Gifts from the Frontlines...
For those who show up...however they can for love
Promises, Promises, Promises...
If you are reading this new blog, it is likely you are (either my brother, Ted...) or a caregiver who as randomly found this post via search engine serendipity. Welcome. I have been where you are—the stressed out caregiver who is just trying to hold their house (of cards) together for themselves and their ill beloveds. You are hard to reach...but I am persistent (and clever). I remember when it was so for me (so hard to listen...) and get any information because I was on 24/7 duty with too little sleep, and too many worries about how I was going to manage. I felt very alone—even in the middle of friends because I wasn't thinking, I could ask or really even deserved the world's help. Hey, don't be too hard on my hard head. I am from the Oklahoma prairie and (even having lived in The San Francisco Bay area for decades), the rugged individualism is a persistent taproot in my garden. But the equally perennial and persistent question is how to use what I know—to support you? I have taken what one of my gurus has recently posted in The Marketing Seminar: "It’s about connecting the dots for someone, using the dots they know. " —Seth Godin Seth is talking about marketing in the quote...but, as usual, his reach is greater. As a hospice chaplain and a long-time caregiver in the trenches of love, I know stuff. I promise you, in this blog, that I will use all the (considerable) dots at my disposal to serve you. Which is very different than helping...or fixing, but that is the next blog post. Best blessings on your day, Rev. E.M.
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