So, as you know if you have been reading along that Dad had his kidney removed recently due to more cancer. He came home about 2 weeks ago and has been recovering wonderfully. Ever since that time, Mom has been really sick. Stomach ache, followed by some other things. I begged her to go to the doctor, my sister did the same thing. Let me back up…
I call my mom everyday at 2:30pm during the week to check in with her. Everyday for the past two weeks I would end up waking her up as she was in bed. I would ask her to please go to the doctor. “I don’t want to” blah blah blah… One day I didn’t call and hours later I get this call from her laying on a guilt trip that she thought I was sick. Kinda funny… Long story short, Mom is now in the hospital with what they think might be Liver cancer. I can’t even believe it.
Quick recap, mostly for me:
- June 2008 – Joyce breaks leg, surgery for plate and pins.
- August 2008 – Joyce finds out she needs her leg amputated as I find Jerry Sr. unconscious in the shower. He had a massive stroke and died 4 days later.
- January 2009 – Dad has his bladder, prostate, appendix removed due to cancer.
- July 2009 – Dad goes into septic shock because of a bowel blockage. Survives after they push his recurring hernia into place and correct the blockage.
- September 2009 -December 2009 – Joyce in and out of hospital due to Congestive Heart Failure (CHF) and other various illnesses.
- December 2009 – Joyce dies after several boughts of CHF during the Fall. (and I believe a broken heart)
- January 2010 – Dad, back in hospital. Kidneys full of cancer. Right kidney removed. He’s home for about 2 weeks and…
- February 2010 – Mom in hospital with what the doctors think might be cancer. Will know more later.
Listing it like this really doesn’t show the many hours of trying to figure out how to care for our parents though. I know this isn’t unusually, that all families go through this. I guess I’m just trying to put it all into perspective. That’s why I blog. Documentation so that I can remember things and a cathartic outlet for my frustrations and insecurities.
Work is…good. I love what I do. I often get frustrated with the kids. They are lazy at times. They get frustrated with me as I try to ween them from a co-dependant relationship with their interpreters. By high school I believe they need to start being responsible themselves. Maybe my standards are too high for them. *shrug* They might not always like me but I do it out of love and hope for them. I think this is my mantra for work: It’s not my job to be liked. It’s my job to interpret the information accurately, clearly, and with the proper affect.They aren’t always going to have an interpreter with them out in the real world. The interpreter isn’t going to do their report at their job, isn’t going to help stack boxes of things in a stock room, etc. I can’t imagine what that feels like. Maybe I need to go to a foreign country and try to survive not speaking their language. Hey…that actually sounds almost like a vacation. Heh