I can totally relate. *hugs*
My MIL told me the other day, they were trying to have a birthday party for Jason's grandfather's birthday in the middle of September because he is going to be 75, but were trying to figure out where, so they could get Jason's chair and him there. Are you kidding me? In May, his doctor told us he had 4-6 months (ie: September - November) left. He is near death and they want to yank him out for his grandpa's birthday party? If you want Jason there, why not ask if you could have the party here, because last Sunday he didn't even want to go to church because his butt is in ALOT of pain and his low-air flow matress is more comfortable to him. I mean, he's in HOSPICE!
Some people, you just want to say, get a grip! Put your big girl panties on and grow a pair, because I don't have time to hold your hand through this. I already have enough on my platter, and babysitting you, your feelings, and needs ain't a priority of mine!
I had a pushy lady from the ALSA ask why we weren't going to be in the walk this September or at the Luau they were having, etc... I really can't believe some people.
Some lady called to remind us of an eye appointment for Jason. I told her we had to cancel it. She said, "You don't want to reschedule?" "Why?".... I could have lit the phone up and sent her into next week.
Today I had to call another newbie from our church to help me turn Jason and clean him up from a BM. He is a 70+ year old farmer that has a heart of gold, and at the end of it, seeing the twinkle in his eye of admiration, as he told me I was a real trooper, just totally blessed my heart.
I really couldn't have done this journey without my parents or our church family.
I just hate there aren't services out there that couldn't help with what we need and give our PALS the dignity they deserve in thier last days.
*hugs*
~ Becca