Aunt Claire organized a meal schedule, and Uncle Victor offered to mow the lawn.
However, life slowly returned to normal for everyone except Grandma.
Appointments became inconvenient.
Treatments took too long.
Hospital visits interrupted weekend plans.
One by one, excuses replaced promises.
Without anyone saying it aloud, the responsibility quietly landed on me.
I never intended to become Grandma’s full-time support. It simply happened.
I drove her to appointments.
I sat beside her during chemotherapy.
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