So It Continues

Life doesn’t always act the way we think it should. I blame Hollyweird and all the myths about life, relationships and living that it has built up. The Brothers Grimm and Hans Christen Anderson were very very brutally honest about life’s inequities, and yet somehow the stories have been turned into froo-froo bullshit. Child protective services in this country would have a field day with Cinderilla’s step mother, and PETA would go nuts about the abuse of animals for human greed!
But I jest.
It’s good to find out that my quirky sense of humour is more or less intact. There are days when I feel like the world is closing in around me and I can do nothing to stop it.
Mary’s condition is drastically changing, so much so that the oncologist urged Dad to get Hospice involved NOW. That sort of shook him I think. The pain med patch they had spoken of though won’t work on Mary, because she’s down to skin and bones- less than 85 lbs, and refusing to eat most of the time. Hopefully the liquid meds will help some , if she can be made to take them.
And my brother’s cancer is early early stages. He has chosen to go with a form of radiation treatment that has fewer potential side effects, and better recovery time. His lust for life is still high, and that is good. Attitude can make a great deal of difference in the battle.

Dad’s doing okay, though finally admitting that this is tougher than he first thought. no one should be expected to raise a child alone, nor care for the elderly/dying alone. Both are emotionally and physically draining, to the point of losing one’s self. I know it well.

Speaking of which, I am off to go help him get away for a bit. It‘s about all he lets folks do , but he’s getting better at that since Mary tires out very swiftly these days. He knows he has to have time to get things done.