One week
Well it's been a week of ups and downs to say the least. I have an interview this morning for another position in a new store that will be opening in the fall.
We had to bring Ma to a care facility a few days ago, the hospital seems to be more interested in shuffling people out then anything. The whole thing just sort of eats at me. The reason she is there is because she is in a state in which she needs 24 hour supervision and medical attention, we can't give that to her at home. There are a number of possibilities that are being looked into but sofar, this is the best route.
Ma will be in chemo while I am doing this interview thing. Gotta stay focused. I'll be sitting there for an hour talking about myself while Ma gets this drip, drip, drip.
ugh.
She's getting tired and from what I know that's normal. I already know that I am not going to be a very big fan of the other "normal" things I'm told to expect. Vomiting, loss of memory, bodily control, her tastes will change movement will become more and more difficult and eventually null and void, the list goes on. As of right now though, she is still hopeful and very much her same ole self.
It's hard to gage otherwise. Is the greater picture there? Does she know that the chemo is a kind of moot point or is there really hope in there? She has entrusted herself into the hands of God, and I think in that way she has accepted the outcome.
I'll see her today after my meeting. God it's hot out, muggy too. I hate that.
We had to bring Ma to a care facility a few days ago, the hospital seems to be more interested in shuffling people out then anything. The whole thing just sort of eats at me. The reason she is there is because she is in a state in which she needs 24 hour supervision and medical attention, we can't give that to her at home. There are a number of possibilities that are being looked into but sofar, this is the best route.
Ma will be in chemo while I am doing this interview thing. Gotta stay focused. I'll be sitting there for an hour talking about myself while Ma gets this drip, drip, drip.
ugh.
She's getting tired and from what I know that's normal. I already know that I am not going to be a very big fan of the other "normal" things I'm told to expect. Vomiting, loss of memory, bodily control, her tastes will change movement will become more and more difficult and eventually null and void, the list goes on. As of right now though, she is still hopeful and very much her same ole self.
It's hard to gage otherwise. Is the greater picture there? Does she know that the chemo is a kind of moot point or is there really hope in there? She has entrusted herself into the hands of God, and I think in that way she has accepted the outcome.
I'll see her today after my meeting. God it's hot out, muggy too. I hate that.