I am patiently sitting in a straight back uncomfortable chair in a sterile doctor’s office with my Dad waiting on the doctor. The room filled with the necessary equipment for exams and procedures, the ominous-looking machines with scopes attached, and monitors glaring at us. Although that captured my Dad’s attention, he was most enamored by …
It has been a while since I have written anything about caring for our aging parents, so I thought I would catch up a bit. My journey with my Dad started four years ago Memorial Day weekend officially. We had suspected that he was having issues about a year before and fortunately had taken the …
Since that phone call on May 28th of this year, my time hasn’t been my own. My dad was in the hospital after a fall, had an infection, and would remain in the hospital for nine days. Then, 30 days of rehab and the gradual process of returning home to live by himself. My dad …