I'm sure many folks here know how this goes, and have a lot of frustrations associated with living with your folks during treatment. Mine lived with me for part of my treatment, when I was unable to get around on my own. I did eventually improve enough that I could manage that stuff on my own, so my parents made their way back home.
Well, I find myself living with my parents now...again...and it has nothing to do with treatment. Which makes it even more frustrating, I think.
I finished grad school, and my wife got a new job in a new state. So we've relocated. Coincidentally, it's to Indiana, where I grew up. We own a home in Texas, and it's now been on the market for a year. We haven't been able to sell it. It's been difficult just to get bodies in the door. It's a beautiful home. Brand new construction when we bought it, and we did a lot of work outside to make it look nice. We kept it immaculately clean inside, which I think was a big reason I didn't have problems with infections while I was going through treatment.
My parents' house, OTOH, is a disaster, and it's driving my wife and I to insanity.
The house was built in the 60's, and my parents bought it in the early 90's, IIRC. It hadn't really been updated since then. Still had almost all of the original shag carpet, brown vinyl floors, the hideous appliances, everything. My parents started as soon as they moved in with fixing it up. Problem is, they stopped trying to fix it up in the mid 90's and haven't touched it since. They haven't even painted since then. It's falling apart and I'm losing it.
My wife and I are trying really hard to figure out how we can afford to move out without selling our house in Texas. We might be able to pull it off, as I just got a part time job and my wife got a relocation that's looking like it will translate into quite a promotion soon.