Sandwiched Support

Tag: life

  • October 9, 2025

    Tis the Season

    When Mom entered the hospital a year ago for emergent surgery (which led to nearly a year of complications at the little hospital before a seemingly successful surgery in September has provided significant relief and hopefully has solved the problem) I lost what little control I was getting of our already cluttered new-to-us home. When my parents sold their home and we sold ours 4 years ago and moved into one house I almost single-handedly cleared years of clutter (things Mom hoped to use again) out of my parents’ home. But then as we combined what we kept we realized we did not quite purge enough stuff along the way and 4 years later after a year of almost constant advocating for better care for Mom, there is a serious clutter explosion lining the sides of one basement room, piled in a basement storage room, covering the one side of our bedroom, choking our dining room, and don’t ask about the attic and one section of the garage. I use A Lot of the stuff but rarely have a minute to put it away rather than putting it down.

    So now we’ve entered the season of celebrating it all! We are counting our blessings and almost ALL of this holiday themed cheer from Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas to New Year’s, but honestly I am already exhausted from the trunk or treat I organized and moving through crowds at the Halloween Parade and there’s work and youth sports and plenty of ongoing outpatient appointments for both of my parents. So far I have two little Halloween signs set out around the mess and a Falk wreath on the door. I tend to go ALL OUT and love to, but these days it’s like I just don’t have the bandwidth.

    We just got our pumpkins out by the front door next to the doormat that says “Sunshine Vibes”. Maybe I’ll get the “Trick or Treat“ mat out by Friday, maybe not. But I do know that I have to clean up the dining room before the end of November (trust me there is very little margin to get this done and it will happen at the sacrifice of plenty of my sleep) and the Christmas shopping already began after Christmas last year because I’ll nearly single handedly be bringing all of the magic like I do every year. And I wouldn’t mind if that was all there was to do but, that’s the furthest thing from the case.

  • October 8, 2025

    The Why

    I have been talking with clients, particularly my college student clients who are questioning their life choices when midterms hit, about their “Why”. For them I point to my degrees and licenses on the wall of my office and tell them that I have been where they are and that though they must lock in now and grind it out when it’s difficult, if I did it, so can they.

    I have been struggling with it all. The mental load of this sandwiched situation, the inadequate support, the significant need for advocacy on my part to fill significant gaps in systems that I seem to pay quite a bit into in taxes and the insurance payments are astounding. It still makes me weak in the knees when I think of all who are doing this with fewer resources than I have and I try not to verbally express frustration when some more privileged than we are mention paying out of pocket for resources that we will likely never be able to afford.

    But as I sit in this idyllic setting where our children are privileged to play soccer on a beautifully manicured field surrounded by brilliant fall colors and scenic farmland. And as I watch my healthy daughter run freely with the ball it is the ideal moment to practice gratitude for the health most of our household is experiencing now and the strides we have made. I am grateful for the medical care we do have available, even as I want to challenge us to be provide better. I am grateful that my children have a wonderful school district in an amazing community and that we can raise them in a healthy place where a variety of activities are available for their enjoyment and enrichment. And when I remember that everything I do is for family and that my children are thriving it reminds me Why I work this hard burning the candle at both ends.

    I truly care about my parents and about my children and my family as a whole and doing everything I can to give them the best life possible as far as it depends on the choices I make. I received this text from a dear friend who I respect very much. The whole text made my day, this part in particular:

    “You are a warrior and take such good care of your family. Remember to take care of yourself too.”

    As I walk this long winding road in this season of life and step up as a warrior for the cause of my family each day, I haven’t yet found the best way to also take care of myself. Yet is one of my favorite words though, I know I can and will learn at some point. But for now I am focusing on the “Why” for getting up early and getting to bed late so that I can keep it all going in this season for those who count on me. They matter so much to me and they are my Why.

