Daring to Dream it

My blog is in transition as I too am in a period of equal transition. My mom has signed up for Hospice care and as her primary caregiver, on and off for five years, I get the privilege of tagging along for the ride. I don't plan on focusing strictly on the topic of Hospice because there is more to me and my life then care giving. My goal in my blog is to write about all aspects of my life. Care giving, Hospice, Faith, Health, Food, Recipes, exercise and of course my frustrations that visit occasionally. My humor is dry and at times dark. I try to say what I mean and mean what I say, and have been accused of being at times, blunt. Thanks for visiting my little corner of the world.

Homepage: https://darintodreamit.wordpress.com

A Caregiver’s Story….Escaping

***This post was began in July of 2014*** Every now and again, I get an afternoon to myself. Usually, I am only free to run errands but, when it feels right, I’ll break free. I will run my errands and treat myself to lunch.  Truly, what a treat it is. I’m sure it may seem odd. Me, […]

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A Caregiver’s Story….Caregiver Burnout

***This post was written in September of 2016*** Today I have been reading about caregiver burnout. The article I read, directed me to a quiz to try and define where I am in my caregiver burnout journey. I have to say I was a bit surprised by my result, sorta. According to my self test and assessment, and […]

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Anxiety Attack

  Last night I had to get out of bed, despite being dead tired (which I seem to be all the time right now), and try to get my brain to stop racing full tilt into that  harrowing pit of “What if….” My heart galloped as fast as my brain. My breathing was shallow and quick. I had a […]

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A Caregiver’s Story…. Imperfect Parenting

****From December 2016*** I am needing to forgive the imperfections of my moms parenting.  She has never been a discusser of feelings, but as she has gotten older and sicker, heart clearing discussions are even more difficult.  Mom recollects the past through a crepey memory, and if I push my needy feelings onto her, she cries. […]

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I’m Gonna Miss that Bike

Over the summer I learned how to ride a dirt bike.  I never thought I would ride a motorcycle. When I was young, I tried to ride a motorized scooter. I got scared of the speed and jumped off. I wasn’t assured that I was doing fine and I wasn’t encouraged to try again. (A very […]

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