My Advocacy . . .

On January 12th, 2013, my advocacy for the Alzheimer’s Association began. For three years and twelve days it was a full time endeavor.

On January 24th, 2016, my advocacy went to part time, and the work continued. The 24th is the day I parked my car at mom’s house and became a caregiver.

The work, my advocacy, continues, part time, for the Alzheimer’s Association, but now also includes the National Down Syndrome Society and the Special Olympics.

Down, but not out . . .

In a phone conversation this morning, it was mentioned that my tone might sound a little down. We hung up and after some deliberation, it feels like that is probably the case.

My job as mom’s caregiver is being done well, in my opinion, and my job of keeping myself as healthy as possible, is going good.

A ball of fire, I am not. I appreciate the observation. Maybe a quote can describe parts of my life, at this time.

“Good humor matters, optimism matters, but we cannot write the rules of life, and sometimes courage and resilience will matter most of all” Jennifer Worth

A four year anniversary today . . .

On January 24th, 2016, my life changed a ton. Today makes four years that mom and I have been keeping each other safe.

This picture was taken at Mercer University in Macon, Georgia.

There have been good times and times that were not good, but we are both standing tall.

a wonderful quote to build a life foundation with . . .

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me” Erma Bombeck

The kitten looks confident . . .

The kitten looks very confident

This picture first came to my attention a couple of years ago. The little kitten is so vulnerable, but doesn’t look worried.

What’s she thinking?

Middle Georgia State University in Macon, Georgia

Mom and I were walking around, getting some exercise. I stopped to tie my shoe and she kept going. This picture was taken after she had sat there for about fifteen minutes. She seemed oblivious to me and it made me wonder what she may have been thinking. She is ninety one years old, the last of ten children.

He does what he can . . .

In the past he would think about situations that were causing suffering. He realized that he rarely took any action afterwards.

Later, he saw a news report about refugees, but for some reason, on this particular day, he picked up his phone and made a donation to a nonprofit that works to alleviate some of the suffering for these folks.

Here’s a quote that may or may not relate . . . “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”

He said in the future, if he gives thought to a problem, he will try to follow it up with some action.

The fight of my life, for my life . . .

My next birthday cake, in October, will have seventy candles on it. My grandpa Fussell passed away at the age of 71, my dad 75, and my brother at 57. For the last several years, the knowledge to continue on has been presented to me in a variety of ways. It’s up to me if I use it or not.

My plans are to do the work and be okay with the outcome.

Part of a prayer . . . Finally, God, if the natural turn of events goes against me and I am benched for sickness or old age, help me accept that as a part of the game, too. Keep me from whimpering that I was framed or that I got a raw deal. And when I finish the final inning, I ask for no laurels; all I want is to believe in my heart, I played as well as I could and that I didn’t let you down.
Amen.

My mission as a caregiver . . .

is to ensure mom’s safety, help her enjoy her life and to simultaneously remain as healthy as possible myself.

Why did I become a caregiver?

My caregiving for my 86 year old mom came about because she needed help, and it is my responsibility, my duty. The word reluctant may best describe me, but nevertheless, I have been here four years.

I can’t imagine ever regretting this. It’s comes naturally to me to take on the responsibility and seems just as natural to be unenthusiastic about it.

I became a caregiver because it’s my responsibility, my mom.