I’m posting late tonight. These days, sometimes I just feel the need to look at some old photos and make a post.
My power walking has been on hold this past while as my sibs and I continue to take turns sitting with our parents.
We have things organized that my turn to sit is between 5pm and 9pm.
That said, with my background in palliative care nursing, I’m “on call” to support my siblings and our Mom, as our Dad struggles on. I respond frequently, either with a phone call or an in person visit if there’s something they’re unsure of.
I feel good that I’m able to support them, so I don’t begrudge a single call for advice or help.
I’m also the person who is contacting both immediate family and other family members with updates, best times to visit, etc. My siblings would take this job in a heartbeat. I know in my heart that I can answer the difficult medical questions that may arise, so it might as well be me from the get-go.
I didn’t realize until my sis pointed out to me this morning, that I’m continually being a nurse, and haven’t yet had the time or opportunity to just be a daughter.
My feature photo seemed to represent how I’ve been feeling.
Sometimes puddles are so real, that when you’re circling them trying to get a good shot – you feel as though you could fall in.
The altered depth perception clouds reality and is so similar to life this past while.
“What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.”C. S. Lewis (on perception)