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Friends, I have been trying to act as though everything is going along normally over here but, it isn’t. Someone near and dear to me took a bad fall last Friday night and suffered a pretty serious break to their humerus. A trip to the orthopedist today will let us know how bad.

What this means is that I am now living away from home and sleeping on a pull out couch - - one ear always on alert for the sound of the little bell sitting on a bedside table across the hall.

This makes blogging a challenge.

I am not complaining. Honestly, I am scared out of my mind but I am not complaining.

True to form, I’m going to respond to this challenge by putting you to work. 

I’m looking for helpful information about home care, what Medicare will pay for, how to organize friendly, helpful neighbors in a way that respects them but is, first and foremost, helpful to the patient.

Is there a Maryland help hotline for people like me who are new to being caregivers? And, just to make you laugh, is there an easy concierge service that organizes everything and everyone? Writing and all things creative are my strong suits. Organization? Not so much.

I want to keep writing because it is a (proven) way for me to stay connected and stay on an even keel, mental-health-wise. If I can get some moments of respite in place I’ll keep showing up here. Even if you don’t have any expert advice I’d appreciate what my Unitarian mother used to call “good thoughts.”

Whatever you call them, they help.


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  1. Julia A. McCreadyFebruary 18, 2026 at 12:22 PM

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