July 17, 2018

Another Look: Joe and Marge

Sweethearts. Photo by Patrick

First posted in 2012

Marge died today.

A petite, pretty octogenarian, she had been wandering in the world of Alzheimer dementia for many years. I’ve known her for a few of those years, at least I’ve known the lady who rarely sat still, who moved continually from one place to another, looking out the windows, fluffing and straightening the pillows, and then sitting down for a moment, her knees rising and falling as her legs bounced incessantly. Then it was up again, muttering this or that, moving like a tumbleweed blowing across the floor, rarely at rest, moved by some mysterious wind.

“Pleasantly confused” we’d write in our notes, because she’d smile, say a few words that may or may not make sense, give you her hand, and then rise to move about some more.

But today there she lay, still as can be.

Joe, her husband, in the immediate aftermath of her death, seemed a bit lost without her to chase around. His carefully maintained routine had now reached its end.

Joe is also a mover, an actor, a doer. He took care of Marge for a long time. Though he has twenty five years on me I never thought of him as being “old.” He had been an athlete in high school and college, still has most of his hair, and he moves energetically around the house. The military had given him a lot — discipline, plain and direct speech, self-confidence and good habits, a profound sense of duty, and impeccable organization skills. He is a smart man too. Joe had worked for the phone company and he is a master at diagnosing and fixing problems. With all his gifts, he still has an easy, “aw shucks” down-home Hoosier personality. He’s always smiling, quick with a story or a saying, or a “can I get you something?” offer. Then he’s off on the move again, serving his wife by keeping the routine going.

Most of all, he loves Marge.

I don’t mean he is sentimental or romantic. He may be, but I have not seen that side of him. What I have witnessed is the essence of what I take love to be: being with and for another for that person’s benefit.

When Marge came on hospice service, Joe made it clear to everyone that he was her caregiver. We were there to help him, if and when he needed it.

He allowed the nurse to come, of course, to assess Marge and manage her medicines (and he wanted her to have as little of that as possible — only what was necessary). No health aide was needed. He would bathe her and take care of her personal needs. He rarely required social worker visits because he had all the practical matters settled. And in the beginning, he did not want the chaplain. They had their faith and that was enough. Joe believed in routine and didn’t want others coming in and disrupting theirs because he thought it best for Marge.

So, every night they would go to bed past midnight after watching their favorite late night TV show. Marge would sleep soundly until late in the morning. Joe awoke early, did whatever errands he needed to do, and then returned home, read his paper and prepared breakfast for them. He awakened his dear wife, helped her to the bathroom and got her clean and dressed, and then they sat down for breakfast together. While he was finishing up in the kitchen, she would start making her laps around the house, occasionally sitting down to watch a few moments of TV. Joe would spend the day taking care of the household and their affairs while keeping an eye on her and tending to her needs.

On it went throughout each day. Together they played the same sonata over and over again, now moving, now resting, now faster, now slower. On Fridays, he took Marge on a weekly outing to get her hair done. However, for years, they spent the vast majority of their time hidden away, retracing their steps around a closed course. Their world was small, but filled with love. Joe was always with her. Joe was always for her. And she always knew him and responded to him.

After a couple of offers, Joe agreed to let me, the chaplain, come out. I think he wanted to apologize for seeming inhospitable and to let me know that they were people of faith. He just wanted to interrupt Marge’s routine as little as possible.

We had a good visit. I found out they had been hurt and disillusioned by some experiences in church and preferred to keep private about practicing their beliefs. I also found out how funny Joe was and what a good storyteller he could be. He liked me too, and I guess you could say we hit it off. He agreed that I could come out once a month.

He would never have put it this way, but I know these visits were for him, not Marge. He had found someone with whom he could talk and laugh for a little while, and he needed that. I was amazed he felt like he only needed it once a month. We’d talk about his growing-up years and his old neighborhood, sports (always, especially basketball), what he used to do at work, what was happening in his extended family, places he and Marge had traveled, and so on. We had good, friendly conversation while Marge made her rounds or sat in front of the television.

