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“Do you have any knitting patterns? I want to knit for my granddaughter, and I need to look at some patterns.” I looked at her helplessly. This lady couldn’t knit any more, let alone follow a pattern. What should I say? She was the mother of our neighbours at the time. Both our townhouses were

I’ve learned to wait for answers. For me, it’s a sign of respect that I wait for the resident to tell me how they like their coffee. If they are struggling, I may say, “Do you like cream?” That is usually answered immediately. Then I add, “What about sugar?” This separates the answer into manageable

Every lunch, I assist two ladies with their lunch. Isabel can do a little for herself, such as take a sip of soup when it is in a mug. Sometimes she struggles to get the mug to her mouth, and my hand gently guiding it makes all the difference. She prefers salads to sandwiches, and

I hate saying “Good-bye.”I guess few love it, but I hate it with a passion.Which is unfortunate, because my work involves a lot of good-byes. I meet residents in the last season of their lives. The season may last surprisingly long, but inevitably, there is a time to say good-bye. And it hurts. “Maintain a

I’ve never been a music person. I can’t sing, for one thing. And although there are a few songs that move me to tears or make my heart soar, I seldom listen to music. I never think of it. I’ve seen what music can do, however, and it awes me. Music reaches into hearts and

Enid doesn’t talk much. Dementia has stolen many of her words. They come slowly and with effort.But Enid communicates.Because of a swallowing issue, she eats only soft or minced foods. Her fluids are thickened. Sometimes, her choices are few, and she doesn’t have much enthusiasm for eating. But today, she ate a strawberry crepe. It

                           My mother, Florence Everson, who                                  died with Alzheimer’s at 66 It’s always there, in the background. Just there.Then something will happen. I will search for a

When a person is diagnosed with a debilitating, progressive disease, it can become huge in their life. For their caregiver, there is so much to learn, it is all-consuming. A new language, how the medical system and the systems of care work, medications, interventions–it goes on and on. If we aren’t careful, the disease can

A young couple was sitting in the kitchen, working on their budget as their two young boys played near them. They were discussing their emergency fund, when the three-year-old piped up, “I want that! I want some of that emergency fun!” Now, there’s a concept. I’ve never been good at fun. My mother taught me

My mother was a nurse, and my father a pharmacist. I’ve worked in a long-term care setting for almost 14 years. I’m not a medical person, but I’ve been on the fringes of medical things most of my life, and I’ve learned to talk what I call medical-ese. The medical world has terms for everything,