Caring magazine 47 Caring November 2017 | Page 22

Help and support A Carer’s Guide to: Positive thinking Sometimes it’s hard to stay positive when we’re caring, and we’re confronted with the reality of life not going to plan. Carers UK member Steph Nimmo has had to work harder than most at finding the positives. Her daughter, Daisy, born with a rare genetic disorder, passed away last January, just over a year after Steph’s husband, Andy, died of cancer. Still caring for her two sons who have autism along with another teenage daughter, Steph has managed to turn the most difficult of stories into a book which is both life-affirming and uplifting. We parents of children who were born to be different in some way are always being told we are amazing, we are so strong, we are told that you couldn’t do what we do – well guess what? Sometimes we want to turn around and instead of smiling angelically and saying something like ‘Well you just have to get on with it, they are my child no matter what’ we want to tell you ‘It sucks, I hate it and quite frankly I want to run away!’ There are days when the Glad Game, famously played by the fictional character Pollyanna, just does not work for me. How could I be glad when my work load just kept increasing, when I saw constant deterioration in my child’s health, when her bedroom looked more and more like a hospital room every day? How could I, when every hard won battle for independence and time off got taken away by yet another medical curve ball? Caring is rubbish at times. The times when you’ve just changed the bed for the millionth time and then her stoma bag leaks all over it. The times when she hit you as you leant forward to kiss her goodnight because the seizure activity going on in her brain made her confused. The times when your other children were on the receiving end of your stress and didn’t deserve to be shouted at 22 “With Christmas just around the corner this will be a hard time of year for many of us” for the smallest of misdemeanours. The times when the nurse agency messed up the care rota so by day three of being awake most of the night you are incapable of stringing a sentence together let alone caring for four children. With Christmas just around the corner this will be a hard time of year for many of us. It’s supposed to be a time of thanks and gratefulness. Last year, Christmas came after the year from hell, which began with my husband’s funeral and ended with Daisy’s health in a desperately worrying decline. I’m so glad I gave in to Daisy’s demands to put the tree up in November and went all-out to make it super-special. I’m so glad I trawled the internet trying to get hold of the carersuk.org