Birthday Celebration: Today, Honor Your Caree with a Story


Birthday Celebration: Today, Honor Your Caree with a Story

love-600x600Every day this week, we’re celebrating’s 17th birthday with activities and prizes, including a grand prize of $300.

Today, we’re celebrating in honor of your carees by sharing a favorite memory or story.

What's the memory of your caree, during good health, that you treasure the most? What's your favorite story about your caree? What memory of your caree will you hold dear for years to come?

Share your memory and stories in our comments section, below. When you post a comment here, you’ll be entered into a chance to win one of our daily prizes and one of our grand prizes. To win a daily prize and/or a grand prize, you must be a family caregiver, a member of and participate in one of our daily disrupt activities. Not a member of It’s easy and free to join; just go here.

Have fun!

Congrats to the winners of yesterday's daily prizes:
--@comicvixen won a copy of @ejourney's eBook, Caregiving in Five Lines;
--@tiredamy2007 won copy of our eBook, An Anthology: Help, Comedy, Forgiveness, Gifts, which features the stories of family caregivers;
--@brilea5029 won Take Comfort and Take Comfort, Too, the MP3s, audio versions (in my voice) of my books, Take Comfort and Take Comfort, Too.

Look for an email this afternoon with your win.

Learn about our week-long birthday celebration, including our eligibility requirements to win the daily and grand prizes, here.

Be sure to share what caregiving is like for you in our annual family caregiver survey. Take our survey here. Please ask other family caregivers you know to complete the survey, too. (Thank you!!)

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In 2005, we found ourselves in need of a different car. We had struggled financially off and on throughout our marriage as a result of my husband's health scares. The daily concerns about bills were beginning to take their toll on our spirits. \r\nWe decided to try and find a car in Kansas City instead of locally since there was a better selection in our price range. After a few trips back and forth, we finally chose a dependable sedan. When the time came to go pick it up, my husband decided we should rent a car to make the hour trip to Kansas City. When he went to pick up the rental, the only one they had available in the size he'd requested was a Chrysler Sebring convertible. My husband had always been enamored with convertibles, although he'd rarely had an opportunity to take one for a spin. This particular model had been one of his favorites. When he came home to pick me up to head to Kansas City, he was grinning from ear to ear. There was a lightness in him that I sadly hadn't seen for awhile. We thoroughly enjoyed the drive, and laughed most of the way. On our way home that night, I drove the new car and followed the taillights of the convertible. We took the winding back roads home in the dark. I'll never forget the millions of stars above as I decided I would happily follow this man anywhere.

Chris MacLellan

Between Father Orlando and The Little One, there are so many wonderful Caregiving stories to tell. Father Orlando firing the CNA at the day care center he attended was a memorable one especially since she was an employee of the day care center and not an employee of ours! I still laugh about that story with the executive director when we see each other. Those late night trips to the hospital, or long talks, or those ‘funny’ moments in the car or a restaurant when those Depends, are just not as dependable as they advertise. The Little One has created some memorable stories, too. Whether it is becoming extremely angry at an incompetent customer service rep, or insisting that, ‘I can do this Chemotherapy alone and do not need anyone’s help’ makes those Caregiving conversations always exciting. \r\n\r\nBut the story I want to share with you this evening actually involves an exchange between both Father Orlando and ‘The Little One.’ (by the way, both of their first names are Richard, so addressing them in this fashion makes it easier for you) \r\nFather Orlando and I always tried to use humor with some of his health calamities, especially when it came to…well…constipation. He was on a plethora of meds, which, can we say, never made him regular. We used to coin those special trips to the bathroom as his time for a ‘poop-a-Rama!’ When we started making light of his problems with constipation, he became less and less self-conscious about the problem. It was a win/win for both of us! \r\n\r\nI was away one Sunday afternoon and ‘The Little One’ stopped by the hospital to visit with Father Orlando…when ‘The Little One’ just happened to experience …well…a little constipation himself. Explaining his plight to Father Orlando, they both let out a laugh out loud and talked about the difficulties, and ‘fun’ of having a ‘poop-a-Rama’ when you least expect it. Listening to them both tell me this story (separately) was remarkable because they both laughed hilariously while telling the story, verbatim. \r\n\r\nI had not seen Father Orlando laugh like that in months; The Little One was entertaining, too! Yet there was something that Father Orlando told 'The Little One' during their exchange that he did not tell me which was this…’I don’t know where I would have even been if it had not been for Chris.’ Father Orlando was not one to share his feelings too often, and to tell ‘The Little One’ this was quite remarkable, because he knew that ‘The Little One’ would tell me. ‘The Little One’ asked him…’Why don’t you tell Chris’…’Oh, I could never do that, Chris would get a big head!’ They both laughed at that because they knew that getting a 'big head' is not my style. It was just Father Orlando’s way of showing his appreciation and love to both me, and to 'The Little One.' I understood it 100%. \r\n\r\nI share this memorable story because two days after this exchange, Father Orlando's kidneys failed and he began his transition to eternal life. I will never forget him telling me this story on Monday morning before his kidneys failed, he was beaming with laughter and smiling from ear to ear. Twenty-four hours later he is on morphine; life takes on so many unexpected, yet beautiful journey's. \r\n\r\nThis story is one of the many memorable ones that Father Orlando and I experienced while being his Caregiver. Sharing this with you today brings a warm feeling in my heart, because Caregiving is not about the 'poop-a-rama', Caregiving is about being there in spite of those 'poop-a-rama's! I was truly blessed by the entire experience!


I used to care for my grandmother. She was the most sweet but at the same time the most ornery person around. When my dad and i would got to appointments, sometimes she would like to go along. She loved to listen to the golden oldies. That was okay with me and dad cause that is what we always listened to also. So we would be singing every note. It was so sweet, one time i stopped singing and listened to her and it was so cute. Have you even seen the ones on TV that think they know the words. She was singing completely off the wall things. Her favorite song was so funny My dingeling. \r\n\r\nAlso when we would go on these outings, she would always sit behind me in the car. Every time a semi would pass us she would scream and then say \"I am alright.\" Well she started to go down hill and couldn't go with us anymore. Right before she passed she looked over and said \"I am alright.\" I will always remember this and keep it in my heart.

Casandra Porter

How bittersweet and touching, @Richard.

Casandra Porter

I have a lot of favorite memories of my husband. That is one thing I will never be short of are the good memories because he is such an amazing character. \r\n\r\nI think my favorite memory would be of him and my father. They both came and picked me up from work one day and as I was getting into the car he tried to hug me but I wasn't expecting it and his head went into my armpit. For some reason they were both really giggly that day (who knows what they'd been talking about before I got in the car) but I said, \"Get outta my armpit.\" And they both started laughing hysterically. To this day, if I say the word \"armpit\" Marc will start cracking up like it's the funniest thing he ever heard. \r\n\r\nI still have no idea what was so funny that day but the sight of him and my Father rolled over in hysterics was quite entertaining. \r\n\r\nAND \r\n\r\n...anytime he's hanging out with my nephews. He is great with kids. And I have one picture that I'd love to frame one day with him sitting in the middle of the floor and the two youngest were next to him, Santi (the youngest) was leaning over his back with his arms on Marc's head and the other was leaned in next to him with his head on his chest and Marc was playing on his little handheld video game device. They all looked so very serious. \r\n\r\nHopefully, one day we will have children and I am lucky enough to see that same sort of scene again :)\r\n\r\nHappy Monday, all!