Another shoe has dropped.
We've dealt with so much since DH's stroke three-and-a- half years ago,
and last week they diagnosed him with diabetes, as well.
Took most of yesterday off to drive him to a diabetes education class.
Most of the "work" following a new eating plan (and hopefully getting
him to exercise) will fall on my shoulders, even though the leader
today stressed it is not the caregivers responsibility to follow
through with the plans.
She stressed that I should not be the "Diabetes Police", but when he can't/won't take care of himself, who else does it fall to?
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- Susan
- I was born in the Redwood Country of Northern California. An honor student in high school, I turned down a full tuition scholarship to Humboldt State University to marry at age seventeen and go on to have three children in the next five years. I’ve never forgotten that starry-eyed girl who dreamed of becoming a newspaper journalist. I settled for an AA in Sociology and a minor in Business from College of the Redwoods and eventually found a career in telecom. Starting as a telephone operator and working my way up to a management position in purchasing with a large independent telephone company, I assumed I would work there until I retired or was found slumped over dead in my office chair. Life, however, often takes you on paths you never dreamed you’d travel. My husband had a stroke in 2005 and we found ourselves becoming a multi-generational family, moving 160 miles away and in with our younger son, his wife and two grandchildren.
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