KatBee
Member
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2015
- Messages
- 19
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 10/2013
- Country
- CA
- State
- Ontario
- City
- Ottawa
Two major things making life extra hard:
1. My mom never thinks she is going to live past the next two weeks. Months ago she won support from her entire health team for her plan to stop eating and drinking, and was going to in October, but since then has kept moving the date up by slight increments. I don't want to lose her, and I hate that her options have come down to this choice, but it's agony living constantly with the feeling that your loved one only has two weeks to live, constantly, all the time. I've tried to talk to her about it, but each time she maintains that the new deadline is the real one.
2. I'm going nuts not having my own space. I left my apartment (and husband) in BC to come to Ontario to care for my mom. I live at my dad's (they're divorced) since my mom lives in a bachelor apartment. I feel like I'm always being watched by one or the other of them. My husband was just here for a visit, and we splurged on hotel for two nights and it WAS SO GREAT. We still spent days with my mom but had own own place to go back to. I could even have a crying fit in private at the hotel -- recently I've done all my crying in public, since I don't want to have a meltdown at mom's or dad's.
Just throwing these thoughts into the universe -- feeling grateful for a listening community out there.
1. My mom never thinks she is going to live past the next two weeks. Months ago she won support from her entire health team for her plan to stop eating and drinking, and was going to in October, but since then has kept moving the date up by slight increments. I don't want to lose her, and I hate that her options have come down to this choice, but it's agony living constantly with the feeling that your loved one only has two weeks to live, constantly, all the time. I've tried to talk to her about it, but each time she maintains that the new deadline is the real one.
2. I'm going nuts not having my own space. I left my apartment (and husband) in BC to come to Ontario to care for my mom. I live at my dad's (they're divorced) since my mom lives in a bachelor apartment. I feel like I'm always being watched by one or the other of them. My husband was just here for a visit, and we splurged on hotel for two nights and it WAS SO GREAT. We still spent days with my mom but had own own place to go back to. I could even have a crying fit in private at the hotel -- recently I've done all my crying in public, since I don't want to have a meltdown at mom's or dad's.
Just throwing these thoughts into the universe -- feeling grateful for a listening community out there.