Saturday, June 23, 2012
June 23, 2012...He is groggy this morning, looking like he could fall back to sleep at the table. He is feeding himself his banana, but needing help with the oatmeal.
Between spoons of oatmeal he asked me" how did I get into this mess”, spreading his hands over the dining room table. I was not sure what he meant, still not sure I do. I asked him to explain. He said about the house, and all the hassle, was it all worth it. He did not say specifically his condition. He asked if I own the house. I told him yes. So I am not sure he knows who I am or where he is. He finished his oatmeal, and his eggs and bun and juice. He took to his woodworking magazines and seemed absorbed so I went to the computer.
He is still subdued, drowsy. Maybe he will sleep at the table for awhile. He does that sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for hours. I have been sitting in my office for a while now and he has not called me. So he is probably sleeping. I will check on him in a few minutes.
I have mixed feelings when he sleeps. I get some “free” time but I cannot go anywhere. I cannot do anything that will disturb his sleep. I can’t get involved in something that requires a commitment of my time and attention because if he wakes and calls me I must drop what I am doing.
It's time to check on him and maybe go see if there is any mail. It's a beautiful day, not too hot or humid. Maybe we'll go grocery shopping later.
My helpers are here Monday through Friday, so Saturday and Sunday I am on my own.
This being Saturday, I had no help to get husband out of bed. He wanted to get out of be right away, not waiting for his pills to kick in. The last few days I have needed help to get him up and into his wheelchair. This morning I am on my own.
This morning he seemed strong enough to help himself a little. I use his ability to grasp and hold his assisting bars to determine how much strength he has. I got him sitting on the edge of the bed holding onto his support bars. From this position, on days when he is able, I shift his body sideways onto his wheelchair and he uses his legs to raise himself to clear the side arm of the wheelchair. I tried to get him to his chair like I normally do when he has some strength to stand. I got his tail bone to the chair with him still hanging on to his bars. I could not get him to stand nor could I leave him alone at the front of the chair while I went around back to try t pull him in. So I tried to push with my knees against his, but he was not able to hold himself up any longer and started to slide to the floor. I told him to let himself down easy as I pulled the wheelchair out and away from him. When his tail was on the floor I pulled the chair out the rest of the way and lowered his head to the floor onto a pillow.
Fortunately I have had to get him off the floor on a few occasions so I knew how to use the Hoyer lift ( a mechanical lifting device) to get him up. I got the sling under him and jacked him up. I jacked him high enough to get his wheelchair under him and lowered him into the chair. We went the dining room table for breakfast. His pills kicked in about 30 minutes after he was into his wheelchair. Some days it can take an hour or more for the pills to start working. And sometimes they don’t seem to work at all. He has been taking these same pills for 14 years. We were told in the beginning that the pills will lose their effectiveness after about 8 years. So I guess we’re lucky they still work for him. When they work.
|corner filed off so Hoyer can get in|
He’s reading now. I have the air conditioner on. The cats are running around because it is cool enough to be active. (when it’s too warm they sleep) I hope he doesn’t decide to go to the shop to do wood working. Although I might be a good change for me to work at something other than sewing or getting votes for the grant.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Will you vote for me?
Today I spent 90% of my time on the telephone gathering e mail addresses so I could send the link for voting for Caregivers Aide for the $250,000 grant sponsored by Chase Bank. I have the grant application completed and in review by my SBA contact before I actually hit the SUBMIT button.
The terms of the grant state that applicants must receive 250 votes on the Mission: Small Business voting site by June 30, 2012. Voting requires logging into a Facebook account. So not just ANYONE can vote, only FB members. If the applicant does not have the 250 votes, their application will not even be considered. So, considering the amount I may win, the hours spent gathering votes is well worth the effort.
My main business, besides caring for my husband, is seamstress. I have been sewing my whole life but hung out my shingle, that is advertised my business, in 1999 when I came home to be with my husband. While I was still working as a bookkeeper at my last job I would repair and alter clothing for my coworkers during my lunch hour. This was when I realized the potential of using my skills.
When I started sewing at home in 1999 I started a log book of names, phone numbers and descriptions of the work to be done so I would know what work was still to be done and just what I had to do. I have 10+ years of logs. I never thought much about those logs other than their intended use to contact the clothing’s owner when the job was ready to be picked up. Today I dug out the books from the last couple years and called all my old customers asking if they use Facebook and if so, would they vote for me.
I started getting hoarse around 4 pm , but what a gratifying day. I called about 100 people, spoke with most, left messages with others. I received 41 email addresses I will use to send voting information. The others either have no computer, or do not use Facebook. This does not surprise me. A lot of my customers are retired and do not need a computer. And Facebook is a lot more complicated than it seems. Some of these customers I have not seen or spoke to since I performed their sewing several years ago. But when I told them who I was and why I was calling they were anxious to help. And some who did not have computers gave me names of their friends who do use Facebook, friends they would ask to vote for me.
Brendon Burchard, a motivation and high performance trainer, lists three considerations for living a satisfying, productive life: Have I lived? Have I loved? And have I made a difference in the world, did I matter? While I am not, never have been the fireball of energy he seems to be, I do believe I can answer all his questions with a satisfying Yes. Today’s response to my phone calls to customers that in some cases I met only once a few years ago makes it all worthwhile. I’ll never get financially rich from my sewing business (hence trying to start up this second business that requires a grant) but I’m sure having fun and making some great friends.
Please vote for Caregivers Aide to help us qualify for the grant - please follow the link below:
The terms of the grant are that I must receive 250 votes on their voting site by June 30 before they will even look at my application. To vote you will need to log into a Facebook account.
