The other day, I sat across from two ex-colleagues over coffee. We were talking about life. One of them had suffered a stroke at just 56. The other had been discharged after surgery, returning to a house that no longer worked for their new mobility needs. What struck me wasn’t the crisis. It was what came after. The awkwardness of bathing in a home without grab rails. The fear of slipping. The silence of not having a soul to call nearby. But also the courage to ask: “How can I make life work again?” This