Feeling Grateful

All the doctor’s reports have been good, and for that I am grateful. I am glad we moved back to California to be near our kids and grandkids, so i’m grateful for that. I’m grateful that we are going to be great grand parents the end of November.

I’m grateful that I don’t get bored. I read, knit, watch a movie on tv. and pretend I’m writing. I’m grateful when I am in a writing mood and get something worthwhile done. At my age, I’ve got to get moving.

Moving, that’s the one thing that’s hard for me. The Fibromyalgia has slowed me down, as has my sleep pattern, but I’m grateful for my good attitude that allows me not to brood or get depressed. I’m grateful for every day, all the sunshine, my husband who thinks I’m the greatest, even though I tell him, “I’m only me.” and he says, “That’s all you have to be.” I am so grateful he still looks at me with love in his eyes, and that we are really ‘two halves of a whole, while each retaining our own identity’ I said that once on national television, and it’s so true.

I’m grateful that someone, anyone, reads my blog, comments on it or not. I’m grateful just to be, each and every moment is precious and not to be missed.

Yes, I am grateful.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene


Blessed sleep, something I never, or seldom get. Fibromyalgia is the culprit, or part of it, doesn’t matter, the bottom line is my sleep is terrible. Very seldom do I get a full nights sleep. Some nights I get no sleep at all, and all this with the help of a sleeping pill.

I’ve gotten used to it, I don’t like it, my husband doesn’t like it, but hey, it is what it is. I’m grateful when I get 4-6 hours sleep, and truthfully, I have to nap most days. It’s funny, on the days I do nap, I sleep better at night. Most of you are thinking, don’t nap, you’ll sleep better at night. That doesn’t work for me. Believe me, I’ve tried it.

But I’m grateful when I sleep, and when I can’t I accept it. I forgive myself for not doing everything I think I should be doing in a day. I forgive myself when I’m not up to par.

Imagine how the caregiver feels. it’s so hard to stand in someone else’s shoes. Another reason I published my secret journal, Behind The Mask. Being a  caregiver is hard enough, it’s even harder when you have to keep it a secret as I did.

I hope my story inspires others to Adopt A Caregiver. Every caregiver needs a friend, someone who won’t judge them, lets them vent, talk, get it out, someone who encourages the caregiver to forgive themselves, to journal, to listen to music and to just be there.

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