I'm wondering if there is anyone out there in the same or similar situation as I. My sister (and we were really not very close growing up, as she is 10 years older than I) is in end-stage, and I feel I have "lost" my life being the sole person coordinating her care. I do get help with many aspects, such as her married son doing bill-paying (check-writing, that is), and a friend of hers doing a bit of the filing; but I am the contact person for everybody and everything and I am just so tired. I have a wonderful husband, church family, and immediate family, but basically it's me. Our extended family had EIGHT major crises this past summer, and I had to quit my job because then my mom was gone, who was one person who could help me fill in gaps in care when an aide didn't show up. We have a combination of CHHA, CDPAS, and private-pay aides, 24/7 because my sister is divorced and lives alone. I live about 25 minutes away, and have several others on my care list at this time (the term 'SANDWICH GENERATION" is SOOOO apropos). In addition,, I also am wondering how one can be sure they do not have the familial type of ALS. I have a brother who died of Spina Bifida (which is a neural tube defect); a father who died of heart disease but he had a neurological condition which crippled his hands later in life; he had been mis-diagnosed with ALS, and then mis-diagnosed as MS. And now my sister does have ASL and is nearing the end of her journey. When I get cramps in my feet and legs or am tired out and my legs feel so heavy going up the stairs at night, I wonder if it's coming for me, too. 99% of the time I am full of faith and know that no matter what happens I can depend on Him, as I can look back and see the strength and support He's given me these past 4 years of my sister's illness midst the other demands of life, but sometimes I am just tired, and angry that the behavioral changes in my sister are making these final months so very difficult. She resisted EVERY, EVERY piece of equipment they offered her, until it was absolutely past the time she should have been using it, and did so much damage to her body because of that: broken leg, twisted ankle that threw a blood clot that went through her heart and landed in her lung. And of course, every time she hurts herself it further affects our family and sends ripples of need out to all involved with us. In my head I understand her "need" to do this resisting, but in my heart and gut it hurts and I just want to lash out at her sometimes. I tell myself to always imagine what it would be like to be in her shoes, but to be honest, on the days when I wonder if I will get it, too, I feel like I just want to live my life now instead of being on call 24 hours a day.
Thanks for letting me vent. If anyone has had these feelings, please post.



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