The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind for my life. I’ve been living with my mother for a couple of years and we’ve helped offset each other’s lives during the recession, but my mother’s health took a serious turn and I immediately had to take on a new, full-time job: Caregiver.
Since then I’ve been reading up and sharing stories on what it means to be a caregiver. It means that at any given moment, you have to be ready to make a call to a nurse or an ambulance. It means you have to make sure bills are paid, checks are deposited and the lights stay on. It means making sure you get enough sleep while making your parent comfortable.
And it means relying on friends to help whenever they can. I don’t get too personal here, but lemme tell you who’s been my best friend throughout this ordeal.
Sebastian has been there. Sebastian means coming home from the emergency room and not having to worry about being alone. He’s happy to see me, he’s wagging his tail, he’s yipping, wondering where I am, and yapping, wondering where his Mama K is.
My mom is now on her third hospital stay in two weeks. Her recovery may take a lot longer than we want, but she has a wonderful team of doctors and staff who want her to be happy and healthy and vibrant again. That’s what I want, too.
And what Sebastian wants.
So, that’s how life is over here in Bellesouth Country. You never know what’s going to happen, do you?