My first elder caregiving experience was with my neighbor, Joe. His wife died, and he was left old, deaf, and alone. His only son lived half a continent away. It was instinctive for me to help, and I never thought, "How long will this last?" I grew to love Joe as a friend, but I also felt a duty toward him. An elder alone isn't a good thing and I'd always been a natural caregiver.
Read more about caregiving and education:
Comments