Showing posts with label Adventures in Mother-Sitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adventures in Mother-Sitting. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2012

I'm so proud to know Doreen Cox, loving caregiver


I first met Doreen in a women's memoir group on LinkedIn. We got to chatting and then moved on to reading each other's books and reviewing them. I was so intrigued with Doreen's story about caring for her mother - the pure love mother and daughter had for each other - that I wanted to get to know Doreen better. I found that not only did she give undivided love to her mother she gives it to all of the people in her life. I have been a recipient.  No day goes by when I don't hear from Doreen either on Facebook, Twitter, a comment on my blog, or an email. I am indeed blessed to know her.

Please read about her journey in writing her first book and how she got it published. I can relate since my memoir was culled from years of journaling as well.


A Cathartic Journey
By Doreen Cox

Throughout the three years of my Care Bear experience, I scribbled in a journal at night in order to stave off despair, to keep my sanity; to cut loose the tears that had been bottled up inside while I took care of my dementia-addled mom throughout the day. A few months before she died, a niece-in-law asked to read my scribbles. Jenni planted the seed for me to publish, at least for family and friends. After my mother died, I discovered a cache of letters that I had written her during college and when living out of state. Those letters were my first forays into journaling for I liberally wrote to my mom about my life. While rereading those letters, I had an ‘aha’ kind of moment.

For much of my adult life, my mom had been after me to write a book, any book. Technical and procedures manual writing in my earlier career endeavors was the closest that I came. My ‘aha’ moment occurred about three months after my mom had died. I told myself to just, ‘play with it,’ and began typing up and printing out my journal. There was no rhyme or reason to the content, the topic covered. Each page contained scribbles relating to the events, thoughts and emotions of the day. My computer had an old version of Word; I was not online. I did go to our local bookstore and perused a few books on writing memoirs. My mind, though, was too addled to focus on a ‘how-to’ process.

The next phase was cut-and-paste by topic relating to my experiences, literally, with scissors. Doing jigsaw puzzles while my mom read to me from children’s books had relaxed my stress. My cut-and-paste process seemed to temper the raw emotions that came while piecing together the story of this final journey with my mom. I began to write in more of the day-to-day incidences and ordeals that had occurred as dementia had taken over more of her brain. On two occasions, I actually threw the entire draft into the garbage can, albeit a clean one.

Deciding on and naming the chapters was also akin to doing a jigsaw puzzle. It was while typing a second draft that I began to feel a sense of excitement. Proofreading a manual had always been fun for me so editing the memoir added to my excitement. The most poignant aspect was that it often felt as if I were being guided to, ‘Take out this section,’ or, ‘Move this chapter here,’ or, ‘Use this word.’

I ran into a man with whom I used to work; Isaac was now a Hospice chaplain and had recently published his story. He gave me the name of his Indie Publisher, Phyllis Olmstead. We met and my excitement grew; all was in motion. She massaged the chapters for book-print, added pictures, and highlighted key caregiver points. Her respectfulness of my desires made the process a nourishing one.

About Doreen: Just look at that smile. It warms me all over. And I had the wonderful pleasure to have lunch with her last spring when we were both visiting in the Washington, DC area. Her zest for life and enthusiasm for her work are contagious.  

Armed with a BS degree from a liberal arts college, a sense of wanderlust and a passion for experiential knowledge relating to people and their social environments, Doreen Cox began a career path that, to some, might appear haphazard, like a revolving door. It includes: business firm project coordinator positions, hospital staff recruitment, substance abuse counselor, mental health screener, and emotionally disturbed children’s case manager. The common denominators for each career endeavor are the use of communication and liaison skills in settings that were dynamic to the author because of the diversity of people she encountered.

     The author was into her eighth year as a group counselor at an alternative school for at-risk students when her most challenging position presented itself.  The author’s first book, Adventures in Mother-Sitting, is a memoir of her three years as a full-time caregiver.  Because of the downward spiral of her mother’s mental, physical and developmental abilities due to dementia, the author’s well-honed communication and listening skills were put to their ultimate test.  Her previous career adventures had indeed added more stores of knowledge, fostered the growth of self-confidence and provided assuagement of that restless spirit.  The experience as her mother’s caregiver, however, offered the ultimate spiritual adventure, bringing to the author bittersweet lessons related to trust, faith, unconditional love, and compassion.  The author, wanderlust currently at rest, resides in Florida. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Writing resolutions check-in


Besides writing I do participate in other creative activities - like seeing a wonderful art exhibit at LACMA called In Wonderland
This painting is by Frieda Khalo.

Time to revisit my 2012 writing resolutions (posted on January 1, 2012) and report how I’ve been doing.

First for the things I’ve accomplished.

  • I participated in the January River of Stones project, writing a small stone every day of the month.
  • I finished reading Doreen Cox’ Adventures in Mother Sitting and wrote and posted reviews for it. I overachieved in the review category, by finally writing and posting a review of Laura Mays Hoopes memoir Breaking the Spiral Ceiling: An American Woman Becomes A DNA Scientist.
  • And I’m happy to report that my novel writing has gone very well. I’m writing a bit more than the one thousand words a week that was my commitment.
  • I’m also writing a poem a week and writing my regular posts for NaturallySavvy and PsychAlive
  • One of my best accomplishments of the month was finally, with the help of Ben and Marissa, my son and daughter-in-law, posting a three-minute interview up on Marla Miller’s Women Over 45 Speak website. They directed and produced the video perfectly.


However, I haven’t been so successful in a few other areas.

  • I’ve fallen behind on posting every week on my Facebook poetry group pages, Poetry Pact and Poets. Writers, Photographers, Musicians, Artists ~ Networking Group – that is not to say I haven’t post at all. I’m averaging one every other week.
  • But, I haven’t entered any contests or calls for publication yet; though just this day I submitted a piece for the Seven Sentences blog. Does that count? No, probably not.
  • Also, I’m still weak in keeping up with other blogs – not that I’ve done no reading and commenting, just that I haven’t done enough.


So, not too bad for the first month. The main thing is that I’m writing and blogging a lot. And it’s all good.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Review of Adventures in Mother-Sitting by Doreen Cox


Adventures in Mother-Sitting by Doreen Cox is truly a love story. No, not a love story in the boy-girl romantic sense but a story about the love between a mother and a daughter.

Author Doreen Cox shares her experience as a "care bear" during the last three years of her mother's life and how she learned to live with her mother's slow progression from a viable, interesting, lovable, and happy woman to a woman overcome by dementia unable to handle even her most basic bodily needs. And Ms. Cox doesn't shirk away from those details. She repeatedly quotes her mother's mantra: 
"You just do what you have to do."

Ms. Cox starts out this story as her mother's daughter and friend and roommate. She gradually becomes her care bear and then her "mommy." Though her mother always could articulate a thank you and big toothless smile for everything Ms. Cox did for her, she became like a child thanking her mommy.

Ms. Cox gave up her as a career group counselor at an alternative school for at-risk and SED high school students to care for her mother, and she never regretted it. She took on all the necessary tasks that were required to keep her mother fed, medicated, and clean and she never shied away from them. Even after her mother's death, she says: "The desire in me to take care of Mother to her end-time had been very strong, a `calling,' I had termed it. My `calling' included the care of Mother's body to its end."

I am in awe of Ms. Cox' loving and un-resentful care of her mother. She never asked the question on many other's minds: "How could anyone do this day after day, night after night, for so long?" 
Her loving heart and soul just wouldn't allow it.

I recommend this book for anyone dealing with dementia. It definitely is a lesson in love.