As I inch closer and closer to age 65, I have very mixed feelings about my life from here on down the road. Chronic illness has changed not only me but many close relatives, some younger, some older. There are many caregivers who have dedicated their lives to taking care of us, with unselfish love and devotion. 

My husband who has been my personal unlicensed CNA. My oldest daughter raising four boys who visits twice a month to prepare meals and do laundry. My middle daughter who wishes she could do more but never fails to massage my neck, back and feet when she is here. My youngest who makes me laugh with her dry humor. Grandchildren who love me unconditionally whether near or far. So many friends who help out and treat me as an equal regardless of my limitations.

These examples are all part of my caregiving network who I could not live without.

Someday in the future when I am no longer a part of their lives, they may grieve, but they will have comfort knowing that they gave a big part of themselves to me every single day. 

We don’t talk about our caregivers enough and I believe they deserve praise and appreciation for the time and energy that they devote to us warriors.