One day not long ago, after an especially frustrating day taking care of Romeo, I told him that he chose the wrong person to be his caregiver. "I'm terrible at it," I admitted in defeat.
"You're a great caregiver!"
"No, I'm not."
"Look," he said, "if the situation were reversed -- if you, my beloved Juliet, were the one with dementia and I, Romeo, were your caregiver . . . well, quite frankly, you'd be dead by now."
He was serious. He was also correct. What a pair we are.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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From one caregiver to another, thank you for reaching out and sharing your story. Your Romeo is greatly missed at The Homestead...we long to have him back. We pray that you can find peace and strength through this process.
ReplyDeleteHe misses everyone there, too! Experiencing life with Romeo and dementia has catapulted us to the edge of what's known, coaxing us to go further. Hmmm...dementia as creative play?
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