Though I realize that this discourse is to be centered on my spiritual journey, my sister’s diagnosis has become an almost Groundhog Day experience for me. My sister and her family (husband and two sons) live with me. I am inherently yet again a caregiver. A caregiver to a family of four who are invariably unable financially to stand on their own two feet, even before the multiple sclerosis diagnosis. Many have essentially encouraged me to not allow them to take advantage of me, but I recognize that I have a concrete fix on why they are with
Though I realize that this discourse is to be centered on my spiritual journey, my sister’s diagnosis has become an almost Groundhog Day experience for me. My sister and her family (husband and two sons) live with me. I am inherently yet again a caregiver. A caregiver to a family of four who are invariably unable financially to stand on their own two feet, even before the multiple sclerosis diagnosis. Many have essentially encouraged me to not allow them to take advantage of me, but I recognize that I have a concrete fix on why they are with