My college years weren’t characterized by wild sorority parties, study abroad opportunities, nor honor school retreats.

Instead, they were spent caring for my two-time cancer survivor, five-time hip replacement recipient grandmother suffering from late stage Alzheimer’s. Driving her to and from doctor’s appointments, preparing meals, distributing medication, and ensuring post-op physical therapy compliance dominated my collegiate experience.​

At the time, I was pretty sure I was the only millennial with caregiver responsibilities.

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