I will use the grant to purchase materials, labor, and machinery needed to go forward with a distributor that has expressed interest in my products, and all the required packaging etc.
Here is the link. https://www.missionsmallbusiness.com/
Go to “Log in & Support”
When you get to the voting site you will need to scroll down and type in the company name:
Caregivers Aide, LLC Pennsylvania Auburn
and hit SEARCH. If you have entered the information correctly it will give you my full address and how many have voted. On the lower right there will be a VOTE button. Click that button and you are done. You can then share this with other Facebook users, or just forward this email to anyone you think might vote for me.
I value and appreciate all your efforts on my behalf. And please ask your friends, family and co-workers to vote too. The more votes the better.
Pets need Caregivers too - continued
In September 2011 Tippy wanted to “live“in our van. We had a dog years ago that did the same thing near his death. He wanted to live in the van we had at that time. Now when Tippy wanted the same thing I knew it was not a good sign. In the cold months of November, December, and January I had an electric space heater hooked up to an outlet in the garage with a long extension cord so she would not be cold in the van. Some mornings it was 20 degrees! I would start the van, turn on the van's heater, and plug in the electric heater at 6 am so it would be warmer when she came out around 8 am. I put a doggie rain coat on her to help keep her warm and the belly bandages covered her groin.
I had bed pads on the floor of the van. I fed her during the day in the van. I could lift her butt to help her in but could not lift her down. I had to use the wheelchair lift to get her down from the van. I used a Bed Sled to move her around inside the van. Tippy came back into the house every day around 4 pm.
Life was difficult for Tippy and time draining for me, but I loved her so much.
The last Saturday Tippy was with me, when it was time for her to come into the house, I used the Bed Sled to pull her over to the door of the van and onto the wheelchair lift. I got her down to the ground and slid her off the lift. She was still not able to get up. I could not lift or carry her. I stood in the street in front of my house and flagged down a couple neighbors to help me get her into the house.
They carried her on the Bed Sled onto the wheelchair elevator so I could get her upstairs. I dragged her off the elevator into the house and left her lay. Awhile later she got up and went into the living room to lie on the bed pad there. That was where she stayed most of the night. She was able to get up and walk to the wheelchair elevator twice during the night to urinate in the yard. But she had such a hard time of it. She collapsed on the sidewalk coming back to the house. I was able to help her up but could not carry her. She managed to walk back onto the elevator and we went back into the house.
She was the same the next day. She wanted to go back to the van but I could not count on having neighbors handy to move her again so made her stay in the house.
That night, Sunday, I emailed the vet telling him her condition and requested he put her to sleep the next morning. I requested he do the job in the van so she would not get excited or anxious. She always barked and made an excited fuss when we went to the vet. Now I did not want to make it more difficult for her.
The vet and his assistant were wonderful. They climbed into the van with Tippy, checked her over and administered the drug to calm her down. This alone nearly put her down. Then they administered the final drug and within minutes she was gone. So peaceful. I think Tippy stayed on with me as long as she could. But she was tired and ready to go.
She is now buried in our yard alongside Tobie, her brother who died 2 years ago from another disease. I picture them playing together again with no pain of arthritis or hip dysplasia. I miss her and Tobie.
The 4 kittens I wrote about last year are still here. The Lord works in ways we cannot imagine. Now that Tippy is gone, the cats (they are no longer kittens) fill the void. Don asks “where’s the cats?” now, instead of “Where’s Tippy?”
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Tippy Part 1
We buried Tippy Toes, our black lab, Jan 31.
Tippy had tumors most of her life but they were fatty tumors, not painful and of no danger to her. Then she developed a tumor on her lower abdomen that was cancerous. It appeared literally “suddenly”. She had been for her check up and was fine. Two days later I found this growth and thought she had bit herself too hard chasing fleas. I watched it for a week and it did not go down in size. I went back to the vet. They aspirated it (drew fluid) and found it was a mast cell tumor.
This new tumor did not seem to bother her. The vet said it could be removed but with her age she may not survive the anesthesia. She was 13 years old. We took her home and tried to keep her comfortable. The vet explained this kind of tumor would fill up and drain, and fill up again. He said it was full of histamine. Like what we get when we have sinus trouble. We take anti-histamines.
Over the next couple months this tumor began to drain. I made a belly wrap for her with changeable bandages, made from the cut offs from the bed pads we make. The bandage had Velcro to attach it to the wrap that went over her back and held it in place over her belly. It looked like a life vest for dogs. At first I changed it once a day. A month later it was twice a day. Since they were bed pad material they were washable. I did not put them into the wash machine, although I could have. I did not want to have any residue from the bandages in our clothing. So every day I was hand washing these bandages. By the fifth month I was changing the pads three times a day. It drained so much I think she was dehydrating simply because of losing so much fluid. The last couple weeks she would not eat, and drank very little. Chicken in broth with mashed potatoes had been a favorite but she had no interest now. She lived on a few milk bones for a couple days, and then did not want them either. She was still alert and tried to get around as best she could.
Tippy had hip dysplasia since birth. So she always had trouble getting around. From age 6 months I gave her Glyco-flex for dogs, like the glucosamine that people take. It made a huge difference in her ability to move around. Now at 13 she had arthritis to deal with too.
With all this, she never eliminated in the house. Even in her last days. When she did have to go, she managed to get herself up and walk to the door. For the last month I let her use my husband’s wheelchair elevator to get out the house without having to do the stairs. I had bed pads down on the carpet in her favorite places to catch the fluid that leaked passed the bandages and to catch any accidents.