I am lucky to have 3 main caregivers. My youngest son Elijah was 14 when I was first diagnosed with cancer. After a bout with septic shock I awakened on the Oncology floor of our hospital and given my cancer diagnosis. After a month I returned home. As I was still largely bedridden my son learned how to prepare our meals, ride to the grocery with an adult friend, help me to shower, did our laundry and general house cleaning. I was eligible for a stem cell transplant when he was 15. At that time he pushed saline through the ports on my chest catheter and gave me stomach injections during the run-up.
Post stem cell my sister traveled to be with me to help in the recovery. She moved in and ran the household until I became able to function again. She contributes financially now when I need a little extra help. She and her husband help support Elijah now that he is in college as he has started his sophomore year.
His older brother, Caleb, my first born, was home on summer break this year during my relaspe. Over my strident objections he did not return for his senior year at college and has stayed home with me. As it turns out he has been invaluable to my recovery. I am taking an immunology med which is given through an IV every Monday (est. for 5-8 months). Without complaint he drives me and stays with me for the infusion. He grocery shops, meal preps, walks our dog, shops for household needs, and makes repairs around the house. I extracted a promise from him that he would return to school (He's a honors senior in a top 5 national school studying chemistry) As an aside to that he studies and researches all my meds for my immunology and chemotherapy teeatmentHe has been impressed as have I with the treatment protocol from my Oncology practice. It's best practices across the board.
I could go on but it's been my sons and sister who have given me great care for the past 5+ years.