I was caregiver to my Mom for ten years after Dad died, moving my family closer as her needs became greater and greater.
A week after she danced at our son’s wedding she broke her hip at home. I was devastated. All of a sudden she couldn’t be home any longer. As you can read in Carol’s Story, I started making decisions. Some were good and some weren’t.
None of us is trained how to care for an aging parent, so it’s usually a crisis that spurs us to action. And that’s what happened. What’s the best place for Mom? Can she (and I) afford it? What about home care?
I learned a lot, so when Ma died at 99, I decided to help others. And I still help, every single day, seven days a week.
