ON THE FRONTLINES OF CAREGIVING
If I plan a dream trip to death, nothing will go wrong – no airline breaking my wife’s wheelchair, no hotel booking us a room without a roll-in shower, no museum failing to repair its long out of service elevator.
If I tell
enough jokes, cook a perfect made from scratch breakfast – my wife will not be
so stiff, sore, flat out in pain from waking till bed time.
If I strategize enough (crossing the line into toxic territory of being parental instead of spousal) before an event, my Heidi will never suffer the horrible impacts of ableism—from a boss, bus driver, physician, or grocery store clerk.
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