After Caregiving: A Tribute to A Dear Friend (Sorry, the photos didn't transfer, so feel free to see the original at http://www.donnathomson.com/2014/09/...ar-friend.html Today I hugged one of my oldest and dearest friends. I hugged her for a long time, because this was the day of her husband's funeral. Kathleen Campbell Jordan married Bill Jordan 47 years ago, ten years before Jim and I tied the knot. Kathleen and Bill ...
Hi Everyone! Here's a blog post that I wrote today - too bad the photos didn't show but you can see them on my site at http://www.donnathomson.com/2015/01/...bility-in.html Anyway, I really love the subject of this post and I hope you will too. Celebrating Royalty and Nobility in Ordinary Caregiving “So Brother Matthew locked the gate behind me, and I was enclosed in the four walls of my new freedom.” Thomas Merton Caregivers ...
I've just come from our family cottage in the north woods of Quebec. It's peaceful there - a place for reflecting and remembering. My Nana built our cottage in the 1920s and my memories are of her making my toast on the woodstove with the sunlight dancing through the wood-framed window. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhJlpo3hMk0 But the woods can be scary sometimes. Once, I got lost. I went for a walk by myself and followed a path I didn't know. I was surrounded ...
Cyber Friendship, Love and Grief Before computers, I relied on a monthly magazine for my connection to other caregivers. I was a new mother of a baby with severe disabilities and that magazine was called "Exceptional Parent"(now re-named EParent Magazine). I would rifle through the magazine in search of the page titled 'Letters' and there, I would read messages such as "Hi, my name is Sarah and my son David was born with cerebral palsy. But it's not his CP that worries me. ...
The Language of Care - Have We Lost It? Recently, a friend and colleague railed at our collective lack of empathy for homeless people living on the street. "What kind of a society do we live in where we step over another human being lying on the sidewalk?" she demanded. I visualised myself on the street, seeing a human shape huddled under a blanket in a doorway. Then, I see myself turning away and hurrying by, afraid to speak. "What stops me from making ...
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