Tuesday, March 24, 2015
I was going to write a trivial, self-indulgent blog about my first day on the first phase of re-feeding, and eating my first piece of fruit in four months - the banana was delish! - until I received two disturbing emails.
One email was from a work colleague to let me know that another work colleague was robbed today - two men broke into his apartment when he was there and took his valuables. I am so glad he was not seriously hurt. He must have been terrified.
And the second email was from my sister, telling me that my mother had felt faint and nearly fell again today, and is stubbornly refusing to let my sister accompany her to her next doctor's visit so that she can learn what's wrong and make sure that our mother is getting appropriate treatment. My mother said she's ready for her time to end and that we should not worry that something may be wrong or may happen to her. Which - is a little terrifying to both my sister and myself.
So tonight life feels a little more precarious than usual. I'm sitting here trying to think of how I can help my colleague and my mother tomorrow. There's probably nothing I can do other than offer a patient ear and shoulder, but I wish there were more.