I am currently the daily caretaker for my terminally-ill daughter in law.
She is at home in hospice care.
Our days go on mostly unchanged.
I am also the playmate of her 3-year old daughter.
My sweet grandchild goes to nursery school everyday.
It is a joy to walk her there each day.
People smile when we pass them on the street or the college campus.
She is a beautiful, engaging child.
She chatters almost every step of the way and holds my hand…comforting to both of us.
Then there is the daily life of her Mother.
Most of it is spent napping or watching Netflix.
We do a “dance” several times a day as I help her go from her bed or the couch to her wheelchair and back. She is surprisingly heavy even though she is probably the size of a ten-year old child.
Almost every weekday, a friend will bring her lunch and sit with her.
She has a good appetite in spite of her lack of physical activity.
This outside connection enlarges her world.
This life is a far cry from her previous days of working as a nurse at a busy hospital.
My son’s life is fragmented between work and helping to care for his wife, his child, their two dogs and other obligations.
People bring food three times a week which almost eliminates the need to cook.
The house is tense as we all three deal with the sadness of the situation.
My Granddaughter sometimes refuses to walk because “her legs don’t work”.
Then, there’s the Grandmother
I am here trying to relieve my son of some of the burden he carries.
I stay with his wife so he and his daughter can take walks together or even go to the grocery store.
I do laundry, empty the dishwasher, rake up the leaves, sweep the walkways…
The things we do for love.
~~Not very well-written but I wanted to share some of what’s going on now. So many of you have been so supportive during this long, sad journey. You have helped me to carry my burden.