Caregiving

  • I’ve been wanting the tell my mother’s story for some time. She was full of life, my best friend, but that was all cut short by a reaction to a medication that caused a brain aneurysm that has left her severely incapacitated. I was going to write a book, but thought it might be more beneficial to share it here, in real time, where I can offer resources and live links for others who may…

  • Most of you know that I’ve been helping to take care of my mom since her stroke 30 months ago. Those first few months were nothing short of horrendous. I didn’t know the stress I was under and that one of my biggest lessons would be to avoid caregiver burnout. According to AARP, as many as 41 million of us are caring for our adult family members. It’s not a role I ever planned for…

  • Being a Caregiver in a Time of COVID: The tragedy that’s happening inside, and outside, of our nursing homes I haven’t seen my mother since February 18. As her primary caregiver, I used to see her every day. Not just to visit. But to feed her. And wash her face, and brush her hair, and to let her know she was loved through eye contact and hugs. But COVID-19 changed that. There’s a serious situation…

  • My mom is in a long-term care facility. My brothers and I are used to seeing her virtually every day. I have not seen her since February. This pandemic is real. It’s serious. And yes, residents of these facilities are at the greatest risk.  But there are some smart, safe ways to end the lockdown at long-term care facilities and allow us to see our loved ones. Residents of these facilities may not understand why…

  • Death is birth in reverse. That’s what our hospice nurse keeps telling me every time I question a new behavior of my mom. And every time I find myself in the baby aisle at Target buying diapers, sippy cups, and picture books, I realize just how right she is as a caregiver for my elderly mother. Read more: Tips for Caring for Elderly Parents Caring for An Elderly Parent Fifteen months ago, my mother had…

  • It’s taken me a long time to write this post. I generally write about happy things – mainly my happy places. But writing is therapy for me. So as difficult as this is, my mother’s story needs to be told. Often, when I’m writing a blog post, I talk into a recorder and tell a story – it sounds more conversational which is my style of writing. But in this case, I couldn’t do it.…