I was lucky, in that I was eventually able to find the resources to place my parents in an assisted living facility. I still remember the sigh of relief when I got them moved—it felt like the first deep breath I’d taken in years. In assisted living, they are well looked after and cared for by a professional, compassionate staff. But, again, I was lucky. I was able to shift them to a caregiving arrangement that gave them security and gave me freedom to live my life. The majority of caregivers are not so fortunate. But hopefully, they’ve got a friend, sister or co-worker who understands what they’re going through, and offers to lend a helping hand.