There are moments in life that divide everything into a before and an after.
For me, one of those moments began with a phone call about my father.
At the time, I was newly married and pursuing a path toward medicine. I had completed much of the coursework and training that I thought would determine the direction of my professional life. Then my father needed help, and what we initially believed would be a relatively short period of assistance became nearly three years of around-the-clock caregiving through seven major surgeries.