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The Challenges of Aging
I have been experiencing increasing issues with memory. So far, none dangerous, mostly losing names and words. But it is quickly becoming alarming. Quite a few of my friends who are even ten years younger than I am are also having to cope with loss of memory issues.
When I was recently talking to my primary care doctor after passing a very short memory test that said I was average for people my age with a college degree, he said that there is new help for dementia if caught early enough. But Vanderbilt is the only hospital in our area to have the type of MRI equipment to accurately measure white matter brain shrinkage. And the new treatments are only effective in the early stages. Getting the test has to be done through a neurologist, so I have an appointment soon.
Interestingly, I also met a man at the doctor’s office who is planning to start a group that works with these issues, both with those having them and those who are caregivers. Unfortunately, he had been injured in an accident and is in St. Thomas physical therapy hospital right now. But he will let me know when he gets the program going.
At this point in my journey, I could still be some help with it and perhaps get help from it.
I’ve have spent quite a bit of time with people with Alzheimer’s and dementia. My mother died by inches over fourteen years with Alzheimer’s. Afterward I spent several years taking a friend out to lunch, to places like Cheekwood and even shopping when she was in a nursing home with dementia. She did not remember most of her life, even often being anxious because she thought she needed to go to her mother’s funeral. She spoke very little. But eventually she went to live with a caregiver next to her daughter’s house and began to go back to playing and winning at Tournament Bridge! She read voraciously and was able to converse again. When I was visiting her in the nursing home I began to also give a devotional and took musician friends to play the piano or guitar. While I was giving my devotional all the people looked comatose, but when we started playing the music for the old hymns they resurrected and sang every word from memory.
I am now visiting another friend who is at a nursing home suffering from dementia. I have seen her regain a lot of mental acuity through help taking up her painting again and spending time with a volunteer who works with several people. Recently, I was sick for several months while the volunteer was having to deal with family issues and she has lost ground again. I also noticed that when she doesn’t have visitors, she looks unkempt and ill. I think it is very important to have someone from outside visiting frequently enough that the caregivers don’t neglect them.
I admit that when my doctor said that I do not have any signs of dangerous health issues at eighty-seven so probably will live quite a bit longer, I got depressed. I do not want to outlive my somewhat scatty, but still useful brain!
The program for dementia patients and caregivers will be at Cumberland Presbyterian Church in Dickson. I have been attending First Presbyterian for about twenty-five years. It is very liberal politically and growing phenomenally from people leaving the conservative churches. But we are currently understandably focused on younger people with children and those with issues the conservatives are uncomfortable with.
I am becoming aware that liberals take up big issues like gays, the homeless, and the environment. But the conservatives are focused on those that touch people they know and understand. Perhaps luckily for me, I may be able to be a part of both worlds.
My age group under a conservative pastor at First Presbyterian took an active part in caring for those older than us in past years. We called them, visited them, took them not only to doctors, but also shopping and out to lunch. We even took turns staying with them in the hospital when they were dying and helping them stay mentally active when in rehab and taking them home and helping them get organized when they got home. We also took over the leadership in our women’s group. At this point our group is doing sort of a one on one caregiving with each other. But more and more we all are needing some help and our women’s group needs younger leadership to help us stay a functioning helpful group with a ministry to those less fortunate.
I realize that our younger career women, who are now finally retired, are enjoying the hard-earned delights of free time. But the care of the elderly is becoming a growing problem since medical science is still far better at keeping us alive than alert and physically functional. And while Jesus said to take care of the poor, he included widows. I don’t know whether the women outlived the men in Jesus’ day, but today it’s a reality. While our culture isn’t AS hard for older woman living alone, it more or less simply writes us off.
I am hoping to be an active part of both helping and being helped soon by the new program at the beautiful Cumberland Presbyterian Church that my husband designed. So please pray for the recovery of the man who will be starting the program. His name is Tommy.
The Old and Forgotten
The barn’s worn grey boards lean
from the weight of forgotten decades
shrouded in weeds hiding rusty parts
full of empty echoes of dusty memories
long gone hay bales, children’s laughter
bright red tractor, bush hog, hay baler
once the heart of a family’s life blood
now, just nightly cat and mouse games
and a black snake brooding in the loft
just now and then, a golden butterfly
floating in on dust filled sunbeams
a sign of hope, perhaps a resurrection
I Pray for Grace
to get it right now that I am old.
to give love and joy, never heartbreak.
to hold all lightly, free to let go.
to seek God’s hand when I suffer.
to forgive others and be forgiven.
to have faith there is some great purpose,
an after- life better than this one.
to while still in dark, believe in light.
and to go with hope into the night.
Death Where is Your Sting? or The Dance of Eternity
In my seventy-eight years of life I have held the hands of those I love as they died, I have lived to walk again after years of a crippling condition, survived to laugh again after scary strokes, and suffered enough prolonged pain to free me to embrace the relief of death. And I have, in turn, been freed by each of these to experience greater joy in living.
One of the gifts of age is learning not to take the smallest beauty, kindness, insight, or experience of love for granted. I can see the door from here, which reminds me daily that this moment may be the last of life as I know it now. Yet knowing that life’s greatest mystery lies on the other side of that door gives an aura of light around its darkness.
Though I realize that getting through that door may be terribly hard, sometimes I imagine all my atoms, with my spirit now one with the Spirit of All within them, being freed from the limits of my body to join in the dance of eternity. I can almost feel them shooting off joyously into the farthest embraces of the exquisite glory of pure beauty, truth, and love…..in other words, God.
