Last summer, my husband had a serious heart operation and was in the hospital for a week. While visiting him there, I marveled at the efficiency of the staff—doctors, nurses, attendants, food servers, custodians. Everyone so capable, courteous, upbeat.
Then Dick came home from the hospital and it was me. Just me, the primary caregiver.
“You’ll have to do everything,” a friend told me—and everything turned out to be more than I had imagined.