The Church Lady Upstairs…….Caring for Mom

“When a person is down in the world, an ounce of help is better than a pound of preaching“…..Edward George Bulwer-Lytton.

Caring for my ailing mother proved quite difficult. I lived 1,700 miles away. My young family also needed attention, so I could only manage to visit her just a week to ten days every month.

Mom’s respiratory condition worsened. Oxygen, special medication and a lot of bed rest became her fare of the day, while fatigue, frustration and financial difficulties loomed in my life. Yet, I promised myself I’d try to do what was necessary for as long as it took.

“I can’t go shopping.” “I can’t visit my neighbors.” “I can’t even get to church.” Mom’s complaints were unavoidable and valid.

Being housebound and isolated from all the activities she so enjoyed caused her to sink rapidly into a state of depression. In a short span of time, it was obvious her mental health deteriorated to the point of worry.

On one visit, I asked, “How are you managing when I’m not here?” She replied, “Oh, I don’t need much these days. But when I do, Gen, the church lady, as you used to call her, comes by and takes care of me.”

“What does she do for you?” I asked.

“She tidies up, brings me treats, shops for my groceries, makes me a cup of tea and keeps me up-to-date on the latest gossip.”

Smiling, I said, “She sounds like quite a friend and a natural caregiver.”

Mom’s face beamed. “Not only to me but to anyone who needs a helping hand.”

I thought back to another one of my visits to see Mom, just before she was hospitalized, Gen arrived at my mother’s door with two home-cooked meals saying, “I knew you were coming, and I had a little extra. Thought you two girls might enjoy not having to cook tonight.”

Gen stayed and visited with me after Mom turned in for the night. I got the latest gossip myself and then I thanked her for profusely for caring for Mom. She smiled. “It’s my pleasure,” she said. “Besides, living right upstairs makes it as easy as can be.”

“Mom can be stubborn; I’m surprised she agreed to letting you help her.”

“We’ve been friends a long time, so once we worked out a few problems, everything fell into place. Now its routine.”

My stomach tightened. I asked, “What kind of problems?”

“I guess it started the day the washing machine overflowed,” she explained. “I knew she didn’t follow directions. And since she doesn’t have much laundry,  I asked if I could wash a few things of my own in her machine using a special low-suds cleaning product. Catherine was delighted. Now it’s a regular routine.” Gen added, “We’ve never had another flood.”

“Was there any damage to the house?”

Gen shook her head. My relief only lasted a few seconds when I saw her brow furrow. “Something else?” I asked. There was a slight pause

“Well, there was the afternoon I stopped in for tea.” She closed her eyes and made the sign of the cross. “The minute I walked in, I smelled gas. Seems Catherine went to make a cup of tea, couldn’t light the burner on the stove and walked away, forgetting to turn the knob back to its off position.”

I gasped at the thought of an explosion.

I opened the windows, aired out the apartment then told her I got a new supply of imported teas from England and hoped she’d help me enjoy them. I promised her I’d come every afternoon. Catherine was thrilled. Now, she waits for me to make the tea. Says I have a special touch.” Gen smiled. “And, I’ve never smelled gas since.”

I said a silent prayer.

Gen leaned in close and patted my hand. “Did you know she’s not fond of the Meals on Wheels selections?”

Before I could answer, she continued. “Catherine took it upon herself to sleep through the delivery time. I told her I loved their food and made a deal to swap it for some of my dishes. We switch all the time now, and she’s not losing any more weight.”

How I had missed these potential danger signs baffled me. I pointed to Mom’s medication containers on the kitchen counter. “Your idea, too?”

A quick nod was followed with, “I convinced her that a different color pillbox for each day makes taking medicine a little more fun. Once we matched a day with a special color, there were no more mistakes.”

The more I heard, the more I realized this “church lady” was more than a caregiver, she was an angel. “You’re a special person. You’ve given Mom more than friendship and physical care; you’ve managed to help her keep her dignity when she needs it most. How can I thank you for your kindness? Can I pay you for your time?”

Shaking her head Gen answered, “Just keep me in your prayers and keep coming as often as you can. I don’t think Catherine has much time left.”

I promised I would on both accounts and hugged her wholeheartedly. “I worry about her all the time.”

“There’s no need to worry,” Gen told me before she left to go upstairs to her apartment. “I’m here for her, just a few steps away.”

Gen was indeed an expert in her field. She washed away my worries and heartaches with her presence and generosity. She waxed my spirit with her unselfish ministry. She polished my faith, hope and charity with her exemplary life.

(by Helen Collela /An excerpt from Chicken Soup for the Caregiver’s Soul….)

About Sue Salach

Sue has a Master's degree in Gerontology and has worked with the elderly and their families for over 30 years and is the Author of "Along Comes Grandpa", a caregiving resource guide, and the novel "If I Walked in Her Shoes". As an ElderCare Expert and Keynote Speaker, Sue employs her comprehensive experience and passion, to educate and promote self-care values to family caregivers and the community at large.
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4 Responses to The Church Lady Upstairs…….Caring for Mom

  1. This is a beautiful story. I saw that happening in my mother’s world too. She was the angel to many and then they returned the favor. She was as much of an angel to the author as to her mother. The relief of knowing a loved one is cared for in your absence is a true blessing.


  2. Lorrie says:

    Your posts always tug at my heartstrings:) Makes me wanna go do a good deed today. Its nice when people look out for each other.


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