  • October 6, 2025

    Something’s Gotta Give

    When sandwiched Mom/Adult Daughter is not feeling well, work (as a contractor at one job and a part-time employee at the other there is NO paid sick time, NO paid vacation time, and there are NO benefits so if I don’t show up and work I don’t get paid AT ALL) doesn’t stop, the kids’ needs don’t stop, the parents’ needs don’t stop, and the mess waiting for me doesn’t stop a bit either. So we, the sandwiched primary parents who are also only children of the aging (or whatever the situation is for you) rarely find a break. And something has to give and it’s been this blog. Playing catch up right now, but it might turn into once weekly posting if I fall too far behind. There are “life hacks” that cost me money, but they’re worth it. I have someone cleaning a portion of my house each week for 4 hours a week, I pay for grocery delivery from a chain store and a big box retailer, and plenty of packages with everything from toiletries to household goods to pharmacy health-related items to the gift I need for the weekend land by my front door. Then I hit up consignment sales and stores for all things pre-owned in the toy, clothing, shoe, and home decor categories to save money while living as well as we can. We like the name brand things too, but we typically live with them used and then sell them to consignment when all kiddos have grown out of them or we donate at various places. I rarely get to schedule my own appointments with my “hairapist” and my own therapist and time to connect with friends is becoming more and more rare unless that friend happens to be at a community activity that involves one of my children or something with our church where we are participating or volunteering. If I will already be there showing up where we are already committed on the calendar, we might get to chat. My texting thumbs are incredibly speedy and I am blogging on my phone with them while at my son’s soccer practice after zipping over here from my daughter’s parent/teacher conference which I raced to after hurrying home from work and stopping quickly in my driveway to pick up two of my sons (one to go to soccer practice and the older one to be his chaperone while my husband and I were at our daughter’s conference). And I had to pick up my sons because I let something (heaven-forbid) drop from my mental load and forgot to ask my mom-in-law to cover soccer. So I had to cover it. I promise my husband wasn’t volunteering to ask his mom for help or to help get my son to soccer. He did however tell me I would be cutting it close, which I was, arrived 3 minutes before conference time and got upstairs in the school to the classroom just in time. Thankfully the teacher had stepped out for a bathroom break so us showing up in the nick of time was beautifully anticlimactic. I got it all done again, while recovering from what I still don’t know and finishing up my period and another day I will tell you about ALL the kin-keeping I was doing at the same time plus all of the regular Mom of 4 and busy Adult daughter of two live-in aging parent stuff. Is this really all meant to be one WOMAN’s job?

  • October 4, 2025

    Resting on the move

    On Saturday, the day the post is dated for, I kept plans with two close friends from practically forever who I don’t see often enough and live a couple of hours from. In some ways I didn’t feel well enough to go, but we each brought along our youngest (all daughters) to meet about halfway between us and spend the day at a place that is a well-oiled machine for kids to have a BLAST and parents to (mostly) relax and enjoy in an outdoor activity farm setting.

    I had had my symptoms for like 2 1/2 weeks by then and it didn’t appear that I had gotten anyone else sick and also I had been on antibiotics since that Wednesday morning and steroids for a lot longer and things seemed somewhat better.

    I decided to go while not super well because I was on the high dose steroid and getting into the thick of the antibiotics then and during the days I was on my feet or sitting in a chair or car doing everything I normally do (because no one is filling in for me as a woman in the thick of the sandwich generation season of life). I mean I was avoiding lifting bins or anything heavier housework- wise and then later in the evening I was getting to bed earlier.

    But having my two youngest kids home on a Saturday together without any help to entertain them is not at all restful so I think the best idea was to go to a super fun place with just my daughter to meet friends and play and to have chatting therapy with my friends.

    It turned out to be the best plan! One of my friends is battling an ongoing challenging health issue and we all enjoyed moseying, sitting, rocking, and finding shade while the kids enjoyed unlimited admission bracelet fun for 6 straight hours. They were happy and in sight and we got to just breathe and catch up.

    In this stage of life for all of us there are many (different but similar) very real reasons why we might not have been able to reschedule anytime soon. Talking with your people about similar life challenges is truly a light in what can feel like a very dark and heavy time.

    If you’re on your feet at home it can help to take at least one kiddo and go where there’s fun, where there’s amazing people you miss often, and where you can mostly sit where you are not feeling the piles of laundry staring at you.

  • October 01, 2025

    I Blame Her a Little Bit and Also I Blame Myself

    Blame is not really the way to go I guess but late morning Monday after I saw the CRNP at my PCP’s office, one of my best friends who is a PA asked me to describe my symptoms to her and I explained the back pain and the pain up under my left side and she said right away that the CRNP should have gotten a urine, maybe it’s the kidneys. The CRNP ordered the Lyme’s test that I requested because of what’s been going on with our dog and my husband and weird symptoms and wanting to rule out Lyme’s and potentially other tick born illnesses. But she said if it was anything other than Lyme’s I would be too sick to be in her office. She didn’t order the infection/inflammation marker panels because I went on the steroid Friday from the urgent care provider.

