Friday, August 22, 2014
My kid sister died June 12. She was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer in March and opted to not take the chemo. She got hospice and they did a good job of minimizing pain.
Now I am trying to sell her house. The stale cigarette smoke is a detraction and what was the perfect house for her hasn't yet found the perfect buyer. Meanwhile, I am trying to dispose of her belongings. Some to charities, some to relative's yard sale, and I am planning on manning a booth at a flea market for her antiques.
So, Mom shut down when she learned her baby (age 62) had cancer. She stopped functioning to the point that she lost muscle strength and needed more help than I could give her, even after retro-fitting the bathroom with special tub and grab bars. So she is now in a nursing home in a nearby town and I try to visit every day. One day I couldn't because I was at the doctor with/for my husband most of the day. He will be getting a pacemaker next month. Today, I am trying to catch the dog to give her a bath before her vet appointment this afternoon. I also need to fit in a long walk for the dog before the appointment so I can get a fresh BM sample for examination. So this will be the second day I miss visiting Mom.
It's more tiring than a job because there are no days off. But, eventually the house will be sold, the other belongings taken care of, estate settled, routine established and I won't be single handedly supporting the ice cream industry. At least, with the dog walks and not eating while driving, my weight is staying pretty stable.
So THAT is where I have been the last few months.