The Elizabeth Dole Fondation for caregivers

The many days and nights caring for your disabled spouse picking up many pieces lot's of tissues for crying in silence you know you matter an yet you are the sole caregiver an yet you yourself are broken you begin to feel worthless because how can you help more when you suffer with PTSD and you are caring for someone suffering with ptsd the sheets are always sweatie night terrors now you hear the cries as you awakened within the night time broken having your own night terrors daily calendars medication despenser you are a disabled pair an yet here we are my wearing wires pregnant the fbi hearing my fetus heartbeat he never left Vietnam and yet I'm here holding my spouse he's here holding me i am reminded of Gene Hackman finally days watching his deceased wife hisbcaregiver suffering while with Alzheimers her remains mummified the two of them dying with their dog alone in their home my prayers are with his family his loved ones sometimes when you care for others you find that you yourself become invisible their needs are always ahead of your pwns that's what make you the compassionate person you are someone else needs you more and that's what it means to be a caregiver to always give more of yourself i am fondly reminded of Elizabeth Dole Fondation her dedication to her husband and the many caregivers and their families