Yesterday I took my son to out-patient surgery for his foot because his wife was busy with a school trip. As I sat in the waiting room, it reminded me of my previous caregiving days and the hours I logged in doctor offices, hospitals, and surgery centers. This time it was different – I was not the primary caregiver and when it was over I could go back home to my life.
Not that I won’t help out but it will be at a greatly reduced level. As I watched the various caregivers come and go, I found it interesting to see the different states and places they were in. I was touched by some genuine feelings of love and care, saw concern, and saw relief. Whether you are a caregiver for a day, a month, a year, there are many commonalities.
My son is fine and I am happy to being back to grandma.
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