I had a young man, a 30 year old young man, call me for help with his dying mom. He is her full time caregiver and said, "I just want to be her son. I just want to love her during these last weeks."
I couldn't say no.
I am only committing a few hours a week though and I brought other caregivers in with me. Yayyy me! Progress.
My foot.....my plantar fasciitis....thank you for saying how awful it is. I never have health issues, and I rarely go to the dr. I had an appointment with a podiatrist scheduled for when I got back from my trip, for my big lump. When I went I wasn't going to bring up the heel because I felt like it was something that would just go away on its own. He x-rayed both feet though for some reason and asked what was bothering both of them. I said I was only coming in for the lump on my right foot, but since he brought it up, I told him about my heel pain. He drained the lump, gave me a shot of a steroid in there and ta da! Its all fixed! No more swelling or pain. Then we moved onto the left heel issue....he put me into a boot for 4-6 weeks and told me its an over use injury and I need to only be on my feet for up to 3 hours a day.
Me: "What? How do I live?! That is absolutely impossible!"
Dr: "Ok. Then you will continue to have pain and be limited in how active you can be."
Me: "I promise to wear the boot and we will see."
Dr: "At least try to cut back on how long you are on your feet each day."
I felt so ridiculous walking out in that big cumbersome boot. Like a big drama queen....until my foot began to feel better. Now I happily wear it and I sit when I can and I even emailed him telling him that maybe he really does know a thing or two and thanked him.
On a more serious note....I have been thinking of the burdens so many of us carry. I am amazed at some of the stories I hear and that the mom is still able to smile, still is able to function, still has hope, still continues to put one foot in front of the other and begins a new day. Its super human, I tell you.