Sometimes being a caretaker is harder than being a patient. This role is one of the absolute most critical components to being sick comfortably.

No – being sick is not comfortable. It’s hard. It’s almost unbearable at times. But it can become impossible without a solid support team.

The head pain, body pain, weakness, frailty, shortness of breath, chest tightness, dizziness, upset stomach, face pain, numbness and tingling – you feel like you’re dying. To be a caretaker and watch another person, especially your loved one, endure this type of suffering is heartbreaking. To be the one to stay strong and focused on helping get the patient a little relief – the next treatment, the next medicine, the next meal – it’s exhausting.

I met a man this week who is suffering so much. I see it in his face – he is at the end of his rope and is giving up hope minute by minute.

I understand. I think true absolute hardest part for him is that he has no one to care for him in his most difficult moments. 

My heart is hurting for him. I believe God isn’t done with him. I believe God has a purpose for him. I believe God will bring him through this horrible time of suffering and more than that, I believe God will use this suffering to His glory. My prayer today is that he feels Gods care.

Fear is a liar my friend.