Always Adapting

Every caregiver of a loved one with dementia knows it is helpful to adapt to the changes that confront us. I get that, but I don’t adapt at the first signs of change. In fact, I often work hard not to give in to the changes that are required. Giving in has its benefits though. The big one is that you don’t have to fret over the fact that what you want isn’t going to happen.

That’s my introduction to the change I made yesterday. You may have read one or two posts in the past few weeks that conveyed my desire for Kate to get up early on the days we have a sitter, especially on Monday when the sitter arrives at noon. I started our custom of going to Panera each morning so that Kate could get a muffin. As we became acquainted with the staff and some of the regulars, I felt the social encounters we had were good for her. It has been a time that the two of us could share a pleasant social experience that was easy for Kate.

Earlier this summer when she started sleeping later in the morning, we had less time for Panera and sometimes missed it altogether and went straight to lunch. That didn’t present a problem for Kate. She has never expressed any disappointment about missing her muffin, Panera, or the social experiences we had there. That wasn’t true for me, however. I had grown accustomed to spending one or two hours a morning with her in a social setting. I wasn’t even eating. I just had my coffee. The difficult part was giving up the social experience. Originally, I took Kate to Panerea for her, but, ultimately, I found it was as much or more for me.

Yesterday I decided I would not rush her, but I did make an attempt to wake her in time for me to take her to lunch at Panera. She had no interest in getting up, so I decided to let her sleep. I would just ask the sitter to take her to lunch for me. Having made that decision, I relaxed and went about my business. That is the big benefit of letting go. I’m not going to fret over this. From now on, we’ll go to Panera if she is up in time. Otherwise, I’ll let the sitter take her. By the way, as it turned out, Kate did get up in time for me to take her to lunch. It was almost 11:30 by then, so I called the sitter and asked her to meet us at Panera.

That only takes care of three days a week when the sitter comes. There are still four other days. There have been at least two or three days lately when we didn’t get to lunch until close to 2:00. Since I am usually up between 5:30 and 6:00, I eat an early breakfast. I’m ready for lunch between 11:30 and noon. It would be no problem to wait until 1:00, but 2:00 is stretching it. The most obvious solution to this problem is to keep something in the house to either substitute for my lunch with Kate or tide me over until then. I think I’ll just take this one day at a time. In the meantime, I’ve been snacking on a little granola. That seems to work for a limited time.