When Elizabeth’s doctor told her the cancer had spread beyond treatment, she had one clear wish: “I want to be home. Not in a hospital. Not in a facility. Home,
For three years, Michelle managed her mother’s care alone. She visited twice daily—morning to help with breakfast, medications, and dressing, then evening for dinner, more medications, and getting her mother
David used to joke that his mom got more snow days than Calgary school kids.Every winter, as the sidewalks turned icy and the wind picked up, 82-year-old Maria would say
When Margaret moved into her little bungalow in northwest Calgary after her husband died, everyone told her how “lucky” she was: a safe neighbourhood, a cozy home, friendly neighbours. But
When James visited his 79-year-old mother in Calgary, he noticed something alarming. On her kitchen counter sat seven prescription bottles, three over-the-counter medications, and a handful of supplements. Some bottles
For forty years, Christmas happened at Linda’s parents’ house. Forty people—children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren—would gather for a chaotic, loud, warm celebration that defined the season for three generations. This year was
David had been caring for his mother with Parkinson’s disease for four years. He managed her medications, helped with bathing and dressing, prepared all her meals, and stayed alert through
Helen had lived in her Brentwood bungalow for 43 years. She raised three children there, planted every tree in her garden, and knew every neighbor on her street. When her
When Thomas noticed his 79-year-old wife Mary repeating the same questions within minutes, he dismissed it as normal aging. When she got lost driving to their daughter’s house—a route she’d
Jennifer had been caring for her father with Parkinson’s disease for three years without a single day off. She managed his medications, helped with personal care, prepared special meals, and
