@deniseactive 2 hours, 25 minutes ago
As many of you know, I work other jobs to keep CareGiving.com up and running; I babysit two children (a 5-year-old girl and a 7-year-old boy) on a part-time basis. I began my day last Wednesday at 5:15 a.m. as I […]
Oh Denise! What a pair of parents you have. . . this is why I sometimes will go against the theory that Grandma gets to live the way she wants. . . Sorry, but there has to be some common sense!! You’ve done everything right and they still make choices that cost them physical harm and heartbreak! I am so sorry about the crashing software and computers. . . kind of a blessing in disguise as you had that to work on during the hospital wait. I am fishing for positives here, You are an incredible caregiver to your parents – they are so worth it too! I am sending you (((HUGS)))
I’m exhausting just reading this.
I am exhausted just from reading about your night in the hospital. I am glad you have family around you to help out……getting batteries and stuff and visit. Sounds like a care-giving circus, not to be flip, and make light of the problems. I hope you get some refreshment soon!
You wrote me such beautiful six-word stories about, well, me.
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Denise wrote a new post, Tell Us: What’s the Worst News You’ve Had to Deliver? 1 day, 5 hours ago
This morning, I had to deliver bad news to my dad. My mom’s hemoglobin number dropped, which means she’s probably bleeding again. They have to give her another pint of blood.
Early in my mom’s hospitalization, […]
I think that the very worst bad news I ever had to give was calling my 4 brothers and telling them that our Dad had died. They knew it was inevitable, but still.
I am so sorry this is the news you had to deliver, Denise … so, so sorry.
Dear Denise, I am so very sorry to hear of your mom’s bleeding again, you and your Dad are in my prayers. I think the worst news I had to deliver was about my miscarriage to AH, the pregnancy was to be a joyful surprise…
I’m sorry about your mom Denise and sorry for you and your dad. This makes me think of the ever popular “the straw that broke the camel’s back”. I pray your dad gathers strength from you and your siblings and that your mom will continue to fight this “yuck” that keeps happening.
My heart breaks for the news you had to deliver to your dad and also for your gentle heart through all this. You, your parents and family remain in my prayers. We’ve all delivered bad news at one time or another. But right now, in this moment, I prefer to concentrate on you and yours..Always here for you my friend.
Hands down, the worst news I ever had to deliver was to my Dad, telling him of my Mom’s passing. He was in the nursing home getting rehab therapy to return home when she died suddenly. On top of that, I found her. Me, alone – I got my neighbor across the street who was a nurse. I called 911, I called my daughter to get down here and from there the day spiraled out of control. I had to contact Dad’s nurse to let her know not to let any visitors approach him because in this small town, news travels way too fast sometime. So my daughter and I had to put ourselves together after dealing with the questions and mayhem of a home death and go deliver that terrible news. I think that was the longest day ever in my life.
Telling my favorite aunt (my mom’s only living sister) about mom’s death.
It takes alot of personal control to deliver bad news like you do. I’m sad to infer that you’ve done it enough times to be that experienced at it. I’m also sad to infer what this particular bad news means for you and your family. I’m thinking of all of you this morning.
Denise, painful as this news must have been for your dad, I’m sure he appreciates your straight forward, level headed approach. I agree with Jan that it takes an incredible amount of self discipline to deliver news in this way. You and your family remain in my thoughts. Very much hoping things improve soon.
The day after my stepdaughter Annie went to have a procedure to inject collagen in her neck, her son, my grandson Andrew was in 3rd grade and leaving for a 3 day field trip to Yosemite National Park. We all knew his mom’s condition and there would be no getting better but we made sure he made that trip with his class. I remember on his return I, along with a few other family members met Andrew at the school so someone would be there when he got off the bus. I remember so clearly the big beautiful smile on his face getting off the bus then when he looked up at me it changed to a question mark. He could tell by the look on my face that it was not good news. I didn’t have to say a word but it was still the worst news I’ve ever had to deliver.
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