Tag Archives: caregiving

Is it ever okay to be selfish?

Posted on September 10, 2019 by

Back in 1982, I was transferred by my employer from Chicago out to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in a consolidation of the marketing department. That situation lasted about eight months before the EVP in charge of the division decided the VP of … Continue reading →

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On the day your father dies

Posted on October 17, 2018 by

Three years ago today I visited my father in the hospital for the last time. He’d lived with the effects of a profound stroke for more than 15 years. My mother died in 2005 and that left me in charge … Continue reading →

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Dad unplugged

Posted on August 20, 2018 by

It’s coming up on two years on October 17, 2016 that my father passed away. I served as his caregiver for more nearly thirteen years after my mother died from a combination of cancer and stroke in 2005. No one … Continue reading →

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Father knows best

Posted on May 1, 2018 by

My father was a complex character. He was prone to some mean and wild fits of anger at times. He was also capable of incredibly sensitive and meaningful insights. In other words, he tried to raise us the best way … Continue reading →

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When you’re feeling gassed

Posted on August 19, 2016 by

Last night I just took a night off. The week had been full of workouts already. Morning swims on both Monday and Wednesday. Cycling all three days. Some hard riding, some easy. So I was feeling a bit gassed by … Continue reading →

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What a pill to swallow

Posted on February 12, 2016 by

As a kid, I could not swallow pills. My mother had to pack them into food to get them down. I distinctly remember the acid taste of aspirin exploding on my tongue. And crying. Likely that’s a product of my … Continue reading →

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With thanks to dad in the long run

Posted on October 19, 2015 by

I’ve often related a story of how my running career actually got started in high school. As an eighth grader that previous fall, I’d won the local Punt, Pass & Kick competition in the town of Elburn, Illinois, advancing to … Continue reading →

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The view from the hospital

Posted on October 14, 2015 by

Ever since 2000, the year my father had his quintuple bypass surgery, followed by his stroke two years later, and the death of my mother in 2005, my life’s journey has involved visits to quite a few hospital beds. That’s … Continue reading →

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Caregiving is not a race, but it is a form of training

Posted on October 7, 2015 by

At seven in the morning on a July morning in the year 2002, the phone rang as I lay on our big couch in the living room. Our family had just returned from a trip to Glacier National Park and … Continue reading →

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From We Run and Ride to The Right Kind of Pride

Posted on August 8, 2014 by

By Christopher Cudworth Today’s blog represents the 555th blog post or so on this website. It goes without saying this is a labor of love, and your readership is appreciated. We Run and Ride started with a discussion with my friend … Continue reading →

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