This week, I caught a “cold.” It presented as a sinus infection, likely viral, and fairly annoying if not completely debilitating. I think the added distress of this infection was that I haven’t had a “cold” in the last several years. I think I believed I was “immune” – but of course, I’m not.
For those of you who lead “normal” lives – lives that aren’t built around the needs of other people with serious limitations – the idea of taking a road trip probably sounds entirely ordinary. But for a full-time caregiver (like me), the logistics associated with the notion of getting into a car, spending several hours in that confined space, transporting our life (with all the necessary belongings) to a hotel, spending the night, and enjoying a different expanse of scenery is entirely foreign!
If you’ve been reading my Monday mailings regularly, you know that I tend to write to you about what I’m discovering in my own life because, after all, I’m on this journey with you. I’m quick to admit that my own life is a “work in progress” and happy to share the discoveries I’m making about my own challenges and foibles with you.
It is Memorial Day, a holiday that gifts us with a 3-day weekend and commemorates the unofficial start of summer in most of our minds. All too often, we neglect the original intent of the holiday – to honor the nation’s war-dead, those who made the ultimate sacrifice so that the rest of us could enjoy the privilege of living in a free nation.