Tag: caretaker

When I don’t know where I’m going, it’s best to start, not at the beginning, but where I am. Except, for someone with dementia or caregiving for a loved one with dementia, where you are is a moving target.

This is about being a caregiver when you never even planned on children. On said child being your 89-year-old mother. About two old ladies & five cats. This is some Grey Gardens 11372 caregiver shit.

I sniffed my mother’s armpit. Last March, after the fall that fractured her L1 vertebrae…