The turn around in my father's health in the last year has been nothing short of miraculous. In large part, that's because of the group home where he lives, which has given him top-notch care and enabling him to get back on his feet. I am incredibly passionate about sharing this story, and am thrilled to share it with the far-reaching audience at Vice.
"You father is all set to be released tomorrow," the social worker said, her voice cheery, as if this were good news.
And yet, as I heard those words, I was overcome with nausea. I sat in the May sunshine outside my New Hampshire home, pulling on new blades of grass, focusing on the small physical details of the lawn as I tried to maintain my composure. I lived out of state with an infant, and was unable to take my father in for both practical reasons (he would lose his Massachusetts state-sponsored medical insurance) and personal ones (I couldn't care for an ill father and an infant at once). My three siblings, all in their teens and early 20s, were just starting their lives—living abroad, launching a business, and going to college. None of us were equipped to handle our father's needs.
In that moment, my biggest worry—that my father was going to die—was replaced with a new, more pressing concern: Where would he live if he survived?
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