Help for those helping

Hello, This is a response to a question that Tara asked about supporting her mother through chemotherapy. I think a lot people may find themselves (or have found themselves) in this situation, so inside of simply replying to the comment – here is an entire post. If you’ve been a carer for someone please share any ideas/tips to help Tara and Zsolt through their challenge. This is a good time to try posting on a blog if you’ve never done so before.  🙂

*FYI these ideas are only based on my experience and nothing else. Since chemotherapy effects every person uniquely, please adapt these ideas as needed – or ignore them completely if inappropriate. I’m not an expert, okay? This is simply what helps me.

Ideas for helping while someone you love undergoes chemotherapy:

Emotions: Sometimes the drugs (and situation) can cause sadness, and in those cases we need to cry, talk, and have someone who will listen. Crying is a release, so if she does just let her go or even join in. Getting it out means less sadness left inside. And after the cry, you can tell her that she’s doing well, you are so proud of her, and you love her very much. Reminder her that you will all get through this, and then make two cups of tea (or her favourite drink).

* there is this homeopathic spray I used to help me calm down. It’s called rescue remedy and it’s to encourage relaxation. Being homeopathic, it’s not a drug and shouldn’t interfere with chemo stuff, but you should check with your doctor if unsure.

Physical Stuff: When feeling exhausted it’s difficult to be motivated. That is where YOUR support is so important. You are the motivation. Take her on a one, or two, or ten minute walk – whatever time she can handle. Walking helps to clear the drugs, so ultimately it helps her feel better. I like to play Just Dance with Zsolt, so there is another idea.

Same for drinking. We chemo people need to drink a lot (if possible) after treatment. This also clears the drugs. The nurse told me at least 2 litres a day, but that is hard to manage and when I’m sick it feels impossible. So again, bring her drinks – and have a variety in the home like juice, tea, water, etc. It will make drinking less of a chore.

I really depend on the support of others in terms of my health. My mom chases me to take supplements, and thank goodness she does. Without her I wouldn’t recover so well.

Mental Stuff: Another way you can help is by simply ‘visiting’. Come over and talk about your day, what you’ve done, the funny things you’ve seen. Her mind may be on cancer – but I’ll tell you what, the minute it stop fixating on that problem the nausea and fatigue becomes less. Just being there for a visit helps. Topics like chemotherapy treatment, needles, nausea, etc. shouldn’t be fixated upon unless she brings it up (and then, please do talk about it as much as needed). I have a gag reflex to the words ‘chemo treatment’ right now. I’d much rather talk about my friend’s new kittens, or Zsolt’s thesis, or what I put in the goulash to make it so awesome.

Housekeeping: Cooking and cleaning take energy. Until we chemo people have energy again, it is such (SUCH) a relief to have help. Making meals, preparing snacks, cleaning the bathroom – they’re like little miracles that help us along. If you can assist in these areas, please do.

I think that carers take on a lot of responsibility and emotional stress. Groups like Macmillian have support for you if it is needed. Otherwise don’t forget to talk with people about how you feel. It is okay to be overwhelmed, we all are. The key thing is to push on and find relief for the stress. There will be happy moments filled with love (laughing over a memory, sharing a hug, going somewhere familiar); savour those times, they are your life boat and a reminder that this will pass.

I hope that helps. Anyone with ideas toward supporting people going through chemotherapy please take this opportunity to share your experience with someone who needs it.

Thanks 🙂

 

 

 



Library Zen

Today I’m going back to work!

After a summer away my memory will be challenged with the library computer and ESL students asking directions. Where is room 2033? I have no idea.

It’s exciting, but also much like the first day of school. How will my body cope with this new type of exertion? Will I be able to sit up for 4-5 hours at a time?

Questions, questions. I can still remember my first day of grade seven at Holy Trinity Catholic High School. I walked into the school’s atrium completely overwhelmed and followed the signs reading “grade 7 to twister dome.” First of all, what the heck is a twister dome? Can’t they just say gymnasium with wooden floors? But no, twister dome is was. I was so nervous that by the time my teacher had us in the classroom and the role call was given – I could not for the life of me remember how to spell my name.

Teacher: How do you spell your last name?

Catherine: Ah. B-R-U-N . . .N. . .L . . . L . . . E L?

And then my head expoded from the blood pressure. Mortifying.

This won’t be like that, of course. But I still couldn’t get to sleep last night. Work is an excellent distraction, and they are very supportive. My mom was quite impressed when she met my colleagues – said they were all so friendly. And they are.

Breath in and out . . . slowly, calmly and become one with the library. It should be a nice day.

Immigrating to Canada

All right! Today is a step forward in the Sámson family. This very morning we’ve paid for an application for Zsolt as a Canadian resident.

It is exciting, yet slightly bittersweet because leaving England means leaving Europe, which by extension means leaving Hungary. But it’s a change that we’ve decided upon, and frankly I think is necessary.

Home is such a funny topic. Where is home? Is it the place we live in, the people we are with, the memories we hold? I don’t know. Even when I do return to my house in Kanata it’s incomplete without my husband.

I suppose it is in the moments. Sitting under a maple tree, eating mandarins from a paper bag, meeting with friends, taking a walk, being with family, swimming in Balaton. . . anyhow, it’s something I long for and will be the best medicine once found. We’ll go to Canada – Zsolt and I together – and see what can be done.

We’ve been talking this morning about buying a canoe, or a kayak. Ottawa is so wonderful for its access to water, being able to get out there would be a wonderful experience.

Today was a good step forward. A very good step.