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Is it Naptime yet?

Breeda taking a nap on the porch sofa with a dog pillow an dog foot warmer.

Is it Naptime Yet? When was the last time you asked that question? My kids never asked me and they resisted when I told that it was naptime, mostly because I needed a rest. As a caregiver, no one is going to tell you it’s naptime. No one is going to give you permission to take a nap.

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How do you Care for the Caregiver? Four Ideas.

Pug in a bed wrapped in an old blanket.

Invisible Pain. The pain is real, the scars run deep. Depression, grief, loneliness, anxiety – they are far too common and often unrecognized. For Caregivers – these issues impact those in their care as well as themselves. It’s a double whammy that is often ignored.

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So, You Call Yourself A Caregiver….or not?

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Maybe you don’t.  Who decides whether you are a Caregiver? I’ve spoken to so many people caring and worrying about their aging frail parents who say, “But I’m not a caregiver.  Mom doesn’t live with me”.  Yet, they worry about their Mom, they are the ones who are called in the night for emergencies, they have…

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The World Turns Upside Down

Breeda taking a nap on the porch sofa with a dog pillow an dog foot warmer.

By Breeda Miller The world turns upside down when the caregiver becomes the patient. Last week I had a routine colonoscopy. No problems, just an adult thing to do and I dreaded it. I got the LARGE container of prep drink ready and followed the instructions, like a good patient. Ever the optimist, I figured…

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Sometimes You Have to Ask

Breeda listens to a caregiver's concerns.

A Caregiver sent me a message and asked for help. Wait Wait Mr. Postman!! Sandy said that she was at her wit’s end – her mom had begun throwing mail away and she didn’t know what to do.  Mom’s bills and important notices were missing, and she was beside herself.  Sandy asked if she should…

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5 Caregiver Sanity Secrets

5 secrets to caregiver sanity

I am a recovering caregiver.  I was my mom’s caregiver for nearly 8 years, including hospice in my home.  At the time, I had three young teenagers, a husband who worked midnights and a job where I worked out of my home office.  I had the worst of both worlds – I never got to…

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