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Hard to take

This has been a difficult week in many ways. It is difficult enough for you to manage work, a parent in hospital and ordinary life. Without having to consider some of the realities I do.

Mum ended up in hospital after spending a night and most of a day on the floor. Having fallen over, for some reason she was unable to get up. The busy lives of her children meant that none of us called until she had already been there for far too long. That is difficult to come to terms with. 
For several days she appeared to be recovering from the (as we thought) resulting pneumonia. Only to discover yesterday that actually the pneumonia and fall may have been a symptom for something far worse.
Losing one parent to Cancer is hard to take. But it seems that mum might have the disease too.
Meanwhile I juggle work and caring responsibilities with the life I desire and need. Damn there is barely enough time in a day to put in a day’s work, let alone anything else. Luckily the hospital is close, but that can be a double edged sword when it comes to family.
I long for my day off from caring on Saturday, so Master and I can go out. I feel excited and guilty at the same time!
I never asked for life to be easy, but this really is hard to take!

6 thoughts on “Hard to take”

  1. Oh Julie, it does seem to just keep raining on you these days, doesn't it?

    I'm sorry to hear that your mom isn't doing well. Hang in there.

  2. We are called the sandwiched generation. Sandwiched between parents and kids. I spent a year helping mom care for my dad as he died of pancreatic cancer and then 15 years later watching my mom die from Alzheimer's and old age. I was working in NY when mom was dying in Los Anfekes do every three months I flew west. Spent every vacation for those years with my mom giving my siblings a break from the daily visits to the assisted lighting facility. I was fortunate in that my children were grown and I had the money to be able to do it. But it was wearing. It took fully six months before I could mourn for my mama. I was exhausted.

    But I wouldn't change a thing. I still miss both my parents every day.

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