Last month a number of events tipped the scales of order in my life. My father had surgery and was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. The resulting family confusion showed me that we have reached the point where I must be present for my parent’s medical appointments. So a new pattern will have to emerge. Medical appointments, work, and family must be balanced. Still working that out, and knowing it won’t settle until the immediate issues of possible surgeries, and scheduled follow-up is determined in the coming week.
I have worked with seniors for many years, and am well acquainted with the challenges of dementia and memory issues. Managing those challenges is one thing when it involves people outside the immediate family. It is quite something different when it is family. Never have I been more fascinated with the working of the brain than I am at the moment. How thoughts morph from one clearly defined set of information , into something only vaguely related is amazing, and might be frustrating, if I were not more familiar with this process.
Taking a breath… and then another… remaining calm in chaos… quieting stressed out parents with frayed nerves… reassuring siblings about monitoring the medical visits and overall process… stepping back and observing, where I am tempted to rush in and “fix” the situation… learning, learning. And somewhere in the middle of all this, operating a single practitioner business, raising two teen sons, and looking for the ways and times for self-care. Patience, patience with children, parents, clients, and self… patience and breathing.