


5 Ways to be a Happier Millennial Caregiver
When I first became my mom’s caregiver, I thought that being a happy caregiver was is a bit of an oxymoron. To those who are thrown into caregiving, it often feels like a thankless job. And whether you’re caring for a loved one alone or with a team of...
Roz Chast’s Graphic Memoir
Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? By Roz Chast 228 pages, Bloomsbury USA; First Edition edition (May 6, 2014) Five years after her mother’s death at the age of 97, Roz Chast commemorated her journey with her parents during their last few years in a...
I’ll be there in a minute
I am my husband’s primary caregiver. Although a paid caregiver comes each morning to get him up, I’m the person on the job day and night. A while ago my husband was hospitalized for pneumonia and he spent three and a half days in the hospital. Shortly after he came...
Learning to forgive myself
Do you feel like you’re doing the best you can, all the time? No matter how hard I try, it gets to me sometimes. Love alone isn’t enough for me to not lose my cool. Maybe it should be. Maybe it is for you. (is it?). But the pressure mounts…the bills...
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.

Caregivers: We’re not Mother Teresa
I’d been a bedside volunteer for more than five years; sitting with dying patients and their families once or twice a week for up to four continuous hours. Sometimes I stayed with patients overnight. Regardless how demanding my responsibilities, I knew that when I...
What do I do now?
It was January 30, 2001 – 7:41 pm. As quickly as my son was delivered by an emergency c-section, he was carried off by the nurses to the NICU. That began one of the longest nights of my life. After several hours, my wife began to wonder why they had not brought our...
Managing caregiver’s guilt
February 13, 2014. The day I became a caregiver. That was the day Jeff came home following nearly seven months spent in three hospitals after his spinal cord injury. Of course I had been preparing for my role of caregiver for months. The nurses, therapists, and staff...
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