Say I was divorced, or living alone, or had no children. This disease—what I’m going through—would be so much harder. . . . Sure, people would come visit, friends, associates, but it’s not the same as having someone who will not leave. It’s not the same as having someone whom you know has an eye on you. . . . This is part of what a family is about, not just love, but letting others know there’s someone who is watching out for them. It’s what I missed so much when my mother died. . . . Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame.