At the end of the tunnel?
I sure as hell hope so!! Life has thrown me some major curveballs lately.
Dad’s unexpected diagnosis which outcome is still to be determined after upcoming surgery. Mom becoming ever more discombobulated and now hallucinating things in her apartment. Forgetting to take her prescriptions. Step mother continuing to deteriorate rapidly from PSNP.
Kids are doing well, my youngest is pregnant with my third grand baby and is in her junior year at UO.
Thankful they are good listeners and as supportive as possible to me and my woes but I try not to rant too much because I even get tired of listening to me.
My optimism is at the lowest level. I haven’t felt this overwhelmed in many years. I know this will pass and I will learn and grow, but I keep waiting for the phone to ring, or get a message with more bad news. Waiting for the remaining shit to hit the fan.
The bright light in my day… my grandson who is pure joy and spent the evening with me last evening