In the fall of 2002, my mother, who has muscular dystrophy, lost the use of her legs. Up to then, she had been taking care of herself and my father, but now she couldn’t do that any more. I had been taking an adult education course in accounting, but I quit to take care of her at home.
Here in Maine you can get paid for caring for a family member, so I worked at a home care agency, but my mother was my only client. I did not hesitate to care for her because she had taken care of me and always made sure I had what I needed when I was growing up. It felt good to able to take care of her. It has not been easy at times, but I would not change anything. I feel that I have been a good daughter.
Last year, my mother fell. After she got out of the hospital and rehab facility, she needed more care than I could give her. I put her in a nursing home about 40 minutes from my house. I couldn’t care for her now if I wanted to: I’m not young any more, and I have a bad back and arthritis in my hands. But seeing her in the nursing home can be much harder on me emotionally than taking care of her ever was. Continue reading »











