Jed with his dog, May 6, 2025

Anyone who has every cared for a bed bound person is familiar with the necessity to reposition their loved one every two hours. This is to avoid and/or is part of the treatment for bed sores.

Yesterday I used one such two hour interval for a manicure and pedicure. The self-care felt evident, but more so the chance to drift as a very kind young woman from Southern China, carefully washed my feet, scrubbed my heals, massaged my legs, and applied nail polish before repeating a similar process on my hands.  I appreciated how she used a portable fan on my feet as she applied polish to my fingers–and used a portable fan for each hand in between her ministrations.

Meanwhile, it’s four weeks since hospice care began and I’m in a same-o, same-o frame of mind.

Up by 7:30 AM no matter what time I fell asleep the “night” before, to allow the home health aide “clock” in from my cell phone.

Gloves on and the work to give him a wash, change his shirt and his diaper, change the “chucks” – the absorbent disposable mats under his body – and every few days, the positioning pad and fabric mat. It usually takes about an hour. And then breakfast, pureed yogurt and fruit with a little nutritional yeast thrown in, or oatmeal and apple with a bit of smashed up walnuts and a couple of spoonfuls of maple syrup ’cause why not.

Meds are next. The ones that help Jed stay calm and out of pain–a new wrinkle now that he is bed bound: neck pain, stiff joints, where a turn without supporting his head mean agonizing moments until we right it.

Jed sleeping on his side, May 15, 2025

Then sleep. A two-hour check. Turn or change then turn. Then two more hours, and change, lunch: smashed avocado and cottage cheese, or an egg salad, or left over pureed mashed potatoes with spinach. More meds, time upright to digest and then turn.

Plus two-hours, and again, till dinner, and more meds, and then the four-hour turns. at 10:00 PM and 2:00 AM. Those are the hardest. I am tired. And not sleeping enough. And sometimes doing the 2:00 AM on my own because the workers don’t work overnight. When they can help they do, but one worker in particular informed me last week that she can’t do it anymore.

The 2:00 AM on my own has its own rhythm. The repositioning is the hardest, but I am beginning to get it right. I find that bathing him in the half light has a kind of soothing appeal. I take my time. Careful to wash off every last bit of Desitin and biological matter that clings to him. Once I am done. I sit for a while. Watch him drift in sleep. His mouth open, as he draws breath. His body otherwise still resting on a mountain of pillows and flannel PJ bottoms that we stuff strategically to ease his comfort. 

Last week Izzi started to come to help. We bond even deeper as we minister to him. We fill his nights with our love. Lie in my bed afterward at 3:00 AM, unable to sleep, watching old Sopranos episodes.