What makes me cry as a caregiver is a list that keeps getting longer. Think of it as reverse bucket list. But really, what makes me cry as a caregiver can be boiled down to two interconnected truths.
When My Kid Was A Pizza
In October 2014, I was in the middle of a short period of personal chaos that had created a fair sense of anxiety and fear in me: job loss; my mother experienced an accident that required surgery; my mother-in-law required hospitalization as well. I felt confused and insecure, but did my best to remember I was serving an important purpose in my family’s life. And at Halloween, the purpose to my time at home was finally realized.
