A tightness builds in my chest, and a lump of sadness forms in my throat. I wonder if croutons will always make me sad.
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When you stand at the crossroads of life, ask yourself: Are you choosing the path of convenience or genuine growth?
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"I've never seen him this happy," Jessica remarked, her eyes glistening with a hint of tears.
I returned her gaze, understanding the depth of her emotions. “I think he’s meant to be a part of our family.”
Simultaneously, we both leaned in for a hug, “I think you’re right,” she whispered.
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"Come look at my leg!" He motioned with his head. I would typically never approach a stranger in a parked car. I hesitated, but something about him roused my curiosity. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I can hardly move."
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Despite his condition, he still wanted to argue.
“No. Don’t call 911. This has happened before.”
It had.
“I’ll be fine. If it’s my time to go, I’d rather do it at home.”
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We lived in the country on forty acres of farmland where power outages were commonplace, and restoration was low on the Electric Company’s priority list. Frequently the power went out for a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, and occasionally a few days.
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This post is to all you badass caregivers out there, the ones who had a tough choice to make. You know who you are, wives, husbands, partners, family, and friends. Although we haven’t met, we know each other well.
I know what you’re feeling. My husband and I are also dealing with a devastating event that changed our lives. While competing in a motocross race in 1990, Frank was in an accident. He suffered a broken neck that left him a quadriplegic, paralyzed from the chest down. Frank was a strong, independent, athletic thirty-one-year-old man before his spinal cord injury. It was a freak accident; he flipped over the handlebars and landed on his head. That split-second in time ended the life we had planned.
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He was thirty-one years old, incredibly strong and healthy, when my boyfriend broke his neck in a motocross accident which left him paralyzed from the chest down. When Frank was discharged from the hospital five months later, I assumed the role of full-time caregiver. Two years after that, we were married, and I continued to be his caregiver from that day forward. This life-changing event was the start of my journey to a new awareness.
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Hi, I’m Micki Jean LaVres. I’m a writer and a full-time family caregiver. Thank you for visiting my new blog, BADASS SUPERHERO CAREGIVER
Just so you know, I write the way I talk, so don’t expect anything fancy. I don’t use big words and flowery phrases. I just say things the way I think, and that’s the way I share them with you. You can expect genuine feelings shared in a down-to-earth way, coming from a real woman telling true-life stories. That’s it. Oh, and there may be an occasion when I use four-letter words.
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