Letting EVERYONE do more — 2 months ago
With the total disaster that the bleo-lung pneumonitis has turned into, I’ve had to accept help all over the place. From my father, even when he was misguided and didn’t handle it well. From my grandmother, who basically accepted me as a roommate a month ago, to continue indefinitely. From my sister, who gives things up to spend time with me, then acts miffed about it, but probably isn’t really. And even more from Mom, who does everything from lift my oxygen tank in and out of the car to drive me two hours one way to doctor’s appointments and back just so I can be in a less stressful home. And of course, since I’m not home at all, I’ve left all the house responsibilities to Donald, and he’s doing surprisingly well keeping it up.
One thing’s for sure: cancer is a lesson on what truly matters on so damn many levels. I really get the point, okay? I do! When it rains, kids, it pours.
