Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Today I made the transition to a new role. I am now an official caregiver.
I've been easing into this role for a few years now. Today was the first time I accompanied Bill to a medical visit and identified myself as a caregiver. I was pleasantly surprised that I was accepted as Bill's caregiver immediately.
Regular blog readers know that Bill failed his driver's license test last month. He failed the eye test. I took him for an eye examination and they found he has cataracts. He has to have them removed in order to get his driver's license back.
Bill is hard of hearing. Bill also has a harder time as he has aged for retaining information he receives from his medical visits. Too often he has come back from a visit to his doctor with confusing information. He answer is usually to say "the hell with it." I can't let him do that anymore.
Bill will turn 88 years old in two weeks. He has been in remarkably good health for the most of his life including the fifty-two years we have been together. We have both been very lucky with our health. However time marches on and health issues are inevitable.
Thus I sat with him today during his pre cataract surgery examination. He was thankful and I felt good. Bill has taken care of me for most of my adult life and now it is my turn to take care of him. I am thankful I can do this.