Showing posts with label Caregiver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caregiver. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2014

Cockles of my Heart

Mr. Nice Guy
We used to call him Mr. America.
He has a perfect physique - all muscle and sinew.
He swims like a demon, stretching at least 45 minutes before.
He said he didn't take up swimming until he was 45.
Now he coaches two high school swim teams as well as the community team.
The only time I have visited with him,
He told me that his wife left him.
He put her through college; she got a job as a Ranger at Red Canyon near Bryce
And she hasn't been home since.
Usually Ed and I are lucky enough to get the first lane at the pool -
The only lane officially designated as a lap swimming lane.
Thursday when we went Mr. America and another strong swimmer
Were swimming in those lanes.
We found another spot and thought nothing of it.
Friday, he stopped me while we were swimming in our usual lanes.
"I'm sorry we took your lanes yesterday.
I tried to get her to give them to you
but she said, 'I was here first.'
I explained to her that Ed likes to swim on the edge
But she wouldn't budge."
"Good for her.  It's fine for us to adapt.
As long as we have a place to swim we are not complaining."
"I really wanted to move for you."
"You are nice.  Thank you."
What a guy.
Mr. America
Mr. Nice Guy
Warms the cockles of my heart.

Other unrelated stories:
I don't know why but I wanted to wear a long skirt to Fine Arts Club.  I know that everyone else wears dress pants or even jeans. I have some blue and orange Chocos that match perfectly my favorite long skirt, also blue and orange; but it is cold and not wanting my feet to freeze, I decide to put on some socks.  Off-white.  "I've got to get out of here before Amy comes home," I tell DeRay, "she'll laugh at me for wearing socks with sandals."  I knew it didn't look the best but I didn't realize how bad until Leta came up to me after the book review and asked me if I'd had foot surgery. I laugh to myself every time I think about it.  I'll never make that mistake again.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do," I say to Ed.
"That's what mothers are for."
"No.  Mothers are useless." 
"USEFUL," he corrects. 

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Greatest Thing I've Ever Done


Caring for ailing wife ‘the greatest thing I’ve ever done’
Rolly: Combative candidate Cook now a tender caregiver
Camille Cook, her husband’s most devoted supporter, suffers from Alzheimer’s.
By PAUL ROLLY
| The Salt Lake Tribune
First Published Apr 01 2014 12:16 pm •
Merrill Cook’s obsession with politics transformed the Harvard MBA graduate into a caricature of himself, running for public office 13 times in the past 30 years and almost always losing.
He also led six initiative drives — three to limit taxes, another to end the sales tax on food, one to impose term limits and one to require employers to verify their workers’ citizenship status.
During those times — stressful campaigns, the heartbreaking losses, the teasing from the news media and other politicians about his failed candidacies — Cook’s wife, Camille, was by his side, shaking hands, making calls, passing out fliers and comforting the family.
She never liked politics, and her husband knew it. She did it for him. She never complained about lost family vacations, the draining of their personal wealth to help finance campaigns or the lack of privacy.
Now, he’s there for her.
Camille Cook has Alzheimer’s.
She was diagnosed in 2008, but the family believes the disease took hold about four years earlier. During the past two years, Cook says, aphasia has set in, making it nearly impossible for her to communicate.
"She has an acute sense of colors," he says. "She still enjoys the beauty of the mountains, of the flowers. She is happy most of the time."
Whether she recognizes those around her is hard to say, but Merrill says it’s clear she senses the love.
Cook, whose passion for politics began when he was 8 years old, could just not stop running for office. But he has a new obsession as the full-time caregiver for his wife of nearly 45 years — and he loves it.
He wakes her and gets her ready for the day. He cooks for her. He grooms her. He entertains her. He helps her to bed at night.
"It is by far the greatest thing I’ve ever done," Cook told me when I sat down with him, Camille and two of their five children recently at their home in Salt Lake City’s upper Avenues.
"I’ve learned more things, had more satisfaction, had more sense of accomplishment taking care of my wife than anything I’ve done. That includes running a successful business and serving in Congress."
Their story began in 1967, when Cook returned from his Mormon mission and resumed his studies at the University of Utah. They both had attended East High — Merrill in the Class of ’64, Camille in the Class of ’65 — but they didn’t know each other there.
He took her to the old Heidelberg Restaurant in Farmington on their first date. They went back several times to that elegant establishment during the courtship.
While Merrill could name nearly every member of Congress and the margin of victory earned by each U.S. president, Camille’s passion was music.
She majored in voice and French at the U., then studied opera at a college in Pittsburgh.
The couple married and moved to Boston, where Cook earned his MBA at Harvard. Camille supported the family during his graduate studies, working at a bank and as a research paper editor at Harvard. After his graduation, they remained in Boston while Cook worked at a financial-consulting firm.
They returned to Utah in 1974 and Cook eventually founded the Cook Slurry Co., an explosives manufacturer, with his father.
Meanwhile, as their family grew, Camille performed for the Utah Opera, the Salt Lake Opera and at many other venues, including church gatherings and funerals.
Pollster Dan Jones once told Merrill he would have better luck if he ran Camille for public office instead of himself.
"Everyone loved Camille," Cook said.
Now, with all five of their grown children enjoying successful careers outside of Utah — two in California, one in Connecticut (where she works at Yale), one in Washington, D.C., and one in New Zealand — Cook shoulders the task of caring for Camille.
He gets help from neighbors and fellow members of his Mormon ward, or congregation.
During our interview, Cook’s daughters Michelle and Alison accompanied their parents, who are both 67. They entertained their mother with songs, smiles and laughter. She grinned nearly the entire time. I sensed that she knew she was surrounded by loved ones.
I asked Merrill if he felt this experience has deepened the strong bond he has shared with his wife for more than four decades.
"Yes," said Camille, as her gaze turned to me.
Later, as we were leaving and Cook was saying goodbye at the front door, Camille gave him a hug and told him she loved him. The once-bellicose politician then gently kissed her on the top of her head.


I loved this article on the front page of the newspaper.  I felt validated for the first time.  Being a caregiver, even a task as easy and rewarding as mine and DeRay’s, is almost a closet career.  You pretend it doesn’t consume you.  You always wonder what you could have done with your life if you hadn’t been so busy caring for someone else.  For Cook to say that caring for his wife is the “greatest” thing he’s ever done, puts it right up there with other noble contributions.
There are other rewards too that most people don’t realize, like insights into the magnitude of the soul.
The article just made me feel respectable and worthy.  I’ve always felt it is a privilege.