    Having gone through everything I have gone through as my mom’s hospital advocate I should have remembered that the steroids mess up the bloodwork, sometimes falsely raising WBC count or raising it higher than it would be. And then the CRNP informed me that it would be a month before the steroids being in there wouldn’t affect the infection markers.

    She had a student there and kept repeating the phrase “common things happen commonly” as I expressed that I have no idea what’s going on with me and wondered about Mono or Meningitis which I learned does not have the potential to be airborne from the college students in my office. She told me to finish the steroid and to get the limited bloodwork she sent to the lab and she did not add a urine.

    I did message her and ask her for one and she added the urine, but I had already been to the lab Monday and didn’t message her until late Monday or early Tuesday and didn’t go get it until this morning with my other lab orders after I saw the third provider last evening.

    More on that tomorrow. It really is tough to know which place to seek medical attention on our community first when it comes to certain symptoms. On one hand I am thankful we have an Urgent Care so when it’s bad but it’s not feeling emergent and the PCP has no appointments available there’s a place to go, but they seem to not want to order bloodwork or scans because they don’t want to be following up with you. And then your PCP has helper providers that don’t always know you and honestly you don’t see your PCP enough for them to know you either. And they don’t seem to want to jump to getting bloodwork or tests to find things out either.

    Very thankful for provider number 3 who I sought out at our local orthopedic urgent care and she was very attentive and ordered many things that have brought the diagnostic process along a bit. More tomorrow.

  • September 28, 2025

    Looking at the Week Ahead

    It’s a season where I am already overwhelmed on a Sunday night just looking at my week ahead with some manner of dread. A lot of weeks are like this but not all. Last week I was able to get coffee with two dear friends and we are aiming for once monthly and are so far two for two.

    But tomorrow I work and then I get Mom on an online appointment and then I head to two back to back appointment that I am fitting in to attend them in person for me. Then two additional online clients and then running kiddos to their evening activities. 2 kiddos out of 4 have something tomorrow evening so it’s not a super heavy load where we need to ask my Mom-in-law to be the third driver. Phew! She’s out of state visiting my sister-in-law and her family.

    Then it’s work outside the home the next two days with quick dinners and the evening rush and then Thursday I have client from home and doctors’ appointments for Dad and Mom to and Friday has more appointments for Mom.

    I am planning to watch a show online and spend a little time on social media and also try to get a decent night’s sleep while I’m not feeling my best.

    It’s A LOT right now while sandwiched. A whole lot.

  • September 19, 2025

    Where’s That Uniform

    I’ve tried to train them to put the dirty uniform right on the laundry room floor. I used to forget to wash them on time pretty often before I did that. Now I will see soccer, baseball, dance, robotics bunched up in an inside out heap on the floor with tights and tall socks intermingled and be immediately reminded to spray those stains and toss it all in with the next load. For my oldest two I can hand over the responsibility for the freshly laundered and folded stacks right away and they will know where they are when it’s go time.

    Game time or Show Time or Practice (yep even at the practices for some activities there is a dress code or uniform required) comes along and my younger two have no clue. Gotta keep working with them on this….in my spare time.

    The other day I managed to clear and sort everything on the laundry room floor (kind of a big feat at our house in this season of life) trying to find my youngest son’s soccer uniform to get it clean in time and we realized it was in his hamper in his room the whole time. Same deal with my daughter. Not where the items needed to be. Up in her hamper as well.

    Trying to bring to life systems that work for our actual schedules. Now if everyone would join me in them. I guess that’s the rub.

  • September 14, 2025

    It’s the Weekend, But it’s Not

    If I had remembered to write this yesterday, this is what I would have posted. I spent 8 hours at my son’s baseball double header yesterday including the hour drive each way and I easily could have posted but wasn’t thinking about it. Wonder how long it will take me to give into more reminder alarms and alerts on my phone.

    Friday night I would have loved a date night with my husband either at home or out, but our middle sons and Dad wanted to go to the high school football game so my husband took them and I ran my oldest to work. I wanted to go park at a free community movie with my oldest two sons because the movie is their jam, but one was working and the other was with friends at the game. I could have asked a friend to join me at the movie but it wasn’t appropriate for my youngest and she was home for the evening feeling slightly under the weather. So I cleared off the attic stairs, which I had been using as a spare closet/plunking spot for whatever I needed out of my way, because the HVAC guy was coming today to do maintenance on Monday. This took me until 10 PM. I wanted to watch a movie or a show on my phone before I fell asleep after getting my daughter to bed, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

    Saturday was almost perfect with a pleasant visit to Mom in the rehab center with my youngest followed by my cousin’s beautiful bridal shower not too far away. That was a bright light, but I spent the long drive home wishing I drank more coffee after my daughter had climbed all over me all afternoon and I felt my energy fade after all the excitement (certain things can make me feel my age and that’s one of them) and I got a call from my husband that the dog is not well.

