Twenty years ago, I made a deathbed promise to my father who was suffering from prostate cancer. I told him I would look after mother until her dying day and I could see that was a great weight off his mind. I’ve been a caregiver to my 92-year-old mother, Doris, who has rheumatoid arthritis and is mostly confined to a wheelchair, ever since. Although I have my own responsibilities and relationships to maintain outside of caregiving, I live with my mother so that she can stay in the home she’s lived in for 63 years. Moving her into a seniors’ home is out of the question, I don’t think she could bear it to live elsewhere, and I want her to be happy.