Some days it is heartbreaking to watch her struggling with some small task such as brushing her teeth. I find that if I merely get away from her line of sight that I am able to collect myself and not openly cry about what it means to me to see her struggling.

Then finally the meds kick in and she is no longer physically struggling but her head is elsewhere.

But does openly weeping help me cope? I think about that when it happens. This disease can and is very emotional and sadness is not the only emotion. There is love, anger, frustration, empathy and a greater range of nuance than I am able to express. Disappointment, fear, anxiety, hope, there are many. And everything is worse at night.

Some time ago it occurred to me that occasionally I would feel overwhelmed with our situation. It really did not matter what was the current overwhelming event. Name one; incontinence, memory loss, impostor syndrome, nostalgia and longing for what was, anxiety about the future, any one of those or all of those together. I felt a strong necessity to weep. So I did and tried to avoid doing that in front of Cheryl so that she would not be concerned. She seems unable to comprehend ours and her own situation. That aspect is the silver lining in her Parkinson with added dementia.

In my case sadness and heartbreak tends to show up when I am thinking about how to help her or reading some sage advice about how to respond to a situation that I felt poorly about how I reacted, and I am listening to a nostalgic melody. Michael Buble sings all Cheryl’s favorite songs, some of which are nostalgic to me also. (I avoid Michael for that very reason.)

It is often hard for me to talk about it to others. My voice chokes. I used to be embarrassed. (It is a man thing.) More and more I wonder if we do not do a disservice to young men by not encouraging them to show emotion in a healthy way. Men, not all but many, tend to suppress emotion in an unhealthy way. Later they lash out and do not know why. (Teachers call it acting out.)

Thinking about it, I can only remember seeing my father openly cry once. That was after getting news that mom had had a heart attack and needed bypass surgery. He suddenly realized how close he had come to losing her and he was overwhelmed. Dad was pretty stoic about most things. This one time in the hospital, however, the dam burst. Mom had also been pretty stoic about what ever pain she was feeling. She first felt ill on a car trip to Florida and Dad drove all the way home at her urging. I would have done the same thing. We learn everything our parents can teach us. (There are some very funny commercial messages that exploit this issue.)

If I have been holding on too long, I blast off at someone else. If it was you and you are reading this, please accept my apology and try to understand that I am my own worst enemy. If I choke up in some discussion about Cheryl, just give me a moment. Do not look away and feel embarrassed by my actions. I am not.

Carpe Diem