Perspective - by T.A. Sorensen
Where’s My
Purse? is a recounting of the 10-year journey through
Alzheimer’s with my mother. Even though this disease is challenging, I opted to
approach Mom’s circumstances from a positive angle - celebrating what was right
with her world, instead of what wasn’t. Let me explain.
Writing
WMP was to-date my most challenging undertaking, as well as the most
cathartic. My mom, JoAnn, had always
been equal parts best friend, anchor, parent, and confidant. But over the
course of one year, I observed this beautiful, active light, experience moments
of simple forgetfulness, that quickly accelerated into a total shut down of her
memory process. I knew that two relatives on my mother’s side had been
diagnosed with Alzheimer’s when I was a child, but the notion of it being
genetically passed on, was never entertained. Needless to say, this new
scenario was both heartbreaking and scary.
Diagnosis: Alzheimer’s disease. Now
what?
Each and every day millions of individuals are
facing this exact situation and have no idea what to do. My first instinct
in the new role as caregiver was to scour the Internet in search of
information, but what I really wanted was to hear directly from someone who had
actually been through it. There was no one in my world to speak to about
the diagnosis and jumping from one medical website to the next, left me with
only one takeaway - more confusion.
Allowing frustration to take over, all I kept thinking was “how on earth
could this be happening to me?” And then
it hit me - it wasn’t.
Despite my best efforts to deal with everything,
I made plenty of mistakes, the largest of which, was feeling sorry for
myself. My mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s; it was never about me.
From that “Aha” moment going forward, my focus shifted solely toward Mom
and my attitude on the positive. Knowing the disease was never going away, my
only mission was to make my mother as happy and safe as I could, while
celebrating each day I had left with her.
Individuals have questioned me, wondering how I could possibly find
bright spot as it relates to Alzheimer’s disease. What I will say is that of
course I was sad. But at the end of the day, my mind & abilities remained
intact and thankfully still are. JoAnn didn’t have that luxury, so spending
time licking my wounds didn’t make sense for me. Because I adopted that
newfound positivity, I became a much more effective caregiver and was better
equipped to handle what was to come.
Just as each individual is unique, there is no
one-size-fits-all with Alzheimer’s albeit, there are many common threads.
Keeping that in mind, Where’s My Purse?
offers the reader 7 separate stories written from varying perspectives. Each
contributor bravely opens up to share their personal story to help those
seeking support and accessible information. The feedback has been wonderful and
the comment I receive most often from my readers is that they feel like they’re
sitting with me having a private conversation and getting answers to their
questions. Mom was always there to help everyone and I can’t think of a better
way to honor her.
Join me while I walk you through my very private
journey with my loving mother, JoAnn. I’m hopeful that by offering you a
glimpse of my experiences, as well as suggestions on how to exercise humor and
grace, it may help you to better cope with your loved one’s challenges.
Perspective is everything and altering mine was
just what the doctor ordered.
“You
will never experience personal growth, if you fear taking chances. And, you
will never become successful, if you operate without integrity.”
Writing
“Where’s My Purse” has been a challenging exercise, due to the sensitive nature
of the content. At times I have
struggled with the notion that some may perceive me as “insensitive,” which I
am not. Looking at select situations
with a comedic eye helps ME cope, and that’s how my mom would want it. I was raised in a home where laughter was
used as a defense mechanism, a vehicle for communication and our pharmaceutical
of choice. When we learned that Mom had
Alzheimer’s, I found myself drowning in a sea of self-pity, yet JoAnn was the
one who drew the short straw. In other
words, I was making it about me. The
only obvious solution was to change MY perspective. Once that adjustment was made, I became a
highly effective advocate for her and found peace.
T.A.
Sorensen resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, where she works as
a designer. After spending two years in
Colorado and twelve years in Toronto, Canada, they returned to be closer to her
family in her beautiful birthplace.
“Perspective
is an incredibly powerful tool. It tempers
how we receive information, and guides what we choose do with it.”
2 comments:
I have this book on my "to read" list!
That's great, Candace!
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