Yesterday I moved Evelyn into a residential memory care facility. I’m hoping I remain convinced that was the right decision.

“Every time you say ‘yes’ to one thing, you must say ‘no’ to something else.”

Sometimes I wonder what I’d be thinking and feeling and doing if our lives hadn’t been invaded by illness.

As the list of difficult or unseemly duties lengthens, my sadness is almost dulled. I feel myself getting weary.

What is really changing in the deterioration happening before our eyes? And what will never change? A thoughtful question led me to ponder issues beyond what I’m seeing today.

Asking for help is humbling. But at two different times last week, I had absolutely no other choice.

A friend has helped me think afresh about anger. I’m going to claim it, use it, unleash it against the mess we’re in.

I’ve written about the privilege and the burden of caregiving. Now I’m thinking about how to experience the former more than the latter.

I’ve been wrestling with whether or when and where Evelyn should move to a care community. Will God give me the answers through the advice of my friends?

We have a wonderful support network, and I realize most of it stems from one source: the church. Despite the church’s many flaws, I thank God for the church!

Tuesday was a LONG day! Things are looking better on Wednesday.

Even this small compromise of my energy reminds me that my good health is vital for our household to function these days.

Different to be sure, but Christmas this year didn’t go unmarked or uncelebrated. We’ll always remember how we “kept Christmas” at the end of 2023.

We’re not sending cards this year, but maybe this heartfelt greeting will be enough to take their place.

A friend wrote after reading last week’s post to say, “I’m deeply moved by your practice of gratitude.”

Different is the category for every aspect of our life right now. Christmas will simply fit the pattern.

Gratitude can fall into one of two categories. Most often it fits in both.

Three quotes give me something to remember that will help lighten my caregiving load.

A slice of our life to give a broader picture of our every day with Alzheimer’s. Memory is only the beginning of the problems.

Rereading a post from one year ago reminds me the cycle continues and the circle won’t end.