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Grandson is Nanna's Healthcare Aide

Grandson is Nanna's Healthcare Aide

Grandson, Michael, is his grandmother Elizabeth's home healthcare worker.

No longer able to live alone, fearing that she'd burn the house down with her in it, my grandmother refused to go to a nursing home. The beginning of the end for a self-sufficient and independent woman, who could blame her? With everything unfamiliar and nothing the same, no one wanted to leave the familiarity of their home, their friends, their neighborhoods, and be locked away and forgotten in a nursing home while living with strangers.

"They have roaches and rats," said my grandmother during one of her lucid moments. "My friends told me horror stories about nursing homes. They told me about the aides, who aren't even nurses, leaving you in your mess for a day or two. The people who work there are underpaid and overworked. They have too many patients to care for them all on their shifts," she said. "A nursing home is not where I want to go. I'd rather be dead," she said vehemently about not going to a nursing home.

With us all dreading going into a nursing home one day, not forcing her to go to a nursing home, no one disagreed with her. Unless we paid to place her in a high-end, assisted, living facility instead of a nursing home with nurses, a private room, and round the clock care with just the push of a button away, we couldn't afford it. The matriarch of our family, we all loved my grandmother. That's when my family put their heads together and ...

... tried to think of an alternative solution for Elizabeth's personal healthcare.

They asked me if I knew a female, LPN, a licensed, practical nurse, or a CNA, a certified nurse's assistant, who'd want to quit her job, live with my grandmother in her house, and work as her full-time, home healthcare aide. Only, it proved impossibly difficult to find someone who'd give up their life for a 24/7 job. Who would do that, especially if they had a husband and children? Everyone had their personal routines that didn't encompass spending their days and nights caring for my grandmother.

"I don't want a stranger living in my house," said Elizabeth overhearing our conversation in the living room and raising her voice to be heard from her bedroom. "I don't want someone going through my personal possessions and stealing my things."

That's when my family, thinking out of the box, offered me a job that I couldn't refuse. With me not married nor children, not even in a relationship, I was the one chosen. My family picked me to live with my grandmother and be her home healthcare aide.

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My name is Michael and I'm a registered nurse. Even though I'm a 26-year-old man, my family thought it best if I was my grandmother's home healthcare worker. I'll be washing her, dressing her, caring for her, cooking for her, cleaning for her, and running all of the errands for my sixty-seven-year-old grandmother, Elizabeth.

No longer able to care for herself, unable to live alone, she showed ...