour care giving environment.
Mom hasn't been as fortunate. Being a 24 hour caregiver takes it toll especially after the history with me. If I could go back and start this all over for Moms sake I would been more open to her inquiries of trying to understand initially and throughout my battles. But I was confused and angry and never reassured her enough and I'm not sure if I could have, but I could have tried harder. However, back then I didn't have the wisdom and experience that I have today, so I can't be too hard on myself. I never was one to dwell on the past too long so I'm going to concentrate on being there for Mom from now on.
Caregivers have to be aware that they need to take care of themselves. Getting well needs a positive, healthy, environment, so that the patient can harness your strength towards their will to press on. You need outlets to get away from it all, as hard as that can be sometimes. You can't do it all, especially if the job gets lengthy so MAKE the time to regroup and recharge and it will be the best thing you can do for the patient.
TAKE CARE
IT'S A
TOUGH JOB BUT SOMEBODY HAS TO DO IT
DIRECT
CAREGIVER OBSERVATIONS
Having been through cancer it was easier for me to treat Dad as I always had. That's so important for family members because the patient will get enough anxiety from others who don't know how to react to the situation.
Dad likes to tease his boys and be teased so even to the end I would try to use humour to help ease his pain even when laughing brought on more. I could always tell when he was trying hard to communicate because he would focus with his good eye. My joking about it eventually helped us communicate when it got rough.
Loved one's are often the victims of a patients wrath, try to understand.
Dad came back from the Hospital having hospitalitist and I could see he had been taking it out on Mom. A quick reality check (Hey I've been there, you're home) brought him back down to earth.
A rebellious, streaking, IV pulled out Dad, lashing out at his sons for not being able to go home from the hospital at 5:30 in the morning ( so you want a be a nurse).
Even if you're prepared it will get emotional.
Pride forces you to be strong to push on with the hope that it will go away but it only seems to get stronger and it takes over your life, engulfing you in it's suffocating state.
Pain a caregivers worse nightmare being a TWIN. Here's what worked for me in dealing with the pain.
1. I forced myself to stay awake as
long as I could so that I was so exhausted I could squeeze in a couple
of hours rather than a couple of minutes.
2. I used the minimum amount of
painkillers during the day so I had a stockpile for the long night.
3. With me the pain shifted so I tried
new position that seemed to work for awhile and kept adapting to
something that worked (quite difficult when the pain was extreme when I
was laying down).
4. I kept everything I needed near by
so that on good nights I'd wake up and take more pills and luckily fall
back asleep.
5. If I couldn't sleep then I wouldn't
fight it and I spent many a night surfing or watching the tube.
I had pain for about a year with the last few months at extreme levels (no sleep). My belief is to use as few pain killers as possible to cut down on their side effects and I was lucky enough to have local radiation relieve the pain and a Peripheral Stem Cell transplant bring on remission so I never had to use heavy pain killers but I was very close to asking. My Dad provided the same example for me in his battles but I was so glad when he asked for something to ease the pain. He went from morphine pills to a morphine drip and for awhile their was control between the pain killers and his sanity but with the increase in the morphine came "His Super Dreaming". It instantly cut like a knife when he told me during this time " the nurses think I'm faking". The patient's pain tolerance will determine there level of assistance but be aware of the side effects and how to deal with them. Eventually it was the amount of Morphine needed to fight the pain that gave Dad an out. There was good and bad during this time : Humorous Occasions from statements like "Don't step on the dog on your way out" and Trying Times from statements like "I just want it over". Pain it scares me for I have felt its wrath.
Fight the uncertainties and communicate.
During my stay with him his strength amazed me even under these conditions and I had a hard time keeping him from struggling and I had a new found appreciation for the nurses responsible in administrating his care. I've never been so scared in all my life, not even when I was in danger. During this last visit I was determined to get a response from Dad. Despite the struggles I held his hand and let him know I was there. Several times he would calm down and I could tell he was trying hard to focus through his good eye. Then he would hold out his arms like a small child would and I'd hug and kiss him and we would have a good cry together, AND I TOLD HIM NOT TO FIGHT IT, something he needed to hear from me.
During one of the quiet periods I held his hand like he used to hold mine when I was young, caressing the top of the hand and administered a series of love taps. I did the procedure several times at the same time asking him if he remembered who did this. A smile came to his face, one that I will always remember and one that I will always cherish because it was something that I wanted to remember him by, not the person I first saw when I entered the room. For him to fight through the pain and find the strength to smile showed how much he loved me and told me that he felt my love, and it happened because I made the effort to try to communicate with him.