A Caregiving Comfort: Getting

Denise

A Caregiving Comfort: Getting

Denise

It's getting to me.

I'm anticipating the next decline and the action to accommodate the decline.

I'm practicing the next conversation during which we discuss the most recent decline.

I'm dreading cleaning and grocery shopping and bank balancing.

I'm anxious before bedtime wondering if a phone call about a late-night fall will put me in my car rather than my bed.

It's just getting to me.

Except it also got me.

Time is slipping away.

My parents seem to shrink a little more each day.

My parents seem to struggle a little more each day.

My parents seem to live in a world that gets smaller and smaller each day.

My parents seem to understand their reality more than I can.

I'm getting the big picture which means I just got my purpose.

Accommodating allows me to give my parents respect.

Discussing allows me to understand what they want.

My late-night car runs exist only in the short term and in the short term I can do it.

I've got time to clean and shop and balance. Most important, I've got time right now with my parents.

I've got it.

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