I was in my late 50s when I began taking care of my parents, so our family dynamic was pretty established. We were a family of strong personalities. My Mom was the boss and controlled all the family matters. My Dad was patient, easy and outgoing and let her rule the roost.
A stay in the hospital can be confusing, scary and painful. When your older adult is seriously ill, or after a medical emergency, they need extra support during their hospital stay.
I must begin this article with a confession. There was a time when a middle-aged couple lived kitty-corner across the street from our house. We didn’t know them well. Our interaction was limited to a wave when we saw each other across the street.
I’ve decided to just come out and say it. The last four years of our lives have sucked! ‘Our,’ as in my wife, Kathy, and I. Here is a rundown of events…
As we age, there’s no way to escape the constant stream of friends and loved ones who must deal with difficult diagnoses. Whether it’s auto-immune disease, chronic pain, cancer treatment or any other challenging disease, chances are it limits our loved one’s ability to life a fully active life.
I grew up with a Mom that pulled out all the stops for the holidays. Our entire house was decorated inside and out from the weekend before Thanksgiving to the weekend after New Year’s. Our house looked like a Hallmark Christmas card.
Are you a caregiver for an aging parent? While seniors in their 70s, 80s and 90s are being encouraged more than ever to stay active, get out and enjoy life, the stark reality is that many experience stress and anxiety over health, financial and independence issues.
Being a family caregiver can be both a full-time job and life’s sole purpose during its duration. One thing is certain, though: The cycle of life continues, and loved ones die.
The 2017 Ubud Writers and Readers Festival just finished here in Bali. It’s an exciting annual event that brings in authors from around the world, inspiring audiences with new ideas, current events and touching stories.
In the late 1970s, my aunt was diagnosed with schizophrenia. She was married, raising her three children and working full-time when she was diagnosed.