20th March 2019
i have cared for my mother for the last 4 and a half to five years. She
had a fall down 13 basement stairs to a concrete floor, which precipitated
brain surgery, a stroke, unexplained seizures, failure of her
transplanted kidney (1992 and she was blessed to have a kidney transplant in 1998), and now hemodialysis. the lifespan of a transplanted kidney is 18-20 years, and my moms transplant lasted 19 years. Therefore, 3 days a week all of
her blood is pumped out, and cleaned and excess fluid and toxins are removed. She has
partial paralysis on her left side and limited vision. With all those
issues as a man and a son, I decided to keep her in her home and care
for her. I feel obligated to mention that she and my father (who passed May 11th of
2011) became the guardian of my then 2-year-old niece. I never asked
for this job and it has taken me for a ride that has spun me on a roller
coaster of emotions. She is blessed, I am blessed, and my family is blessed, however, I am exhausted. Being a
caregiver is a full time and I mean full-time job. I love my mom and
would do anything for her; however, the cost has been heavy on my mental
well-being. I've lost or sacrificed so much so that she could have a
decent quality of life. My children are distant, my relationships have
been fractured with loved ones and I have switched careers to
accommodate this change. Heavy is the head that wears a caregiver
hat... I've got more to say but will leave this right here for now.
One chapter of my life that only those close to me know.
Update this was like 2019 pre-COVID. Look at my momma and my Tre at the house
Momma and me in 1991. Thats a NBK hat boys..
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