But guilt is a deft navigator. It finds an alternate route to menace me. It approaches via my love-of-family portal. The spillover effect that terminal illness has on family members is painful, often chronic, and it can be debilitating. Family members who see me regularly have been forced into a caregiving capacity, their lives indefinitely limited on account of my handicap. Those living remotely fret about me, much like concerned folks awaiting news of a stay-of-execution. Either way, my uncharacteristic survival imposes a mounting burden on the people I love the most. That is an inescapable reality.
— Read on alsnewstoday.com/2020/02/19/anniversary-diagnosis-survivors-guilt-terminal-illness-caregivers/