    He noticed she has been lying around much more than usual and having trouble walking on different feet. He called the animal hospital Saturday that is literally right by our house and they were not open. I arrived home from the bridal shower and my husband had to leave right away to take our oldest to work while I held down the fort getting supper made and being there while our two middle boys had friends over. Then Steve came home and took our to an urgent vet a half hour away and they told him that because they were short-staffed by one vet that it would be 6-8 hours for our dog to be seen with the symptoms he reported. So he left because it was the evening by then and he hadn’t eaten dinner yet and that would have been a lot to sit there at that time for 6-8 hours.

    Sunday morning he drove her back to the same place in which showed a 4 hour wait time before 8 AM. He got down there with her and their online wait time was apparently inaccurate and they were again telling him it would be a 6-8 hour wait so he left and went to another urgent care vet he found online. Around 1 PM Sunday afternoon he was heading home with her and he reported she had bloodwork and it came back negative for Lyme’s Disease but they still think that’s what it is or a similar tick-borne illness. They said her joints are hot. So she received IV fluids and antibiotics and went home with antibiotics and some subcutaneous fluid that they put in there that her body is supposed to gradually absorb (her body has a temporary hump of fluid). Hoping that she gets better in 2-3 days because this was several hundred dollars just from this visit alone, she recently has had a seizure problem that we are now treating with twice daily meds so there have been a bunch of expenses there, and she’s only 4 years old. All 4 of our kids in the car on the way to church were worrying she’s going to die and talking about desperately wanting another dog if something happens to her. And as sandwiched adults we are just done with pets. We just have so many family members for whom we are responsible and it’s a busy season and I would be very hesitant to get another dog or pet in general because of the significant cost and the time and energy that we are already short on. And my husband is on a whole other level of “no way is another pet happening in this lifetime.” So, we’ve had plenty going on, and we love our dog, and we keep her alive and well until our youngest is in at least Middle School which is 5 more years. Hoping it’s reasonable to wish for at least that.

    After taco night at home Sunday we called it and again couldn’t keep our eyes open.

    It was the weekend, but it wasn’t.

  • September 7, 2025

    The One I Meant to Post Yesterday

    As my daughter and I reached the parking lot after our Sunday afternoon visit to Mom at the big hospital a bed opened up at the rehab she was hoping to return to late afternoon today and by evening Mom was settled into a room! Previously she faced a beautiful courtyard there that she enjoyed for a day and now she’s on the other side of the facility and was pleasantly chatting about all of the black cows outside of her window facing a farmer’s field. Hoping for her ability to persevere with bone on bone knees as getting them replaced is the next step and being on them is never pleasant. Hoping this is the last stop on a long journey from the initial emergent surgery at the small hospital nearly a year ago now.

  • September 2, 2025

    Too Soon?

    The big hospital surgeon who performed Mom’s most recently surgery one week and one day ago came in and checked on her today and said he thinks this is all because she didn’t eat solids for so many months (following his orders to prevent another obstruction while awaiting surgery). Hope this informs them for the next person if it happens again. They won’t come out and say that they tried solid foods too soon. I mean I am not looking to place blame at all and I’m not angry. I just wish they would admit they should have waited a little longer before introducing the solids because if there ever is a next surgery (hopefully there won’t need to be but after almost a year of this I am always preparing for the next Q & A session with a doc) I want to be able to say that slowing down the reintroduction of even soft solid food in my mom’s seemingly special case should be considered to avoid setbacks. The NG tube is apparently STILL getting stuff out of Mom’s stomach and they have more than once told her that they are surprised that it is still emptying contents since it went in Saturday night. No EDD as of yet and we are left to wonder did they urge her Too Soon to consume solid food post surgery given her medical history in the last year of prior ileuses and previous obstructions and bowel nightmares. Can we ease our way gradually in recovery with the patients like Mom who tend to have setbacks? What’s the hurry? Readmissions are certainly not what anyone wants to see.