In the space of one year, I became caregiver for my dad, aunt and husband. It didn’t happen all at once. First, there was the phone call from Dad’s neighbor, letting me know Dad had fallen and been taken to the hospital by ambulance, Aunt going with him. I knew then that my life had changed, but I didn’t know how much.

Though Dad only came away with bumps and bruises, the real monster made itself known on that visit. Alzheimer’s.

The sudden shift in Hubby’s health meant that, when I needed him most, I didn’t have my partner to run interference or lend support.

Aunt or husband, who needed me more?

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