I used to think I was a compassionate person. I looked up to older people, held the door open for them, felt for the underpriviledged, those less fortunate than myself, and then I became a caregiver.
I was a caregiver for seven long hard years when my husband was suddenly diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease and we were advised to keep the diagnosis a secret. He was a highly functioning individual, still working, and we couldn’t take the chance of his losing his living. Not yet.
I started a secret journal, which I later published as Behind The Mask. This journal showed my emotions, my thoughts, my fears and everything I was going through and I wondered about all caregivers. Did they feel the same way I did? Were they worried about their spouses, their parents, their future, their alone time? Did they worry about being a burden to their children? Did anyone wonder about the caregiver? Did anyone care?
Compassion, now I know all about it.
I started Adopt A Caregiver, which means that in your own community, find a caregiver. Send an email, offer to be their friend. Do not abandon the caregiver, have compassion for what they are going through. Help them, support them, encourage them to help themselves. Do not judge, for you have not stood in their shoes.
Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.
Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene