Wellness for Caregivers
by William Penzer, PhD
Let me be blunt. I am seventy-three-and-a-half years old. In 2005, when my 31-year-old daughter was diagnosed with breast cancer, I came undone. I was flooded with stress and anxiety for the better part of a year. The aftershocks lasted a couple more. And I am a skilled psychologist who is used to helping people through difficult journeys. It was undeniably the very worst experience of my life.
Every hour, on the hour, a cacophony of chimes swells throughout our three-level home. A grand- father clock in the living room chimes Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy.” The golden face of a Rhythm clock gracefully opens up as it fills the dining room with the melody of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge Over Troubled Water.”