I too “had” elderly parents to attend to and it seemed I was alone in that until I finally reached out to my step-siblings to re-enter their dad’s life. Then there was just mom who was 90 when I was my sickest. My siblings all lived either on the west coast or in the mid-west and one lived in Asia. When asked to help they all were not able. One had passed the previous year with multiple metastatic cancers, another just diagnosed with bladder cancer (which is now metastatic), my significant other had just gone through colon surgery, and then I was diagnosed with Carcinoid Cancer and went through surgery. Luckily one son stepped-up to the plate to help with mom. Less than four months post-surgery, while still trying to arrange meetings with Alzheimer’s agency reps for her future institutional care, mom passed away. I, as her executrix, was the one to settle her estate which included out-of-State property. We get through “the stuff” in life even at the worst times. For me, my reliance was on my God and his son Jesus to guide me. Though others I thought could help but failed to do so, my help came from unexpected sources when I sought that power higher than myself.