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My husband got sick and the burden of care landed on me. I'm not always selfless

It took years for me to admit that I am not always a selfless, patient caregiver even though I deeply love my husband, writes Sushila Samy.

I had to learn I'm not breaking a caregiving code when I feel guilty or worry

Caregiver to her husband, Sushila Samy is depicted with a range emotions in this illustration. (John Fraser/CBC)

This First Person column is written by Sushila Samywho provides care toher husband in Beaumont, Alta. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please seethe FAQ.

My husband has an unwanted companion an inflammatory bowel disease calledulcerative colitisthat has been with him for over 30 years. It creates a burden onme, too.

When Canadians think about caregiving, I think we imagine a perfect Florence Nightingale selflessly checking on patients in the dead of night. My reality is far different and I am not always perfect.

As the spouse and caregiver, I go through a rollercoaster of emotions and I struggle with feelings of worry, irritation, sadness and guilt.IfearthatI'd be judged as selfishoruncaring.

My husband andI are both retired. We enjoy the simple pleasures of life cooking, watching movies, gardening and spending time with friends and family.

Our lives follow a pattern;I take care of the finances while he maintainsthe cars and the house. We sharethe cooking and cleaning. That still works when he is in remission. But when he has a relapse, I take on all the responsibilities.

Last year, he had a bad flare up and none of the medications were working. He had terrible stomach pain, diarrhea and bleeding which lefthim exhausted.SoI prepared the food, ensured he hadhis medications and tookcare of the household.

Sushila Samy and her husband Jay share a moment of levity about 10 years ago when he was healthier and in remission. They live in Beaumont, Alta. (Submitted by Sushila Samy)

One evening, I was cleaning the kitchen after making and serving his evening meal. It was my last chore of the day, and I was already thinking of my large beige chaise with the embossed flowers. I was dreaming of how I was going to stretch out into it with a hot drink and a book.

I made our drinks of Ovaltine and took themto the TV room. He was sleeping, covered with the quilt and the blanket I had put over him. I put one mug on the TV table by his couch and the other by my chaise.

I sank into the chaise and stretched my feet, picked up the pink fleece throw and covered myself. I glanced athim; he was breathing evenly and still sleeping.I was so comfortable;I felt I could not move an inch.

I took a sip of my hot drink, picked up my book, The Nightingale,and sank deeper into my chaise.

But I had hardly read the first page when he woke up and said he was very cold and in pain. He asked me to warm up the magic bag a heat pack, which I had already warmed four times that evening.

The warmth of the magic bag comforts him when he is in pain. But I was annoyed.

I snapped, "OK."

He picked up on my tone immediately.

"Sorry, I am causing you so much trouble."

His words, rather than making me feel better, made me feel guilty and I immediately regretted my tone.I went downstairs and put the magic bag in the microwave.

Sushila Samy and her husband Jay embrace in this undated photo. (Submitted by Sushila Samy)

As my irritation dissipated, I was able to think.

My husband and I love and care for each other a lot. He has good days and bad days, sometimes good and bad months. On his good days, he still makes me laugh with his crazy jokes; we cook together and go for long car rides.

When I went upstairs, my husband was sitting up. I gave him the bag and a kiss. He smiled and thanked me. We got ready to watch a movie.

This is a long journey. I have learnedthat caregiving brings with it a myriad of complex emotions.

I have found it easy to talk about my physical health but not my mental and emotional wellbeing.Now I'm coming to understand that I am the only one responsible for my emotions and I can choose how to deal with them.

By sharing my feelings with those close to me, they have come to better understand the difficulties I face in providing care. I'm learning that it is OK to express my feelings, that I am not violating any caregiving code. I realize that I am the harshest critic of myself and I do not have to be perfect.This has been so freeing for me and my feelings about providing care have changed.


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