My life has profoundly changed since I became my mom’s primary caregiver four years ago. I thought that if I was ever in the position to take care of my parents, I would likely be in my 60s or 70s. Unfortunately, I am part of a growing group of adult children and caregivers who begin this journey under the age of 40. It is by far the hardest job I have ever done. It requires immense patience to be the parent to my mom while helping my dad by doing things my mom once did for him. When this journey began, I found myself making all the medical decisions for my mom and dealing with several different types of medical staff. Fortunately, my experience in healthcare proved helpful in explaining the medical lingo to my dad and deciding on the appropriate care for my mom.
It’s ironic that I often told myself how fortunate I was to have healthy parents when I worked with elderly patients. I felt bad for my patients, especially those who came to their doctor appointments with no support from family or friends. It’s so vital for a patient to be surrounded by loved-ones because of that aids in healing. Once my mom was ready to be released from the hospital, I gave thank you notes, gifts, and baked goods to everyone that was instrumental in her care, including the valets who didn’t always charge us to park in front of the hospital. I made a list of everyone who went above and beyond to give my mom excellent care. It was important to express my gratitude on behalf of my family and me.
Throughout this ordeal of caring for my mom after her hemorrhagic stroke, helping my dad, and taking care of myself – God has been in the midst. I wouldn’t be here today, living a life of joy and peace without God being with me every step of the way. My relationship with the Lord gave me the strength to take care of my health and get out of isolation. I was dealing with an autoimmune condition that required me to have low stress, ample sleep, and daily medicine. Also, I did not socialize for at least a year. It was like I disappeared. My experience has shown me how God works things out for my good when I put him first. I am living a life of purpose, joy, and peace. I am so grateful to have a life I enjoy and being a team with my dad for my mom’s care. God is good and always on time!
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