With the help of a social worker and medical professionals, we put together a plan. My work schedule changed, allowing me to be home more often. I found a trusted daycare provider for my son, ensuring he was in a safe and nurturing environment while I worked. My mother began a treatment plan, aiming to slow the progression of her condition and manage her symptoms.

The transition wasn’t easy, but it brought us closer as a family. My son, though young, showed compassion and understanding beyond his years. He learned to cherish the moments with his grandmother, even as her memory faded.