I did something last night I regret. I don't often have regrets, really never, so this hurts like a new kind of pain I'm discovering. I feel used. I feel like I have not in years and years. Dirty. Bad. Selfish.
I allowed myself too much hope last night. Too many thoughts and ideas of what Once Was, not what Is.
He can't even keep his days right anymore. The first thing he asks me when he wakes up now is no longer "I love you. I'm happy to wake up next to you" sort, now it is, "What is today, Tashi? What do I have to do? Am I seeing a nurse or doctor today?"
Physically he has sometimes 2-4 hours in a day where he is or can be active. Usually about 2 hours at a time. He sleeps a lot, and watches a LOT of movies/streaming stuff. With his memory issues he's finding it harder to watch TV with commercials, by the time the show is back on he's forgotten what's happened. Watching on DVD or streaming helps with that, he can keep his focus better and enjoy watching.
I try to read to him when I can. He asked me the other day to start getting the daily paper; getting news from blogs and sites is too confusing, so he wants to just look at the paper. He has not kept up with the news in years, I fill him in on the topics of the Daily Show and other things, but emotionally he can't distance himself; it's why I stopped reading him news years ago about the Affordable Care Act, or other AZ laws that have been enacted in the past few years which literally can kill him.
It hurts. I had a moment yesterday to stop that hurt. I took it. I regret it.
I feel like I've cheated on my husband and the man I swore to love to his death, with I'm not even sure. Who ever is wearing my husband as an Edgar suit right now.
I wonder if there's another tumor hiding in there? Eating up my husband, my love, and leaving this poor shell that doesn't even know he is being hollowed out.
He lives Groundhog day every single day, and only barely knows it. It hurts to watch how far he has come down. It hurts to see him give up the things that made him happy because they are just too dangerous or he can't be trusted to properly supervise himself. He's in an Adult body, but he cannot take care of himself. In any real way, he can't.
I know he has Hospice folks in almost every day to check on us. I worry they don't see what I do. They are not here 24/7 and don't always see him fall apart- lately he's been letting help in so they can. I worry since Wash is able to project himself into some level of "normalcy" for sometimes an hour at a time, people don't believe me. They don't see how much he's lost of himself.
Then again, I can't keep my own house clean anymore- not and watch him- I am falling to pieces, and I wonder if they can see that he cannot help. He wants to, he does! But saying you are going to do something for 5 days in a row, staring at it, but not doing a thing.... this is what he does. He cannot be honest with himself or with me. That hurts so much.
I could make provisions, I could make plans, I could ask for more regular help if he would be honest- first to himself and to me. But he cannot. He cannot see that what he says he never does, he has no follow through. That's the cancer. I don't know if it is cancer or Wash though, that does not want to face the truth, or even hear it from me.
It's a sharp Guillotine above my head. He was once an adult who had a complete brain. He was a genius. Now he cannot remember what day it is. He's 27. I infantalize him for safety, win/lose. I treat him as an adult and spend all my time fixing, repairing what he's messed or broken win/lose.
Either way, it is painful for me, and then I still have a blade rushing towards my own head.
Too many tears.