My dad had his surgery on the 11th, and, he is finally on the mend.
I have to say, it has been rough. The surgery itself was completed without a problem. He was out of the hospital the next afternoon, and, even though I’m a nurse, I somehow didn’t think this thing all the way through about what it meant for me as the lone caregiver.
When my mother was ill, I spent a lot of time away from home with her in the hospital, but, when she was at home it was different in that my father was the primary caregiver, …read more