One time he apologized because he thought he might have offended me by saying something negative about church on a previous visit. The way he went about it let me know that he’d been thinking about this for a month and couldn’t wait to unload the burden he’d been carrying. Another time Joe seemed distracted during our usual small talk. After a pause in the conversation, he asked if I officiated funerals. He had been thinking maybe it was time to get that lined up.

Slowly, the routine required more of our team’s participation. The nurse came a little more often. Marge’s medicines needed tweaking to take care of new symptoms. At one point, Joe agreed to having the health aide come, especially to help wash Marge’s hair. It had become too much for her to go out on Fridays. The routine, like a great ship on the ocean, was slowly turning toward home port.

The last time I visited, Marge’s condition had changed noticeably. She was sleeping more and more and moving about less and less. She was far less sure on her feet, and Joe had to guard constantly against falls. To my surprise, he talked about getting a hospital bed and we had a conversation about where he would set it up and how it might help. As usual, he asked every question imaginable and considered every scenario. Joe kept saying, “I’m almost ready to do this.”

If and when it happened this decision would be huge. They had always slept in the same bed, always gone to bed together after watching their late night show. He had always been right next to her if she needed anything in the night. For forever and a day, he had awakened first, got up, and taken care of the morning for them. He had always been with her, by her side, and she with him.

I heard on our team voice mail this morning that Marge fell yesterday. While taking a nap, she had tumbled out of bed. Joe finally agreed they needed the hospital bed. It would come later that day and the nurse would go out to check on them. I decided to call and talk with Joe to see if I could be of any encouragement to him.

Before I had a chance to call, about an hour later, my phone rang. Joe had slept later than usual because he had been awake through the night, worried about Marge. But he knew he had to get up and get their daily routine going. He leaned over, kissed her, then got up and went out to the living room to watch the news. When he came back a few moments later to look in on her, she was gone. Right there in their bed, where she belonged.

He called the nurse and gave her the news.

They wouldn’t need the hospital bed, he told her.

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Photo by Patrick at Flickr. Creative Commons License

Comments

  1. Christiane says:

    “What I have witnessed is the essence of what I take love to be:
    being with and for another for that person’s benefit.”

    This.

  2. john barry says:

    “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish til death us do part”. Marge would have been there for Joe as he was for her. My hope that people who do marry take the vow as seriously and with the same love and commitment as Joe and countless others like him.

    Old military quote about “uncommon valor was a common virtue” , I think at Iwo Jima. The touching story of Joe and Marge is not uncommon for the people of their generation.

    My wife and I were young when the Beatles song “Will You Still Love Me , When I’m 64” which seemed impossible to comprehend then , is now answered in the affirmative., however the other Beatle song about the same time is a little off, “All You Need is Love” .

    People that have been married a long time know what you need in addition to love.

    Of course my wife and I never argue, she always thinks I am right, we agree on everything, never had any serious problems, raising children was easy and things just fell into place because love conquers all. Of course my wife always dedicates Patsy Cline’s song “Crazy” to me because she knows I love Patsy Cline songs or perhaps I have recounted the above statements to her.

    There are rewards to being married 44 years for me , I am trying to think of some for my wife . Seriously my wife knows what I like to eat at restaurants better than I do, she knows what clothes size I wear and what I like and I do not like , she knows what I am thinking and is usually right, she can tell when I do not like someone even when I am being phony or as I like to say , charming, she knows when I am upset , she remembers the important things in our life and so on. I am not so aware, most of the time I do not know why my wife is upset or mad with me but I can tell she is.

    As the Letterman sang “Love is a Many Splendid Thing” thanks to people like Joe.

