I don't know about today's title, maybe there are tons of places where caregivers are honored and revered, I haven't seen them and I've looked. My husband knows me better than almost anyone and he has cared for me and done the lion's share of caring for our small family. I can't do even minimal tasks, Sean makes coffee, dinner and most decisions. He deals with all the doctors offices and handles all the insurance people, stuff I used to do really well. It's more tedious than I realized, he's also incredibly patient when he's dealing with all the different pharmacy people and lab people and people in general. Several of those very same people have told me that it's really obvious how much he cares for me, they can tell by watching Sean with me. Whether he's helping me walk, into the car, or at the gym, he pays a lot of attention to my safety, he still makes me laugh every day. Usually more than once! When the doctors didn't know where to send me and how to treat me, Sean knew. I feel (and look) very different than I did before the surgery to remove the tumor, I'm really happy and at peace. I can't be sure why but I know my caregiver has a lot to do with it.
PS - Did I mention he doesn't get paid?
PS - Did I mention he doesn't get paid?
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