Coming Apart and Getting It Back Together Again
I am paraphrasing some quotes that have proven true in my life:
Personal change and spiritual growth cannot happen without coming to peace with pain. (Michael Singer)
Emptiness and despair are not only experienced by those who have been traumatized, but also by those whose lives are full.
More than grief or fear, despair calls us to pay attention to and make meaning out of human suffering. It invites us to change our very selves by changing the way we see the world. When we persevere and don’t run away from our dark night, we can be moved to a muscular faith that has looked into the heart of darkness and emerged to affirm life. (Miriam Greenspan)
Twice over 76 years my inner life has come apart at the seams for no outwardly obvious reasons. I stayed functional, but slowed down my pace while I worked through it. Each time a counselor mostly just provided a safety valve and a non- judgemental listener, so I could hear myself as I read some relevant books, sorted out my pieces, threw some away, found new truths, new strengths, and pulled it all back together for a still imperfect, but more meaningful and personally satisfying way of being in the world. As painful and scary as these times were, they yielded wonderful fruit and I do not regret going through them. I don’t think I’m inferior because I needed that process. Everyone has challenges that they either struggle to conquer or they choose to deny and to settle for a safer, but emotionally and spiritually, poorer life. Eileen
(The Singer and Greenspan quotes were found on the Blog: Make Believe Boutique
Life is Like Boot Camp for Living in Heaven
Life is hard, but it’s liberally sprinkled with times of joy, love, insight, courage, hope, faith, and a peace that really does totally pass understanding.
It’s kind of like a boot camp for living in heaven. The hard parts are tests, but not pass or fail or get a grade tests, but tests that stretch us, strengthen us, teach us, even giving us amazing “Ah Ha!” moments where we get a sneak peak at what comes later, what life is about.
Life is about becoming willing and able to love like Jesus did. And Jesus was God’s love for us fleshed out, expressed so we could know it first hand, up close and personal.
God’s love is a love with no illusions, but also no limits. It’s unconditional love, humbling in a way, because we don’t and can’t earn it. And it seems like God has terrible taste, because He loves everyone, even those tacky, awful people we can’t stand.
God loves us because of who God is, not because of who we are.
Sometimes God’s love fills our heart with joy until we feel like we may burst.
But, God’s love also opens our hearts to suffer with those we love until the stretching makes our hearts feels like they are literally going to tear in two.
The joy of love and the suffering of love are two sides of the same coin. You do not get one without the other.
“There are faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is love.
In fact, that’s the goal of the first two.
Being the Persons God Loved Into Existence
God made us precisely to be imperfect, incomplete and insufficient human beings. It is our neediness and feelings of helplessness that keep us depending on God’s grace and mercy….To be a saint means to be myself…..the problem of sanctity is in fact the problem of finding out who I am…my true self….God leaves us free to be real or unreal.” Thomas Merton in New Seeds of Contemplation.
“In no way does God expect us to act perfectly. We are challenged instead to accept ourselves with all our assets and liabilities; to be perfectly the imperfect people we are. God never seemed to want another perfect being. Prayer gives us the courage to confront our illusions……to embrace our weaknesses as well as our strengths. Without condoning our destructive behaviors, we can recognize them as opportunities for humility, forgiveness, and mercy…..To be who we are, the persons God loved into existence, implies the acceptance of grace, self-honesty, healthy self love, and a keen sense of humor.” Sister Maria Edwards, Spiritual Director and Author
1 Corinthians 1:18 —“The message of the Cross is foolishness to the world, but to those being saved, it is the power of God. God chose what is weak and rejected, so no one might boast. Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord”.
Romans 5:3-5 “We also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our heart through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
“Hope is a series of small actions that transform the darkness into light…..Despair is an affliction of the memory. Hope depends on remembering what we have survived. Hope is the gift that rises from the grave of despair…..We can choose to persevere in hope through darkness.” Sister Joan Chisttister in Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope.
“Faith is: a conviction that God can and hope that He will.” From Thomas(?) Greene in Bread for the Journey.
“But trusting and listening for what He is teaching, when he doesn’t.” Eileen Norman
Singing in the Spirit: Perfect Harmony
When the world seems to be a giant simmering pot of hatred and violence, I am able to cling to the hope for peace, because of an amazing experience I had many years ago.
I was at my first Charismatic Conference at Notre Dame University in South Bend, Indiana. Though ostensibly Catholic, there were Charismatics (Pentecostals) from many mainline protestant denominations. This particular year there were 20,000 of us gathered for Worship in the football stadium. At one point during the sermon the worshippers responded by singing in the Spirit. Singing in the Spirit is when each person sings whatever the Spirit gives them. For some it may just be terms of praise in the believer’s own language, but to an unknown melody given them by the Spirit, for many the words are in a language unknown to the singer and at the same time to an unknown melody. The words, languages, and melodies are all different
For a few moments, I hesitated, since I had never experienced this and I found myself distracted by the differences I heard close to me. But suddenly my own song came bubbling up from deep inside and as more and more voices joined together singing completely different words and melodies, the awesome harmony brought tears of joy.
I cannot normally sing anything without following the lead of a strong voice next to me. But when singing in the Spirit, my own surprisingly high notes stay true to me, yet blend with the whole. That many people singing different melodies in different languages simultaneously in beautiful harmony simply lifts you out of yourself. Somehow, the God within each of us, that is the God of the Universe, bring us together as one body.
I may seriously doubt that any person could teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, but I know first hand that the Spirit can.
And that keeps me praying and seeking and listening and learning to love, even when no country and no person, not even children, are safe from violence.