Bob became my full-time caregiver. I felt like a burden, but didn't tell him. Bob was overwhelmed, but didn't tell me. We cried by ourselves. If only we had cried together, we'd have grieved and started to heal. No longer best friends, the words to "Always" were meaningless.
When the things you've planned Need a helping hand, I will understand Always, always.
The story of how Saralee met her husband Bob. Sticking it out through thick and thin -- always! Another insightful essay from Saralee Perel, who has been sharing bits and pieces of her life living with paralysis with us for the last couple of years.
Not to give anything away, but the photo is of Saralee, Bob and the The Cape Cod Surftones in her living room. Now, you have to read it, right?
Read the rest of Saralee's Valentine's Day story here.
Read more of Saralee's work here.
Many of these caregiving tasks were once the purview of doctors and nurses, a central component of the “caring professions.” But over the past century, as these duties increasingly fell to individuals with little or no training, doctors and even some nurses began to confer less importance, and status, to the work of caregiving.
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