Lacking the courage to vent my anger and frustration by hurling plates at a wall, I decided instead to write a weekly blog and save my china. Now, 75 weeks later since that first angry outpouring, it's clear the tone of my writing has changed...become calmer. Can it be I'm more contended now that I've better accepted my caregiving role?Trapped in a confusing maze of emotional and physical challenges, caregiving, like my husband's Parkinson's Disease, is a retirement neither of us planned. Hell, though it is, the intention of exposing our personal journey to the public eye is to show other desperate caregivers and their partners we perhaps all of us share many same struggles. David is surviving. I am too, somehow without losing my sanity. And best of all David still loves me and I love him.