 My Role Matured as I Did From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Family Caregivers By Debbie Matters We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are. ~Anaïs Nin Even at the age of four, I somehow knew that phone call was the beginning of a significant change in our family. When my shocked grandmother, unable to speak, nodded to Mom to take the phone, I knew that our family would never be the same. On May 26, 1972, I became the daughter of a father with permanent physical restrictions who would need his family in a different way than ever before. My role as a caregiver — or caring role as I like to think of it — matured and grew as I did. Initially, as a four-year-old, my role was to make sure that Dad was okay and make him smile. Our family temporarily moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia — a big city to us at the time — to make daily visits with Dad during his five months of hospitalisation. (Keep reading) |
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