In the midst of the battle in Tasmania, perhaps it's a good time to read a delightful positive story. I'm grateful to Irene Ogrizek for permission to repost her story:
I had to buy a hospital bed, a shower chair and an electronic lift, and I had to learn how to manipulate my mother’s body in a way that wouldn’t harm either of us. I had to hire a live-in caregiver — to allow me to go back to work — and had to orchestrate a bevy of caregivers to give our live-in time off over the weekends. Transporting my mother to the hospital for her bi-monthly check-up took more planning than I could ever have imagined.