A Prayer for the Caregiver
by Bruce McIntyre
Unknown and often unnoticed, you are a hero nonetheless.
For your love, sacrificial, is God at his best.
You walk by faith in the darkness of the great unknown,
And your courage, even in weakness, gives life to your beloved.
You hold shaking hands and provide the ultimate care:
Your presence, the knowing, that you are simply there.
You rise to face the giant of disease and despair,
It is your finest hour, though you may be unaware.
You are resilient, amazing, and beauty unexcelled,
You are the caregiver and you have done well!
Several years ago I was on vacation in North Carolina with my husband, kids, parents and my aunt and her boyfriend. One night after dinner we went around the table and asked each other the questions that James Lipton asks celebrities at the end of the TV show, Inside The Actor’s Studio. The last question he asks is, “If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?” My answer to that question was that I’d like to hear the words, “You did a good job.” I’ve always tried to do a good job, whether it was raising my kids, being productive at work, or just by being kind to everyone. I’ve always tried to be a good person and do the right thing.
I’m not a religious person. I’ve never had use for organized religion, but I definitely believe in God and consider myself a spiritual person. My relationship with God is personal, and I don’t feel a need to share it with other people. However, in my daily life when I’m struggling with a decision, or unkind feelings, or coping with stress, I frequently ask myself what God would want me to do. Daily life with a sick spouse can be filled with stress, frustration, anger, resentment, sadness, loneliness, isolation, and exhaustion. This is especially true when your day also includes raising children, managing a household, and working.
Over the past several months, it’s been a real struggle for me to deal with the resentment I have for my husband, our life together, and my life personally due to an illness we have no control over. I’ve watched my husband go from a man who was always extremely energetic, busy, and on the go from morning until night, become a man who has so little energy that even the shortest tasks exhaust him. I’ve watched him go from the life of the party to someone who stares into space, wanders around the house, and sleeps for long periods of time. It’s extremely hard not to feel resentful when I’m running around taking care of the daily needs of three kids, myself, my husband, a household, and be responsible to go to a job. I often feel like he is here physically, but his mind is tuned out.
I resent that everything is on my shoulders. My plate is overflowing. It makes me not want to do things for him. I do it anyway. It makes me want to run for the hills sometimes. I daydream about what it would be like to run away from it all. But I stay. It makes me fantasize about life after the illness, when he’s gone someday. That will be an awful day, but it will be liberating, too. All of these things make me feel guilty. It’s a daily struggle, a never ending cycle of resentment, fantasy, guilt. We aren’t even at the point that my husband needs personal care, but I’m overwhelmed. I had breakfast yesterday with my friend Yvonne. She is my dear friend of 41 years. I told her all of this and said, “I’m not even really his caregiver yet.” Her response was, “you still have the mental stress.” That acknowledgement was priceless for me.
I came home from breakfast and found the above poem. I believe that sometimes God sends signs. I believe that poem was a sign for me. “For your love, sacrificial, is God at his best.” That line changed my entire perspective. God works through us to help people who need it most. It made me remember that question that I hadn’t asked myself in a while…what would God want me to do? My husband is in need of someone to be here for him, not only to meet his physical needs, but emotional support, and to provide a home environment where it’s okay to feel lousy, and sleep, and just be sick. When the days get rough, and the stress gets high, I will read this poem to remind myself of the good I’m doing for my husband and the example I’m setting for my children. I’m sure there will be many days that are a challenge for me as a spouse caregiver. I’m only human. Hopefully, there will be fewer days of resentment, and more days appreciating the time I have with my husband and making his years as comfortable as possible.
Every single word of this is our life. I’d do anything for my husband, but it’s really hard some days to stay positive.
You are amazing and are doing a great job with all you have to do! Jason is blessed to have you hold his hand thru this horrible thing that has bestowed your lives! ❤❣❤
You make me cry. Thank you for always being there, supporting us, helping our family day after day. We are EVER grateful for everything you and Dad have done for us. With no hesitation, you are there to lend a hand. We love you more than you know. Every day I thank God for you. ❤
I love you more than YOU know ! I am grateful for our relationship, and I will always do my best to do whatever I can to help you! After all you are my child! I am going to copy that poem down and put it on the frig as a reminder to me what you go thru on a daily basis! We are very fortunate to have each other! ❤
Thank you X
unless you have walked the same path, you have no idea what its like…nice poem.
And I can definitely relate to that story as well I now have so many beautiful memories very true
The proem is beautiful
I appreciate this article so much.
Thanks for sharing the poem!
Beautiful poem ..
The poem is beautiful I can definitely relate to that story as well I now have so many beautiful memories
The poem is beautiful, just sent it to a friend