Growing up, my mom was the one who knew how to fix everything. So when she got sick, I didn’t know how to return the favor.
She didn’t want to be a “burden,” and I didn’t know how to say, “You’re not.”
It’s been a learning curve—balancing her needs with my own, letting go of guilt, and finding support in unexpected places.
We’re figuring it out together. Some days, we laugh more than we cry. And that’s enough.