Making Mistakes

We all make mistakes. This week I’ve been full of them. Some of them have been frustrating, humiliating, and others I have learned that you can learn from your mistakes.

I failed the written driving test the first time around, and felt foolish and humiliated. I had to rip out several parts of the sweater I’m knitting, and that was frustrating. A lot of stitches to rip out and put back on the needles the correct way. Very time consuming, but I learned what I did wrong. At least I hope I did.

We all make mistakes, if we didn’t make mistakes, we aren’t making any decisions. And that’s a bad thing. In one day we make many decisions, about what to make for dinner, to get the paperwork off the desk, to make those phone calls we keep putting off and to cope with the day with a smile on our face.

A smile on our face shows we care, and that we can cope. A smile makes us feel good. So find something to smile about.

I am smiling, I have my first great grandchild’s baby shower on Saturday. It’s a girl. Four generations of women. This child also will have six, yes, six great grandparents! How wonderful.

Stand in someone else’s shoes, and then make the decision, what would you do? You certainly would understand them better. You will feel their pain, their emotions, and have some compassion for what they are going through.

Can’t find someone’s shoes to stand in? Read Behind The Mask by Helene Moore, a secret journal, written when she was a caregiver for her husband. Then seven years later, the diagnosis was changed. Yes, we were the lucky ones. So now it’s time to give back.

I started Adopt A Caregiver, see www.adoptacaregiver.org then help me spread my word, and plant the seeds for everyone to adopt a caregiver. They need a friend.

Keep love and kisses in your life Helene

Lovely Or Lonely

Holiday weekends, are they lovely or lonely? For most of us they are lovely, a chance to do things with friends, catch up on errands and house, and be with family enjoying traditions.

Or they can be very lonely for those who are alone, or those who are caregivers. Caregivers are not only lonely but many times they are worn out. A visit from a friend would be so welcome. Just stand in their shoes for a moment and think about what they are going through. Bring a small gift, a journal and bright colored pen, a small colorful plant, a book on tape, a book to read, anything, even just a smile!

My book, Behind The Mask, is only one account of being a caregiver. All caregivers have a story, they just don’t want to talk about it.

Make life a little more lovely for the caregiver. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Give the gift that lasts for ever and costs nothing.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

visit my website www.adoptacaregiver.org

Breakthroughs

We are making remarkable progress and breakthroughs on Alzheimer’s Disease and other diseases as well. But, we are not making enough of a breakthrough for the caregiver!

For the person on call 24/7 who is lonely and feels emotional distress is the caregiver. We are paying attention to the patient, but not the caregiver.

Be a friend, email someone you know who is a caregiver. Tell them you want to support them, be their friend, email them, and keep in touch. Do not judge, for you have not stood in their shoes.

That’s why I published Behind The Mask by Helene Moore to show what it’s like to stand in a caregiver’s shoes, and feel her emotions and share her thoughts.

Support the caregiver. 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

Community

What is a community? To me, a community is where you live, work, go to school, play golf, Mah Jongg, belong to a temple or church, anywhere you congregate regularly with the same people is a community.

And in your community there are caregivers. Think about caregivers; unless you can stand in a caregivers shoes you have no idea what they are going through. Their emotions, thoughts, actions might not be why you think.

My book, Behind The Mask was written as a secret journal that no one was supposed to read. When the doctors changed my husbands diagnosis I showed him my journal and he said to publish it, that it might help someone. I hope by standing in my shoes for a few short hours you will  have a better understanding of ‘standing in the caregivers shoes’.

The outcome of the book is that I started www.Adopt A Caregiver.org

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

A Perfect Day

What’s a perfect day for you? Mine, well, mine would be to sleep all night, not get up too early, to have sunshine all day, spend time, alot of time with my husband and have a lot of time just for me.

My time, alone, reading, writing, using the computer, or just sit in the chair and think about the story I’m writing.

To do what I want, when I want and not to feel guilty about it.

It would be nice if caregivers could do the same thing. You must stand in their shoes and think about what they are thinking, their emotions and choices. That’s why I published my book, Behind The Mask, so you could stand in my shoes for a little while, while I was a caregiver for seven years.

What came out of that book is Adopt A Caregiver. A simple plan to have you adopt someone in your own community who is a caregiver. Just email them, be their friend, encourage them to write an email back to you, to vent, to journal, Please do not judge them, for you have not stood in their shoes.

I am still thinking of that old woman I saw in Crystal Court last week, all alone. What was she thinking, was anyone going to pick her up and take her home. I am so sorry that I did not stop to speak to her, because she is still stuck in my mind. I pray she is all right and that someone is caring for her.

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