When caregiving feels like dad and me vs. the hospital
Every step in the recovery process was delicate and had a potential setback, every remedy had a potential side effect.
Why does progress always feel painfully slow?
It feels like whatever you want to happen quickly, doesn’t, and whatever you’d prefer to deal with later won’t wait.
Caregiving: the memories, dreams and delirium
One caregiver recounts the dreams his father once had, the soon-to-be-diagnosed delirium his father suffers from and the memories triggered by the first days caregiving.
The hospital’s rules vs. the caregiver’s expectations
I quickly learned that hospitals abide by their own set of rules and not at all in tune with my expectations as a caregiver.
Caregiving, Without Answers
I lay there thinking about all the questions about dad’s health– there were still no answers.
Step into the caregiver ring: when the fight for your loved one begins
I had entered the caregiver ring, stepped inside and rose to the bell to fight alongside my dad and family. We were determined to find out what was wrong with him and get him better. But it wouldn’t be that easy.
Is this the last goodbye?
I wondered if this would indeed be the time. And would I be too late to say goodbye?
Beginning Caregiving with Tears, Prayer and Love
I asked that I could have at least one more connection with him, that I could tell him I love him and that he’d know that love was coming from me.
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