Does this mean my Mom can't try to be well? Aren't we all terminal? I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. Usually when Hospice is suggested, it means the patient has less than six months to live. But, how can I live like this? I can't make plans. I am afraid to move forward.
Yesterday I had the blues, because I miss my lunches over by Mom next to my workplace. It's not the food, although Mom was an awesome cook, but just being there and watching "Days of Our Lives" together.
I miss the kiss goodbye and the dog barking at me.
I can no longer park facing Mom's apartment building.
I work with her doctor and want him to make her better.
It's 4am and I can't sleep again. I have to work today.
Mom can accept her impending fate, why can't I?