About alexandra

There's a moment in caregiving when something quietly shifts. At first, they're just your patient. A name. A case. A routine. But one day you wake up, and they're not just someone you take care of. Why do I keep doing it : I still laugh with my patients. I still find light in the little moments. They still surprise me with jokes. They still pull affection straight out of my spine. They still teach me how to be human, patient, flawed, angry, grateful, hopeful. Somehow, those moments feed my soul just as much as they drain it. In the end, they give me as much as I give them. They teach me that caregiving is not a job. It's a relationship. A rhythm. A quiet, intimate bond built day by day.