Megha Jauhari
Some books are simply stories. Others stay with you long after you have turned the final page. This book belongs firmly in the second category. Written from the deeply personal experience of being surrounded by family members facing cancer and dementia, it is an honest, raw and incredibly moving account of what it means to spend years caring for the people you love while trying to somehow hold your own life together. What struck me most was how much can go wrong at the same time — and how little space there is for the person who is doing the caring. We talk endlessly about patients, treatments, hospitals and diagnoses, but there is surprisingly little support for the carers who are navigating all of this alongside them. They are expected to be strong, practical, available and endlessly resilient, often while quietly falling apart themselves. A deeply honest and important read — particularly for anyone who has ever been a carer, loved a carer, or simply wondered what happens to the person standing beside the patient.



