She’d experienced this before: she’d been a warrior when her father’s cancer had almost killed him and again, two years later, when her mother’s heart had nearly stopped. She’d managed the doctors, the driving, the medications; she could give an injection as smoothly as any nurse and could handle radiation drugs like a specialist. “You’re our rock,” everyone told her, but that reputation didn’t feel like a compliment anymore. It felt like neglect. She was juggling so much
