And now, this important update:
My mom has been diagnosed with COPD(Chronic Obtrusive Pulmonary Disease), meaning that she has a terminal lung disorder that will cause her to die of either one of two different types of bronchitis or emphysema. That's great.
So, I sat down with her, dug up (and read to her) all the information I could find about it. The most important thing that came from it, I feel, was the declaration that her prolonged survival (maybe 10-15 years at best) requires her to excercise. Every day. She doesn't have to do ridiculous amounts of physical activity, but she does have to work her respiratory muscles much harder than she is now. Which is to say, she's not. At all. My father, her ex-husband, even GAVE her an excercise bike which is more than adequate for the task of helping her get into better shape. She's had it almost two weeks and used it a total of 1 time, always citing how "i'm so tired", "my job is so hard", "i don't feel like it", "it's not up to me, find me a less stressful job and I will happily excercise...", etc, etc. Basically, it means she's too fucking lazy and apathetic about the fact that she's basically committing suicide by her inaction. I have explained that, in much nicer terms but clearly enough, to her, and yet the pity party continues.
I wonder if she will continue to feel sorry for herself when, in a handful of years, she is dying.
Unfortunately, I know the answer to that and it disgusts me.
So, I sat down with her, dug up (and read to her) all the information I could find about it. The most important thing that came from it, I feel, was the declaration that her prolonged survival (maybe 10-15 years at best) requires her to excercise. Every day. She doesn't have to do ridiculous amounts of physical activity, but she does have to work her respiratory muscles much harder than she is now. Which is to say, she's not. At all. My father, her ex-husband, even GAVE her an excercise bike which is more than adequate for the task of helping her get into better shape. She's had it almost two weeks and used it a total of 1 time, always citing how "i'm so tired", "my job is so hard", "i don't feel like it", "it's not up to me, find me a less stressful job and I will happily excercise...", etc, etc. Basically, it means she's too fucking lazy and apathetic about the fact that she's basically committing suicide by her inaction. I have explained that, in much nicer terms but clearly enough, to her, and yet the pity party continues.
I wonder if she will continue to feel sorry for herself when, in a handful of years, she is dying.
Unfortunately, I know the answer to that and it disgusts me.