Lovingly waiting for slowly sputtered syllables, patiently assisting simple tasks, repeating and redirecting fill each day. It all begins anew in the morning if it hasn’t continued all night. This is not a snippet of life with a young child; it is one of caring for a person with dementia. June is Alzheimer’s and Brain …
Soccer, baseball and golf cleats litter the mud room with dirt, grass and turf pellets. My washing machine scrubs on overdrive. With soccer for one, baseball for the other and golf for all, the crazy time when all sports overlap with the last days of school is in full swing-pardon the pun. Keeping me sane is …
“I can run to the end of the road,” I think, challenging myself. But each stride delivers a nagging throb in my calf screaming “stop!” “I can’t; need to keep going; push on”, I convince myself. Throughout the day, its aching presence reminds why I don’t like to run, but also how I push too …
“Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking ‘cross the floor.” Remember the song lyrics in the stop motion animated Christmas classic Santa Claus is Coming to Town? Every goal is achieved by putting one foot in front of the other either literally or figuratively. Yet these small steps and …
“Slip, slidin’ away”…the lyrics to the ‘70’s song by Paul Simon echoed in my head. I’m dating myself, but the words succinctly described my thoughts after an emotional roller coaster last week. Sliding towards excuses rather than choices, I could feel wellness strides previously gained were slip, slidin’ away. So I decided to choose and …