Writing Keeps This Caregiver Sane

Writing Keeps This Caregiver Sane
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I stumbled into my future profession when I took a creative writing class as a junior in high school. I took the class because it was an elective, something easy. In other words, it was what my teenage self considered a “blow-off,” something that didn’t require studying. Studying, I thought at the time, was boring.

Until then, I had never expressed any particular affinity for writing. In all my years of school, I wrote because I was required to. A teacher would give me an assignment, so I had to write. At no point did I long to put pen to paper.

That creative writing class changed my opinion, because the assignments the teacher gave us — we had to write poems, plays, and short stories — allowed me to use my imagination. Apparently, I had quite an imagination, because I got an A in the class.

In accessing my imagination, I found that I loved and longed to write. Writing became an outlet to express the sadness I felt as a teenager. It became like a close friend. As a shy person who lacked confidence at the time, I needed friends. The written word became a pathway for me to figure out how I felt and what I was thinking about.

I share all of this to say that I wish my wife, Jill, and daughter did not have Huntington’s. As much as I appreciate you reading this, I wish I wasn’t writing a weekly column about what it’s like to be a caregiver. This journey I’m writing about requires my powers of observation, which I have honed over years as a journalist. I wish I could turn those powers of observation off, but I can’t.

Instead, I notice a lot.

For instance, I notice how often my wife’s toes wiggle and twitch. I notice her eyes moving from side to side, a movement known as choreas. I notice how often my daughter becomes sad knowing what’s in store for her and Jill.

I wish I could turn off my imagination, which powers ideas for future stories, so that I wouldn’t have to think about the ways my wife and daughter must deal with life and their disease, and how much they suffer from anxiety, sadness, depression, and physical complications as Huntington’s disease continues its inexorable march in their minds and bodies.

Instead, I feel sad, so I write. I observe, so I write. I breathe, so I write.

I write to inspire. I write to educate. I write to provide comfort. I write to give hope. I write to encourage love in families where members are dealing with someone who has Huntington’s. I write to understand my own feelings. I write to tell my wife and daughter how much I love them. I write because it’s therapeutic for me and keeps me sane. I write because it channels my sadness into something positive.

If you have read this far, I thank you, because these words are written from my heart, and if we can understand one another’s hearts, the world will be a much better place. And that, ultimately, is why I write — to try to be a candle in this sometimes harsh, often unforgiving, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes difficult, and often dark world, where rare diseases rip into people’s bodies and minds, but can never take away the love that bursts and blooms in the hearts of caregivers for the ones they see suffering.

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Carlos is a journalist in the Midwest, who through the grace of God has been blessed with a brilliant, beautiful, and courageous wife and daughter. His wife found out she was gene-positive for Huntington’s Disease (HD) at the age of 41, while his daughter found out she was gene-positive for HD when she was 22. Carlos’s aim in writing column is to offer a caregiver’s perspective while also trying to inspire those families who are dealing with Huntington’s. He loves to evangelize, read, play soccer, and share — according to family members —really bad puns. (For the record, Carlos thinks his puns are really punny and funderful.)
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Carlos is a journalist in the Midwest, who through the grace of God has been blessed with a brilliant, beautiful, and courageous wife and daughter. His wife found out she was gene-positive for Huntington’s Disease (HD) at the age of 41, while his daughter found out she was gene-positive for HD when she was 22. Carlos’s aim in writing column is to offer a caregiver’s perspective while also trying to inspire those families who are dealing with Huntington’s. He loves to evangelize, read, play soccer, and share — according to family members —really bad puns. (For the record, Carlos thinks his puns are really punny and funderful.)
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