I feel this deeply. I am a carer in my 30s for my mom, who is recovering from a major stroke this summer. My brother is traveling and falling in love and hosting Halloween parties; I’m crying in the car and trying to deal with insurance, rehab, meds, and scheduling. Sometimes I’m angry. Mostly I’m deeply sad that accidents of birth order + geography + gender mean that the world feels open for him and closed for me. I love my parents - it’s an honor to be of service to them. But I didn’t think that their care would take over my life yet.
I feel this deeply. I am a carer in my 30s for my mom, who is recovering from a major stroke this summer. My brother is traveling and falling in love and hosting Halloween parties; I’m crying in the car and trying to deal with insurance, rehab, meds, and scheduling. Sometimes I’m angry. Mostly I’m deeply sad that accidents of birth order + geography + gender mean that the world feels open for him and closed for me. I love my parents - it’s an honor to be of service to them. But I didn’t think that their care would take over my life yet.
"Loss can be unfathomable. It can be manageable. But it’s rarely predictable, and it comes for all of us." -- this is incredibly well-put, Patti.