When my mother developed dementia, my siblings immediately suggested placing her in a nursing home. They argued that she no longer recognized us and that caring for her would consume my life. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her with strangers, so I moved her into my home and became her full-time caregiver.
The years that followed were difficult. I reduced my working hours, eventually lost my job, and spent most of my savings on medication, equipment, and household expenses. My siblings rarely visited, yet I never regretted staying beside her. Even when she forgot my name, she still relaxed whenever I held her hand.
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