For those who may not know it, November is National Family Caregiver Month. It is easily missed. It doesn’t have the hype of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There are no walks or galas to “celebrate” it. And, even though there are literally tens of millions of family caregivers in the US alone, very few publishers are going to feature an honest treatise on the subject because it’s hard to put a positive spin on it. Caregiving is difficult and absolutely heartbreaking at times; there really isn’t much of a feel-good angle to it. And only rarely is there a happy ending, so most stories are not going to generate many likes and shares.
I was a cancer caregiver, and I wrote this story about caregiving. And I was brutally honest (but not as much as I wanted to be). I’m grateful that The Mighty accepted the story and had the courage to run it.