Excerpt from Chapter 23

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find here A young grocery clerk was surprised when I asked for a shopping bag when purchasing jumbo-packs of protective underwear. It didn’t matter that Tony wasn’t standing alongside – I wholly respected his pride and always maintained his privacy to the utmost.

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coquetear a una mujer A few inventive wardrobe adjustments to make pulling on track pants, no button shirts, and Velcro-fasteners on his shoes made dressing easier. I laid out his clothes now, when it was time for a change – he couldn’t choose anymore and would wear the same outfit day in and day out. Never once did I mention the increased laundry and clean-ups.

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her comment is here Shallow sleep with my ear always attuned to whether he was up – and for how long. There was no textbook learning – helpful hints from fellow caregivers at the Support Group and creative adjustments to the norm seemed to work for us.
Challenging days when I was wearied and Tony seemed cross were more frequent now –sometimes I wondered how much longer…and then chided myself for even thinking such thought. After all, if the tables were turned, I knew Tony would give his best to me – that was an unquestionable truth.

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