My grandmother, whom everyone called Mom, sat hunched in a kitchen chair, the lump on her back fr ...
My wife, Sandra, and I were caring for Florence, my mother-in-law. I was feeling helpless and fru ...
There was a wall between my father-in-law, Dale, and me. A former Army officer, Dale was used to ...
My mother, her body ravaged by pancreatic cancer, wanted to come home to die. Instead of a steril ...
Radiation hadn’t helped. Before the surgeon removed the cancer in Dad’s throat, the family st ...
My husband Jerry’s ability to communicate gradually diminished as his dementia progressed. It b ...
Because we lived so far apart, Mom and I only saw each other every few months. She had moved into ...
My husband, Ralph, panicked when he couldn’t catch his breath—one of the scarier features of ...
“No offense, Mom, but you used to be fun before you had MS,” declared my daughter Sophie when ...
“Why won’t she pick up?” All morning I had been calling Mom in the rehab center. Apparently ...
From the ledge next to the hospital room’s huge window, I could see Baltimore’s skyscape. The ...