Even though I am still
in the grip of a howling cold I feel like doing a jig! When my son
arrives home tomorrow it will be the end of what has been a bad time
for us all.
Being carer to someone
whose health is as poor as Pa's while at the same time catering for
the needs of a night worker has taxed me to the uttermost.
While my son enjoyed
his work I could at least feel that there was a reason to carry on
with such a punishing schedule, but as things changed and the soul of
the place was sucked out, it began to feel like labour in vain.
During the past eight
years my own health has deteriorated ,trying to ensure that this fact
did not compromise either my care of Pa or my son's welfare has
exacerbated matters and I am now at the limit of my strength.
Things will have to
change I know ,and I welcome that change. Now, at last I may do as my
|Doctors tell me and rest, before it is too late.
I shall have time to
watch my birds again,time to sketch and paint for the first time in
years,the stress of needing to be on my guard 24 hours a day will be
over as my son will be home at night .
I short I shall no
longer have to face caring for Pa alone.
My son will have his
life back and will be able once more to have a proper social life,and
most of all time to write. There is real excitement among his friends
about his forthcoming publications . For me,just to see him happy and
relaxed again will give me new heart and a quiet mind.
He is
strong,brave,loyal and much too intelligent to waste any more of his
life in a job which is as hopeless as attempting to bail out the
Titanic.
Time to man the
lifeboats,time for a new life.
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