gigantic changes
So my mother died on December 8th. She had been bedbound, very uncomfortable, and very unhappy for almost exactly a year. All in all things transpired (medical people really like the word "transitioned" right now) much better than I ever expected. She was moved to the hospital on Thanksgiving and because of covid couldn't have visitors, but staff got my father in for her last full day, so he was there for the end.
He moved in with my sister and her husband last week and that's going well so far. We have to deal with my parent's house full of stuff but there's really no rush. Due to covid and mail issues, all of the estate paperwork is taking at least twice as long as expected-- but once again-- no real deadlines.
My ex-- who has been a real godsend through this whole thing-- has been staying at their house and moving little things. He's happy because his house has really horrible heat and it's been so cold. And he's retired but enjoys feeling useful. And the rest of the family feels safer having someone there.
In the meantime I had a cancer scare. Two CT scans ago they thought I'd have to go back on chemo. I had a follow up CT scan this past Tuesday, and the part of the report I can see looked good.
Then yesterday my dr's nurse called and said we could just do a phone appt on Friday-- rather than coming in. Which my doctor NEVER allows. So I think it's going to be good. I hope.
I keep feeling like I need to tell my mom my cancer news.
Anyway-- more later.
He moved in with my sister and her husband last week and that's going well so far. We have to deal with my parent's house full of stuff but there's really no rush. Due to covid and mail issues, all of the estate paperwork is taking at least twice as long as expected-- but once again-- no real deadlines.
My ex-- who has been a real godsend through this whole thing-- has been staying at their house and moving little things. He's happy because his house has really horrible heat and it's been so cold. And he's retired but enjoys feeling useful. And the rest of the family feels safer having someone there.
In the meantime I had a cancer scare. Two CT scans ago they thought I'd have to go back on chemo. I had a follow up CT scan this past Tuesday, and the part of the report I can see looked good.
Then yesterday my dr's nurse called and said we could just do a phone appt on Friday-- rather than coming in. Which my doctor NEVER allows. So I think it's going to be good. I hope.
I keep feeling like I need to tell my mom my cancer news.
Anyway-- more later.