The weekend.
Friday I came home very tired. The commute on the trains was 2 hours long because of the shuttles. I ended up helping a person up the stairs ...700 people crushing to get up the single stair case to the shuttles and the escalator and elevator were deliberately shut off. The person had a walker so I carried it up the stairs and acted as a blocker so they would not be pushed. I was grateful that were were there 20 minutes earlier than a shooting that took place. I can't imagine what I would have done with gunfire and a single exit.
Saturday I was domestic. I has happy that the local PBS channel had a day of cooking shows on so I had my usual background sounds. I went food shopping and made soup. Had to make Dad lunch and we did dinner together. I worked in the ceramic cellar. Then my aunt (Dad's sister) called and it was 2 hours...buy can she talk. She truly wants to help.
Sunday we were invited to a dinner with friends of the family and the cousins. Dad wanted to go to the cousins early to watch the football game. They were all bitchy and stressed because my aunt makes moaning noises when she sleeps and they find it distressing. There is nothing wrong with the aunt but old age/end of life things and the beginnings of dementia. I take issue with the yelling. I say I wake up so stressed I can and often do scream...but I am alone. I would never scream at my Dad. And if I screamed at my Mom she would have thrown something at me. The aunt did try to leave the house. She said she would get dressed and she did, fast, and then was outside. Oh boy.
Dinner was nice. The cousins did what they usually do...seat their mother and then sit no where near her. I don't mind. I just don't want to sit with their brother and wife... and they were not here. I sat with my Aunt and the family friend. We took turns helping my aunt as she chatted cheerily. She likes going out. The food was really really good. I shared a dessert with Dad.
Good news is that the cousin with cancer has gotten really good results. Since her cancer mutates her white blood cells there is really no cure, but she has really good numbers. She will just ave to take a chemo in a pill form probably for the rest of her life. She feels good and food taste good. She had a spark of life in her eyes. Her eyes have been flat and pained for just about a year. She has got the okay to go to work in January and just needs to be given the okay to drive.
Today is a holiday, but I had to go to the hospital with Dad for lung tests as part of his evaluation for the LVad pump. The tests were very interactive. He did well. We have 2 more appointments on Thursday. I need to email the cardiologist to check on his kidneys. I also want to know how many more tests there are before the evaluation.