Growing older always involves some kind of loss. For my Mom, it meant giving up her beloved car. To Mom, a car has always represented freedom and independence. She fancies herself as a kind of Canadian Thelma or Louise – ‘I’ve had it up to my ass in sedate!’ would be her motto (that’s a . . . → Read More: THE CAREGIVERS’ LIVING ROOM A Blog by Donna Thomson: It’s Scary Being an Aging Caregiver
“Push a Poo, push a poo, push a poo poo poo!” That’s what I used to sing to Nick when he was little. Recently, I sang the little ditty again into Nick’s ear and we both had a good belly laugh. But the laugh wasn’t enough to elicit any action ‘down there’ and neither . . . → Read More: THE CAREGIVERS’ LIVING ROOM – A Blog by Donna Thomson: Constipation Blues
I saw this today while browsing the internet – it’s for us. We, who love and care for our ageing parents or our children, sisters or brothers with disabilities – this poem speaks about what we already know, because we give care.
Cranky Old Man…..What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do . . . → Read More: THE CAREGIVERS’ LIVING ROOM – A Blog by Donna Thomson: Cranky Old Man – A Poetic Life Lesson