My Mom gave up most of her family time so that another’s family member could get some relief from a stressful situation. And so it goes…
What a wonderful thing your mother did, Crichton.
As many of you know, I’m caretaking at the opposite end of the spectrum. Himself’s mother (now 97 and has osteoporosis) and aunt (93, demented as all get out, osteoarthritis and heart problems) moved in with us two and a half years ago. Saturday morning, while I was selling books at a local mystery convention, the aunt got into a snit about something, made to slam a door and fell, breaking her hip. (When asked by the emergency guys what happened, the aunt pointed to Himself and said, “He pushed me!” Thereupon, the social service people descended on him for a little chat. I think they realize by now that Mary is missing most of her marbles.) She’s having surgery this morning for the hip. With any luck to speak of, she will expire on the operating table. If not that, I hope pneumonia steps in. (She has absolutely no quality of life now because of the pain and dementia; she’ll have even less if she survives this.)
Since I am at the opposite end of the spectrum, I know that my caretaking days will eventually end. You guys who are caretaking your physically and/or mentally handicapped children are serving out an indefinite sentence. Rapid and Ang, I wish both of you the best.
