My parents came over and they seemed relatively okay, although my mother was not comfortable about her chemotherapy. And not just because chemo does not make one comfortable in general!
She said as much herself:
“I am so ugly.” With reference to her hair loss (replaced by a very fine and realistic wig, by the way).… Read more
So we got on the X-mas train for my parents’ town, 4 hours away, and it wasn’t quite as filled as I feared, but it was no joyride either – with baby Jay and a bunch of other kids.
But after all the ruckus back home and in recent weeks, with the apartment renovation, spots of hours to work and then some free days to catch up on just cleaning up and clearing out … well, it felt good to go to my parents’ home, even if it’s a bit away.… Read more
Got to work a bit alone in the borrowed house no. 2, for existing clients, since Char and Jay were out to varies mum-baby activities. So another day of trying to balance everything, but at least it did not feel stressed. I even got time to think about my mum’s upcoming chemo.… Read more
After feeling emotionally in a hole these past days, there is a renewed sense of … some strength. I have had this feeling before that I should not take anything for granted about what is going to happen now.
Like I wrote:
Don’t take anything for granted.
Don’t take for granted that this is the time for my mother to die, and it’s going to be very sad and painful, and everything is going to fall apart.
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