the disease, which for her husband is genetic, also took the life of his sister. two years in, he continues to be mobile and fairly active, walking their dog, for example. a really great thing, some might say. the journalist who did the interview talked to her about the impact of the disease, but since the story was part of a series that explores the challenges of caregiving and offers readers insights into how to get through their own caregiving experience, the focus was not only on how she was surviving being a caregiver, but also on sharing shimmers of hope and encouragement. the thing was, though, she didn’t want to tell a story of hope and encouragement, she wrote in her email, because there was none. she wanted to tell “the raw, ugly, frustrating, unfortunate truth about being a caregiver in canada.”
she described the development of migraines and insomnia, and the overwhelming emotional and mental toll of anticipatory grief — when one feels the sadness of grief even before a loss happens. though her husband was still fairly mobile, she knew what was coming, and it was paralyzing.
but what i also took from the letter was a sense of aloneness and determination to communicate that just because he didn’t fit into the typical mould of requiring gruelling round-the-clock care, it didn’t mean that her grief, stress, and worry were any less virulent. that, for her, her experience was exactly that — her experience, and not for anyone else to interpret as hopeful or less difficult or a situation in which she should find encouragement in.