“Document each call,” he said.

“Ask for written confirmation.

Keep a complete file.” After everything that had happened, I no longer needed to be told twice.

Rachel worried that I would lose work while caring for her.

My supervisor rearranged schedules so I could handle paperwork in the mornings and make site visits when Joanne was available.

Friends delivered meals.

A neighbor shoveled leaves from the driveway.

People I had never spoken to beyond a wave offered rides to rehabilitation appointments.