When I was undergoing my first diagnosis in Oxford, and was still
working, I never let my religious beliefs go.
I suppose I was hoping that my religion would keep me going, and
would save me from whatever was coming.
At this time most, clergy prayed for those who were sick, or
dying, and it was generally accepted, because these people were usually
seriously ill, either at home in bed or in hospital.
However, I remember reading notes in my Office diary the other
day, that I was at an Evening Service in Oxford and was staggered to hear
the priest praying for me.
My wife said that I looked at her in disbelief, and perhaps shock,
wondering why I was being prayed for, when I was in church.
I now understand that it is quite common, to pray for everyone who is ill these days, but I confess this did not help me at the time, and left me feeling very confused
Originally, I had started going to this evening service
because it was very quiet compared to the normal Sunday service, and
easier to cope with
At this stage I had forgotten how to say the Lord’s Prayer, and it
took a lot of demanding work to bring it all back.
We eventually moved back to my family home in the North East, and
we decided to return to my old church where we had been married and where I had
been in the choir for over ten years.
I then realised that the words I had learnt again, were totally
different to those being said at the service.
After going to a second service where they sang the Lord’s Prayer,
I decided enough was enough, simply because I don't cope with constant changes.
By this stage, I simply could not read words and sing at the same
time.
I then found that the Church leaders were not interested in people
with memory problems, because we were told that if I was not happy I should
attend the 8 am service on a Sunday morning.
While I struggle to cope with my religious beliefs these days, I
can understand why people turn to turn back to religion, to keep them going,
and I guess to help them understand meaning of life.
I guess it also gives them” Hope", that small word with
a big meaning.
Hope can bring meaning into a person's life, and help them to face
challenging times without despair.
Hope is future orientated and experiencing, and "Hope",
provides the strength to cope with painful and stressful events, such as
receiving a diagnosis of Dementia
Hope gives a person the will power to think a cure may come along,
or medication may improve or stop their illness in its tracks.
Finding "Hope" is a means of coping with this illness, and what is happening in our lives, and Professionals need to be aware, that even when "Hope" is unrealistic people must find their own meaning to life
Although I am struggling to cope with my faith these days, I still
have "Hope"
I know that even though I lose the ability to do some things, I
"HOPE" to fight on, enjoying my family for a bit longer, and enjoying
the hobbies I can still do without assistance.
I know that I will never be able to enjoy my faith in the same way
as I used to do, because of the constant changes to services and prayers these
days, but as one clergyman said recently, that’s the way things are moving in
the Church of England and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
To me it feels as if the religious leaders in this country
have turned their backs on those who are ill and struggling with their
faith.
Many clergy say that it's a waste of time performing services in
front of those who have memory problems or dementia, because they simply cannot
take an active part. If only they took the time to think carefully.
Many grew up with familiar types of service and forms of prayer, and do not cope with constant changes to services etc.
So, we must all fund our own way, and Hope we can carry on as best
we can.
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I always say that we may have this illness, but we are all so different.
This is my own daily problems, but I would gladly share anyone elses, if they send them in,