There are crossroads in everybody's life and I have come upon another in mine. It's probably no secret that I am tired. I've been wearing down for a long time now, and it's obvious that something has to change.
Taking care of an aging parent 24/7 is no picnic and I have had the responsibility for almost three years now. Adjusting to Mom's initial arrival took a long time, longer than I had anticipated, but adjusting has been far from a one time occurrence. Adjusting happens daily, and it happens for Mom too.
I was already feeling the strain in the weeks prior to Mom's fall on Sunday evening, but actually seeing her struggle to walk (with nothing broken or displaced) has brought to the surface the need to be not only better prepared for a real emergency, but to find someone I trust who can come in and stay with her at times when we are unable to be here. God has an interesting way of answering prayer, even prayers that I can scarcely recall praying. Or maybe He is answering someone else's prayer on my behalf... I believe the answer to my need for help may have been sitting right here in my living room when Mom took her fall. "K" has already worked as a caretaker for the elderly, and has papers to prove her qualifications with Alzheimer's patients. She is someone I know and trust, and had already offered to help before Rachel called to tell us of the accident.
Barns in Conewango.
20 hours ago