“Stephanie”, sixty-six, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease eight years ago. She lives with her husband, “Stan”. As Stephanie’s needs increased, Stan retired early in order to take care of her. Funds are limited, but Stan does not want her to be anywhere else but home. They cannot afford caregivers, but so do need help.
Stephanie no longer speaks, but mumbles words. Her words make no sense, but Stan so lovingly knows what she needs or wants. It is so beautiful at how attentive he is to her. His primary focus is caring for her. His soft words to her, along with his gentle touching her to help, is so amazing.
When speaking with him about Stephanie, I got goosebumps as could so deeply feel his love for her. They live in a small one-bedroom apartment without out much glitter, but I so strongly believe they are millionaires when it comes to love and devotion.
Stephanie doesn’t quality for hospice, but we will make sure her doctor gives us a Palliative Care referral for the needed support. I wish our agency could offer more. Stan does appreciate any help that comes along. Blessings to him for always.
ADDENDUM: A few days after
this visit, I went back with our nurse to admit Stephanie to our Palliative
Care program.
PURE LOVE
He called on us to make a
visit.
He wanted to hear all about
hospice.
He knows he needs much more
help.
“Please, what can you do for
us?”
She was diagnosed with
Alzheimer’s Disease
when she was only
fifty-eight.
Her disease has progressed
dramatically
over the course of these past
eight years.
Her gait is so wobbly; she
needs him by her side.
She no longer speaks, but
mumbles.
Her confusion continues to
increase,
but he lovingly still knows
what she needs.
They have four children; who
don’t help much.
One is estranged; another
committed suicide;
while two others “just don’t
understand”.
The two of them are so truly
alone.
Recently he’s been to the
Emergency Room twice
as his stress and anxiety has
intensified.
They can’t afford hired
caregivers;
while he strongly opposes
putting her in a home.
When I asked him, “What keeps
you going?”
He answered softly with such
pure love,
that came from the deepest
part of his heart,
“My will,
My love.”
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