    “On our wedding night , my wife locked herself in the closet and cried all night, 55 years later I lock myself in the closet and cry all night”. RIP Henny Youngman ——-married 59 years . The take my wife please” guy had an ICU unit built in his home as his wife was very ill and terrified of hospitals. Like Joe , it seems Youngman was old school as they say but I would say good school.

    Nice story or as the Judds hit lamented “Tell Me About the Good Old Days”,

  3. Robert F says:

    I think when we talk about the resurrection of Jesus, when we’re not spiritualizing and theologizing it to the point of total abstraction, we’re talking about his total presence and availability, beyond his own death, to us, the church and the world. And his presence is for our sake, not his. That is why, under the influence of Bonhoeffer, radical theologians in the 1960s came to call Jesus “the man for others.” And if he is for others, as his disciples our duty surely must be to do likewise.

  4. Burro (Mule) says:

    The Scripture that came to my mind as I read all of this was ‘neither the husband hath authority over his [own] body, but the wife’. In my spiritual myopia I always took this to refer to sex. Joe just opened this verse up for me a little.

    May Marge be received into regions of light and peace, and may Joe’s widowhood be tempered more by his memory of her than the loss of her.

  5. My Dad is dependent on my Mom for caregiving. Similarly they are very private and don’t ask for help when it seems they could use it. About to start checking out some assisted living places which is very strange still even though we have talked about it a bit. Thing is, if my Mom has any issue at all we are suddenly, that very moment, in a world of hurt as my Dad is dependent for everything. I think they will eventually get into one and ask for very little assistance. It will be a comfort for my mom to not have to worry about a house and to know that in the eventuality of a crisis there will be immediate help. Still feels strange to all of us.

    • Christiane says:

      Chris,
      watch over your mom who doesn’t ask for help . . . . sometimes people have trouble asking for help. God Bless!

      • Thank you Christiane. I and one of my brothers live nearby and are always popping in to help but yes I do worry. She sometimes takes risks in doing things that require a lot of exertion that could get her into trouble.

  6. Rick Ro. says:

    It’s not dying I’m worried about, it’s growing old.

  7. Susan Dumbrell says:

    Two weeks ago I updated the Palliative Care and End of Life Care Plans for my husband who as you know is a resident in a nursing home.
    This was so difficult as the government issue form was many pages with many options and choices. I had help from two senior staff members. The Nursing Home requires these forms so they know just what treatment or lack of treatment is to be used in the event of an illness or accident.
    Needless to say this was distressing. I was making decisions for John without his input. He is mentally unable to make any decisions even on trivial matters. He has lost the power of speech too. What would he have chosen. We have never discussed these issues.
    I offer this as a cautionary tale. Don’t wait in discussing these matters with your family and loved ones. Talk about them while you are fit and well. People need to know just what you want your care to be.

    I came home and thew up. I didn’t realise that updating these forms and then singing them and dating them could have such a physical affect.

    His health is poor at present but there is a tenacity hidden deep inside him and he battles on.

    Susan

    • Christiane says:

      Hello Susan,
      this sounds like an ordeal that would distress anyone and it was good that you had some help from the senior staff members . . . we are beginning to ‘prepare’ for ‘the future’ in certain ways and just thinking about it is difficult, but at least we have had nursing home insurance in place for some time and are used to the expense

      Take some time to care for yourself as it sounds like your own health is being affected by the strain. Sending ‘hugs’ and will pray for you to be sustained and to be given peace.

    • Rick Ro. says:

      Wise words, Susan. Sorry for the continued trial you are experiencing.

    • So sorry for everything you’re going through.

    • Praying God’s peace and surrounding arms for you.

  8. Dana Ames says:

    Thinking of David Cornwell and his Marge today. May the Lord be their peace, and Susan and John’s too.

    Dana

  9. Thanks for sharing this Chaplain Mike, and for being there for them. I hope someone like you will be there when my wife and I reach that place.

  10. Thanks for sharing this Chaplain Mike, and for being there for them. I hope someone like you will be there when my wife and I reach that place.

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