My father feel very sick just two days after he signed a sales contract to sell his house. With no other family, I was obliged to be with him as much as possible in the hospital - which was close by - while also preparing his 200 year old home for the transfer. It was a huge old home with decades of belongings and junk and was located two hours away. I was also working, had a family, and a chronic disease that sometime debilitated me. This went on long enough that my children began resenting me being away and even my infinitely understanding husband pointed out that I needed to spend more time with the family. One day I imagined myself, not dead, but in the hospital so I could be taken care of. I told my husband to hide my pain meds and tell the kids I was sick and to just give me medicine at the appointed hours. I checked out completely for a day.
Thank goodness it all worked out and my dad recovered after 5 months enough to live on his own for a year he enjoyed to the max before he passed away with me at his side at his new home. After his death, the disease I had got worse and was finally diagnosed. I will never completely recover and there's not cure. But given all of that, I guess I would not change a thing. Being there for my dad was a gift for both of us!