That these hard times will end.
Four and a half months now we have been on this journey with my mom’s illness, where I am her primary carer outside the health officials. I go to all doc appointments with her, take her wherever she has to go and coordinates family visits. When she needs something, she contacts me. Yes, I alternate with my oldest daughter to visit her every other day, just to give me a bit of breathing space. For two months longer than my mom, I am caring for my husband, as he is not okay either. He’s in no way as ill as my mom, but cannot go anywhere without me taking him there as he is less mobile than he was before. We are working on that, but it’s a slow process. I believe these hard times will end, even though I want the hard times with my mom to go on for many months more, because I don’t want to lose her. It’s difficult. Difficult to be in a situation like this. I keep my head high, but at times it’s really difficult. I want to talk about it and then again I don’t want to talk about it, if that makes sense? I thought my work could take my mind of things, but then I started making mistakes at my work… or sat there staring at my screen not knowing what I have to do. My mind just went blank. Damn, I even sometimes sit here at home staring at my blogging screen, not remembering what I wanted to do. There must be light at the end of the tunnel, but I just don’t see it yet…
This was my answer in 2016.
~ Marie Rebelle