I’m a Professional Caregiver and You’re Not
When I was a teenager, my Dad had a series of strokes. When Mum went into the hospital for minor surgery, a woman in a white uniform arrived in our…
When I was a teenager, my Dad had a series of strokes. When Mum went into the hospital for minor surgery, a woman in a white uniform arrived in our…
Before computers, I relied on a monthly magazine for my connection to other caregivers. I was a new mother of a baby with severe disabilities and that magazine was called…