Lacking the courage to vent my anger and frustration by hurling plates at a wall, I decided instead to write a weekly blog and save my china.
Now, 75 weeks later since that first angry outpouring, it's clear the tone of my writing has changed.
become calmer.
Can it be I'm more contended now that I've better accepted my caregiving role?Trapped in a confusing maze of emotional and physical challenges, caregiving, like my husband's Parkinson's Disease, is a retirement neither of us planned.