I will never be an elder-caregiver again.

[Marthe48]

110. You were there for them

Whether you liked it or not, whether the outcome is what you hoped, you did the right thing.

My husband and I ended up being caretakers, first for my Mom, then his. Right after we moved his mom to a dementia unit at a local nursing home, my husband was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. He died about 6 months before his Mom did. I feel like the stress in our lives didn't help his health, but I don't see how we could have done anything differently. Even after almost 6 years, I second guess every single choice we made at the time.

When we grieve, there is often anger mixed in with the sorrow, and each of us has to come to terms with how we feel. But sometimes, it is healing to realize that some things are unacceptable, and getting that insight can move you forward.

I wish you well.