Category Archives: Home Care Journal
June 2022 Update
A year ago I began a review of our walk across the country, from May 2011-May 2012. I retold our story by being open about Cindy’s cognitive decline at the time, a decline that reversed during the hike but resumed … Continue reading
The Routine of Tiny Perfect Things
I know that the novel and movie “The Notebook” contains elements similar to my experience with Cindy. A man refers to a notebook to remind a woman with dementia of their shared past and love. The symphonic slideshow I rehearse … Continue reading
All in the Eyes
After feeding the cats I return to our “bedroom” to start Cindy’s day. If her eyes are closed, droopy or alert I go about my normal routine. On this day her eyes are fixed on the ceiling in a vacant … Continue reading
Best Laid Plans
We were looking to carry on a new tradition this year on the date of our anniversary, September 19. Last year on that date I took Cindy to the top of Dennis Hill in the adult stroller. Our daughter Charissa … Continue reading
My Caregiver Dilemma
As I gave Cindy her first hug of the day, claiming instead she was giving me a hug, I asked her the usual question: “Did you sleep OK.” Back when Cindy could answer she always said “yes” even though I … Continue reading
Modes of Affection
As a citizen from the land of steady habits, I call up the same type of music for each day of the week while I do the early morning chores. On Saturdays I call for the children’s music we played … Continue reading
Empathy and Resurrection
After changing Cindy and going through her physical therapy I put her “dancing shoes” on and swing her legs out of the bed. Her “dancing shoes” are a pair of sandals with rubber soles gripping the floor. Her sandals are … Continue reading
Couch Potato Counseling
We have been “social distancing” now for over three years, since the time that Cindy no longer could walk. Given her overall health and will to live, we could be social distancing even after restrictions are lifted. Just when I … Continue reading