The Caregiver with the Dragon Tattoo

Sometimes I get all defeated and down about being the primary caregiver for my artistic genius Mom (with great hair) with sneaky ovarian cancer.

Other times I’m all swagger.

 “I’m the CAREGIVER, motherfuckers, check out my dragon tattoo…”

The dragon tattoo is imaginary, of course, but I think you get my point.

Caregiving is not for sissies.

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5 responses to “The Caregiver with the Dragon Tattoo

  1. I have a friends that is the primary caregiver to his mother. He takes care of all the chores and cooking around his house while he looks after his mother. My respect to both of you. I had no idea it was such a difficult role until I spoke with him, and your blog post simply reinforces what he’s told me. 🙂 Best of luck with NaNoWrimo, by the way. That’s how I found your blog and then I started poking around through your posts. I’ll be doing NaNoWrimo too and I can’t wait to start!! Anywho, I’ll keep an eye out for your novel 😀

  2. Holy shit. My tag line on my blog is “This page is no place for sissies.” I think we’re kindred spirits, my new friend.

    • kim

      Holy shit is right! I just took a quick peek at your blog & saw the teal ribbon for ovarian cancer awareness. Small world! Going to go back & read more as I sit next to Mom’s bed in the hospital tonight. Thanks for writing. 🙂

      xoxo
      kim

  3. I DO have a dragon tattoo on my spine and I am probably ABOUT to become the primary caregiver for my mom which means moving across the country, giving up my career, and figuring out how to get a different type of job and support two people. Also my mom isn’t physically ill but also suffering from dementia. I wrestled with this decision to go take care of her because I was being childish and afraid to go to the depths and all the way with my mom and her illness – she is very emotionally difficult to handle, compounded by memory loss so that she is like a scared and angry child. But then I thought, you know what? What else is there in life? Nothing else matters but family and love. I mean having a career is nothing. Accomplishments are not character or meaning. Knowing that you were truly there for the last months of your parent’s life is the most important thing in the world. It is a mark of true character somehow. I am SO sorry for your loss.

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