From walks to conversations to prayer groups, raising awareness of this deadly disease
My grandmother, whom everyone called Mom, sat hunched in a kitchen chair, the lump on her back fr ...
My wife, Sandra, and I were caring for Florence, my mother-in-law. I was feeling helpless and fru ...
“What if Mike and I get into an accident?” I asked my friend Julie over the phone. ...
From the spot at the pulleys at my physical therapy facility, I watched transfixed as the woman m ...
There was a wall between my father-in-law, Dale, and me. A former Army officer, Dale was used to ...
My mother, her body ravaged by pancreatic cancer, wanted to come home to die. Instead of a steril ...
A career as a caregiver can be richly rewarding in ways you might not expect.
It was 3:00 pm, and I was anxious. The doctor still hadn’t sent an important prescription to th ...
Radiation hadn’t helped. Before the surgeon removed the cancer in Dad’s throat, the family st ...
My husband Jerry’s ability to communicate gradually diminished as his dementia progressed. It b ...
The heat of her house? Stifling. The dust? Impenetrable. The creaking and groaning of floors? A t ...
Because we lived so far apart, Mom and I only saw each other every few months. She had moved into ...