The end of my story. Final Post. This was written just a few days after Mom had passed. As I read it now I feel the same emotions. May 25th, 2018 For the last few days there are times when I feel I am in a movie script. The moment is so beautiful and yet
When the journey is over, now what? This was the biggest thing on my plate for many years and suddenly I had been fired, let go, made redundant. The team I built spun out into their own lives and we made small efforts to touch base once a year. Mom was the glue, the true
Nature is number one on my list. I have the good fortune to live in the midst of the wilderness and it never failed to refresh and renew me along this journey. Exercise. I ran into my tears, I ran with my tears and I ran thru my tears coming home just a little bit
I wanted to know what to expect. I wanted a date. I wanted certainty that I could plan for. I wanted the nurse to tell me the day and the hour and of course that was not possible. And I did not want the end, ever. In early May I went home for a few
Mom lived for another nine months after that time. At this stage I thought I would have to put her in an institution but yet again we found the path to keep her at home. Her home transitioned to give her the best care. A hospital bed had been purchased and a lift rented. I
Where can you find money? Whose house is it any ways? My Mom had unexpected artery surgery when I was away on business for a month. My Father at this stage could not handle the care but was not ready for me to hire our own team. I ended up hiring a Care Aid company
The question is simple. Would you do this journey if you did not have any family? If this responsibility was solely yours? If the answer is “Yes” than accept and move on. This was ultimately my journey and I am stronger, more compassionate and the winner. No regrets. In time some family members may get
I did not believe I could manage this entire journey at home. I thought in the last year Mom would go to a home and my staff would go with her during the day leaving the nursing home to take care of the night shift. It would all work out…somehow. As each stage came along
What I liked about caring for Mom at home was that it was all about Mom. We did not have to accommodate other patients, or rules or even safety guidelines. We did have to constantly come up with new ideas and solutions. Often that was my job. Like finding the right kind of incontinence products.
Mom passed May 24th, 2018 and this spring I finally cleaned the last few boxes that I had taken from her home. I had looked at the boxes over the past years but was always too afraid of what emotional bombs I would find. There was only one. "There is Something Strange about Osoyoos. One
