It’s hard to believe, but I’ve never slept in my bedroom. When I moved in, I slept on a twin
sized mattress in my son's room, then as my grandmother's health declined the kids and I kinda moved into my grandmother's room. Before we combined our home
and moved into this beautiful home, my grandmother had a stroke, but she didn’t
become symptomatic until she had another T.I.A. This
stroke messed me up, not only was I in college, but she didn’t know English,
and I was in the hospital twelve hours a day because she couldn't communicate
with the doctors and nurses and it was uncomfortable
for her. So I would get the kids ready for school and go to the hospital, then
go back home to get them off the bus and when James was done with work I would
go back.
I felt like death, and I was literally alone… Everyone was
busy with their lives while I’m here with everyone’s mom and grandmother. Other
than two aunt’s no one called her. She had a couple visits but a few minutes
here and there is hardly a reprieve for me. I got sick into the third day because
it was either hospital food or starve. There are
so much vending machine meals a human can take. As my grandmother got better
she was switched to a different floor, and the kids were finally able to visit.
After the kids got out of school we’d stay at the hospital until the staff
kicked us out (they were nice about it).
Even when grams was in the hospital I didn’t sleep in my
room, I think I was too depressed. Crying my self to sleep didn’t help. The
kids were already used to sleeping in grandma’s room since we moved my little
bed in there too. The feeling of being alone
sucked. I can’t quite explain it but my
grandmother not being around, kind of felt empty and I wasn’t ready for it.
She came home and
required a lot of help for me, but I couldn’t get more help than I already was
getting for her which was a home health aide 3x a week for one hour each day.
Which is fine, I’ve been always grateful
for any help I can get, as I took that opportunity to get groceries.
Grams can’t get up on her own, she requires help all the
time and she kinda “forget’s” that she has a walker. I’m her walker, and my
waist always has black and blue marks where
she holds on. Yep, I’m her walker.
Honestly, I want to applaud
my husband, my best friend. No one else would ever understand the devotion I
have to make my grandmother comfortable. It’s hard, so hard and he gets it.



Today's post is a rundown of aging and the elderly. This post is in a study guide style, and its made as a starting point to help you with your research on aging and the elderly. When I turned 21 I became my grandmothers (adoptive mothers) caregiver, and when I turned 30, I became her full-time caregiver. I was lost, I knew nothing about what I was going to get myself into so I hope this quick guide helps out somewhat.




The more secure a child is with their caregiver, it will be easier for the child to become an independent adult. A child that is secure will be confident and resilient, especially when they are confronted with peer pressure at school or social events.





