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Michelle Pfeiffer

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Johns Hopkins Homewood

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Amanda Seyfried

My parents worked a lot when I was growing up, so I had several caregivers and babysitters all throughout my childhood and adolescence. Each of them had their own insight, wisdom and stories to tell me and teach me. My first full-time caregiver actually was my live-in nanny who began working for me and my family when I was four years old. Mickey was from Okinawa, Japan. She was blind in one eye. For as long as I can remember, she was always there. She was there when I came home from school, she was there to wake me up, get me dressed and make me food. Since she was a native of Japan, she made a lot of Japanese food. I became a sushi aficionado by the tender age of eight. In addition to a love of sushi, I also learned Japanese words and songs from Mickey. She lived with me and my family for seven years until I was eleven years old until she moved back home (only 15 minutes away) to live with her daughter and son-in-law. They never had any children, so Mickey considered me her granddaughter. Even when I got older and she didn’t live in the house anymore, I remember that she was always there. To her, I would always be her little girl and though she was proud of me when I graduated from high school and left for UC Berkeley, I don’t think she understood the enormity of it. But she was always proud of me and wanted me to do well. A little less than a year ago, I found out through my Mom that Mickey had pancreatic cancer. I was so shocked by this news that I didn’t even know how to react. When I went home to Southern California, I spent time with her before she passed away. It was the last Christmas and also my last birthday that I ever celebrated with her, but I’ll never forget her and the tremendous influence she had in my life growing up. She passed away on December 29th, 2009, but the memories of our time together are forever engrained in my memory.
After Mickey stopped working for me, I had another caregiver named Rhonda from about 8th grade until 12th grade. Just before meeting Rhonda, I’d been doing personal training with a trainer named Doug who taught me various adapted physical exercises. Rhonda and Doug are boyfriend and girlfriend. They also both have disabilities with Doug being blind from a retina condition and Rhonda, having had a stroke many years ago, is now a hemiplegic. Despite this, I’m convinced they are perfect for each other and I greatly admire everything they have put into their relationship over the last several years since I’ve gotten to know them. It’s the simple things about life and living that Rhonda has taught me. We’ve been able to share our stories as they come in various forms of triumph and tribulation, the commonality of having a disability tying it all together. Most importantly, what I’ve learned from Rhonda (and Doug as well) is to never give up on whatever you strive to accomplish. I consider both of them good friends who’ve looked beyond the circumstances of their disabilities and just live life how they want to. I enjoy being in their company when they take me out for my birthday or one of their birthdays or “just because.” My relationship with Rhonda has transcended beyond that of business-like and professional caretaker relationship to that of caregiver, friend and a person who I can look up to as a young woman with a physical disability.
When I had to have scoliosis surgery to fix the 90 degree curvature of my spine in September 2006, I had three wonderful caregivers helping me during this time. Rachel, Joan and Susan all took turns helping with my hygienic routines and other various personal tasks when my parents were at work. I learned a great deal from each of them and I believe that they all had their own way of contributing to my recovery and I’m so glad to have gotten to know them over the years. Rachel was a nursing student at the community college which I would later attend and receive my Associate’s degree. My mom put some ads up through the college and Rachel was one of the first to take the call. I had a good feeling upon meeting her and my family needed all the help they could get with taking care of me. To this day, I still keep in touch with Rachel and I’m amazed and intrigued by how our relationship has grown and changed. Rachel is a quick learner with a big heart, an outgoing person who’s always willing to help others. She’s taught me a lot about life and growing up, but in different ways than Rhonda has. Since I don’t have any siblings, I look up to her as a big sister. She used to straighten my hair and we would spend many hours talking about boys, television shows and what we’ve learned thus far from our experiences growing up. Though she is now married and has moved out of state, I still treasure our friendship and remember how it grew from something she thought would only be a job.
Susan is a neighbor who lives down the street from my home in Southern California. I enjoyed getting to know Susan because it was one of the first times I got the chance to know a neighbor pretty well. I especially enjoyed when she would bring her springer spaniel over to visit.
Another caregiver I had during the time of my surgery was Joan. At the time, Joan was in her seventies and I met her through a friend of the family. Before Joan started working for me, her husband passed away. She’d spent many years taking care of him until he died, so the idea of caregiving for me was not new to her. She’s extremely brilliant and always had a new story to tell me every time she came over. She’s also very active within her community, likes to be involved with everything and takes advantage of every opportunity. We had a really interesting and unique friendship and I was able to learn some valuable life lessons from her myriad of experiences. Though my scoliosis surgery was a trying and challenging time for me and my family, I truly believe I would not be where I am today without the support and encouragement of these people who were a part of my life on a daily or weekly basis.
When I returned to UC Berkeley in Fall 2008, I had to hire a bunch of new caregivers to help me with my daily routines. Even though some of them don’t help me anymore, I still try and keep in touch with as many of them as I can.
As of right now, I have three wonderful caregivers. Without them, I would not be able to get ready for classes or meetings every day. Since we’re all college students, we share our hopes and dreams for the future, our mutual stress over midterms, projects and finals and what classes we’ll be choosing the following semester. Sometimes we just get together to have coffee or TV show marathons, but each and every one of them has impacted my life in ways I would not have thought possible years earlier.

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