By C. LaRene Hall
If you are like me, life just happens. You continue with all the big and little bumps in the road. Then one day, you come to a screeching stop. No! I don’t want to do this.
That is what happened to me last week. For over two month’s my sisters and I have been taking turns giving my mom 24/7 care. It’s not that I don’t want to give the care to my mom. After all, she gave me life. I don’t mind taking all the vitals every day or administering the meds. Preparing meals and seeing to her daily needs are easy.
Last week sitting in a meeting where medical professions were explaining some additional things she may need in the near future, I suddenly said, “No. I don’t want to do that. I’m not a nurse and I never wanted to be one.”
Since then, I’ve realized I’m a daughter and that’s all I want to be to her. I can make her comfortable and lovingly care for her. I can go without sleep to see to her needs. However, we need to leave some things to professionals.
Besides a daughter I’m a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, but I’m not a nurse. Professionally I’m a secretary, accountant and a writer. I can do many other things, but I can’t be all things.