In my thirties, I was focused on my career, traveling, recently married, and beginning what I thought would be the rest of my life. But when my mom was first diagnosed with diabetes, all of that changed.
It didn’t happen overnight; instead, it was like a slow crawl to the brink of the mountain.
What started as periodically checking in and helping out with chores, soon felt like I had taken on another full time job. Today, we understand this to be caregiving, but at that time caregiving wasn’t really a term. Becoming a maid, chef, chauffeur, and gardener was simply what any child would do for their mom.