We're all trying hard not to hurt one another, but the situation is inherently painful. We're like bowling pins, banging into each other--getting set up, knocked down, set up again, as outside momentum smashes us to the floor and tosses us into the walls.
Pins and people react to forces beyond their control. The reaction is opposite and equal, painful properties are conserved, and friction sets our nerves aflame.
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So true! How do you do it? How do you manage?
My husband describes illness as a drop in a pool, it is the ripples you have to watchout for. Well ALS is a waterfall and you are in the waves!
When I was in the midst of everything I wrote a (very bad) poem about grief and likened it to a huge blanket of fog, and how everyone who was in the fog kept bumping into one another and hurting each other. It must be extraordinarly difficult for all of you to keep from stepping on one another as you try to help him. Your description is way better than mine was, but I know precisely what you're talking about.
Such great comments here and all so very true.
The upside is that this happens because everyone cares so very much. Just remind yourself of that when the bumps happen. Grab somebody and hug them. Or do what I did....one time, not my best moment but anyway, I just started slapping my dear brother while I was driving no less. That broke the ice and got us laughing and back on the same page. But all I heard for at least 1 minute was Ow Ow OWWWWW. lol Made me feel better :)
p.s. He's not sick so it was okay to slap him. He's not living here in the day to day either so..you know..he sort of deserved it. I've never hit anyone before but, well, there it is.
Christine, Sis B, Carrie: it helps to hear that you three know what I'm talking about.
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