Caregiving has many facets. It can range from helping with grocery shopping and taking a loved to doctor’s appointments to full-time 24 hour care. In a way, it’s a journey and the landscape gradually changes. But sometimes a sudden drop-off … Continue reading →
Have you ever read or heard something that turned on the lightbulb in your head? Or maybe it was an “aha” experience that shed new light on your situation. While I say, and believe, Jesus holds me, loves, and … Continue reading →
Any project goes better with the right tools. But first, a person needs to know what tools are available and how to use them. Caregivers constantly prove how creative they are, often with everyday objects. We called my petite Grandmother … Continue reading →
Today, I am pleased to introduce you to Author/Speaker Ann (Nancy) Rhodes, NP. We met online and then shared a delightful hour getting to know each other in a virtual meeting. Based on her work as a nurse practitioner in … Continue reading →
At the same time our son approached his teens, I was thrown into the world of caregiving for my parents and my grandmother that lasted quite a few years. When the phone rang, I wondered what latest crisis would hijack … Continue reading →
Dementia does not care who you are. From President Ronald Reagan to your Aunt Tillie, anyone can fall prey to this insidious disease. Alzheimer’s gradually overrides memory, personality, and emotions. In his book, The Soul of Care – The … Continue reading →
At work, they called me “Queen of the SOAP notes.” This was before computers took over hospital units and nurses and doctors actually used pen and paper to communicate. I thought SOAP notes were pretty neat. S… What symptom … Continue reading →
Somewhere on your TV band every Christmas, you will find It’s a Wonderful Life, starring James Stewart and Donna Reed. Since 1946, the story of a man ready to jump the bridge because he felt his life was a … Continue reading →
LONG HARD ROAD My Grandparents, Mom, and me I was 15 the Easter my grandfather suffered a stroke. He was a big man, and my Grandmother was petite. I called her “Little Grandma.” I remember Grandpa lying in his bed … Continue reading →