Elizabeth Blessing's Caregiving Blog

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Elizabeth Blessing

Elizabeth Blessing
Location
California,
Birthday
September 28
Title
Writer and caregiver
Bio
Hello, my name is Elizabeth Blessing and I’ve been a caregiver for 40 years. I started caregiving when I was 6-years-old by helping my parents care for my autistic older brother, Bobby. In my teens, I began helping another brother after he was diagnosed with a mental illness. In my 30s, I began caregiving for my father, helping him through cancer, strokes, multiple falls and fractures, dementia, nursing home care, and most recently, end-of-life care. I write about caregiving and autism on my site, elizabethblessing.com

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JANUARY 10, 2012 9:34AM

The Ghost in My Phone

My little Mama,
"Mamacita," my little Mama, many years ago on a sunny day. 

It's around midnight and my almost 77-year-old Mamacita phones me from her room at St. Joseph Hospital.

"A-lee-sa-bet," she says my name in a whisper, her soft voice floating into my ear in the melodious tones… Read full post »

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MAY 11, 2011 8:00PM

The Newfangled Meditation

 

Brain1
 

I received a meditation catalog in the mail yesterday. Or, rather, a catalog advertising meditation products guaranteed to “unleash your health, wealth and power.” Feeling a little unhealthy, unwealthy and powerless lately, I thought I’d give it a gander.

Th… Read full post »

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MAY 9, 2011 1:24PM

Now Playing: Reconciliation at the Movies

This is what I know about Dad . . .

Kendall Blessing was born on August 12, 1929 in Chicago, Illinois and died on March 24, 2011 in Eureka, CA. He was the son of Gregory and Oma Blessing. He had one brother, William, and two sisters, Joyce and Barbara. He… Read full post »

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MAY 3, 2011 10:13AM

White Cat Meow: A Conversation with my Autistic Brother

My 52-year-old autistic brother, Bobby, and I had a conversation a few months ago. It went like this . . .

“Bobby, what are you thinking about?”

“White-cat-meow.” He is sitting in his favorite reclining chair, staring at his fingers intently. He says the words quickly, running… Read full post »

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