No One Brings a Casserole Part 2

I wrote earlier about “chronicity” and caregiving and titled the post “No One Brings a Casserole”. I wanted to follow up with some ways to help.

What can you do to help a caregiver in a chronic caregiving scenario? How can you help?

Remember that it’s hard for people to ask for help, even when it is needed and/or wanted.

I ran this list past my Facebook friends and the most telling comment was “Wish this had happened for me” referring to a husband’s long time and eventually terminal illness.

So…

  • Bring lunch. Seriously, call and offer to bring lunch. Take two hours, pick up lunch, drinks, chips, and a cookie and deliver it. Visit for a bit, then leave.
  • Bring breakfast. Seriously, call and offer to bring breakfast. See number 1.
  • Bring dinner. Seriously, call and offer to bring dinner. It doesn’t have to be homemade. See number 1.
  • Tell them that you have one hour to help. What do they need? Don’t take no for an answer. Just go.
  • Empty the trash. Take the trash bags with you so they don’t have to remember to get them to the curb or whatever method is used.
  • Take their car for a fill-up.
  • Take their car for a wash and interior vacuum. This one is a real treat!
  • Check the wipers. Do they need new blades? Go to O’Reilly and get new blades and install them or have the O’Reilly peeps do it.
  • Take their car for a lube, oil, filter if it’s time for service.
  • Check the tires. Air them up.
  • Bring a package of toilet paper/paper towels/tissues.
  • Bring a package of coffee or tea.
  • Scoop the cat boxes. Make sure there is a full bag of litter.
  • Scoop the dog shit in the back yard.
  • Make sure the pets have food plus extra. Offer to pick up at store.
  • Mow the lawn.
  • Sweep the walk.
  • Shake the rugs out.
  • Do a load of laundry. Make sure they have plenty of detergent and softener.
  • Take the whole shebang to the laundry and return it all clean. Wow!
  • Check the batteries in the smoke alarms.
  • Check for burnt out light bulbs.
  • Take their dry cleaning to a quick service and return it.
  • Scrub the toilet.
  • Take the recycles away.

There are hundreds of little things that you can do to help. Some take 5 minutes, some take more time. Most people can handle the big stuff. The little stuff slips through the cracks. Trust me, the little stuff can break you in a heartbeat.

Feel free to add to this list. What did people do for you in your time of need – immediate crisis or chronic caregiving?

No One Brings a Casserole

Food is the universal comforter, a warm blanket of yumminess to wrap around your loss, grief, pain and worries.

When someone dies, people bring food to the family, so much food that no large tribe can eat all of it. When someone is ill, people organize food teams so that the caregivers don’t have to cook or do that modern hunter gatherer thing. Food is the universal comforter, a warm blanket of yumminess to wrap around your loss, grief, pain and worries.

But when you are a caregiver for someone with a long-term illness or disability, no one brings a casserole.  When a disease or disability progresses over many years, it’s easy for people to forget that the caregiver is exhausted, overwhelmed, and so over cooking. As one of my fellow caregivers said, “Americans did great at times of crises, but not great at all in times of chronicity.” Well said, Anne; that nailed it for me. This phrase speaks to much about our country, too, but that’s for another blog, not this one.

Please realize that I’m not complaining here, just sharing my thoughts. No one has ever brought us a “casserole” but Brian’s work colleagues and my girlfriends have brought sandwiches and stayed to visit. Anne brought a wonderful pot of soup to us; we enjoyed it so much. A neighbor delivered a pizza to us; what a treat! Brian’s parents stay with him while I go to support group meetings and they always take care of lunch so I don’t have to do it.

Brian was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease in April 2012. I’ve been a full-time caregiver for him for three years now. He has lost the ability to even get a glass of water for himself so I do that. He can barely manipulate a spoon now. Can you imagine forgetting how to eat? Watching him eat an apple is a study in neurological jumping jacks. We eat a lot of gooey food, finger food and sandwiches. Soon we will progress to my feeding him; I do a bit of that now. Depending on how the disease progresses, I may have to puree his food. No problem, I’m prepared. It does take a lot of imagination to come up with meals to meet his needs. I’m a good cook but I can’t just whip up something and serve it without a total mess and frustration on his part. Give it a try sometime; it’s a challenge. When I have time to breathe again, I hope to put my experiences with feeding him in some kind of publication.

Pictures of the Amelia Cottle on a winter evening, Dec. 8, 2016.

Photo – Kayla Wolfe

We used to go out to eat but that doesn’t happen anymore; it’s too difficult for him. When we could eat out, we ate at Angelo’s restaurant. They get it. They cut up his food before they served it and helped Brian retain his dignity. Now we order to-go.

Here’s my promise to myself. While I have delivered sandwiches to families on the same Alzheimer’s journey and stayed to visit, I’m basically housebound now. When I am able to get out again, I will deliver sandwiches and casseroles and soup and stay to visit if invited. I will do this for others who are on the same long journey to goodbye. I won’t do it for families who have lost a loved one…at least not immediately. I will wait for a month or two when those visits, cards, mail, and calls have stopped and then I’ll deliver that casserole or sandwich. I’ll stay to visit if invited. Because I know that grief or pain or caregiving do not end; it’s a part of our life. I want to share that warm blanket of yumminess, a hug, and a visit with someone who knows that I get it.

P.S. I can’t credit the person who came up with “No One Brings a Casserole” because I can’t remember where I read the article; when I Googled the title, I came up with lots of the same title and variations on the theme including “No One Brings a (Insert Food Here) When (You Are Suddenly Single) (Your Child/Husband/Wife is Struggling with Addiction) (Your Husband/Wife Abuses You and Is Arrested/Flees) (Your ____ Commits ____)”. Any woman over twenty will know what you mean when you say the title.