Maybe it started with a phone call that didn't quite make sense—your parent repeating a story they'd told you twenty minutes earlier, or forgetting the name of a restaurant they've gone to for decades. These small moments can feel easy to brush aside, but they can also be the first whisper of something bigger.
The disagreement didn't erupt overnight. It's been simmering for weeks, maybe months, in half-finished conversations and carefully worded texts. One sibling insists your parent is managing just fine at home in Cooper City. Another thinks assisted living should have happened six months ago. And you're somewhere in the middle, exhausted from trying to keep the peace while also being the one who schedules the doctor's appointments, notices the missed medications, and lies awake at night worrying.
It might not be the medications themselves that worry you. It's the system, or lack of one, your parent uses to keep track of them all.