Aging Parents
I got another one of those texts today. Mom is back in the hospital.
This is becoming the norm. This time it is her blood pressure. How much more can her heart take?! Last month it was pneumonia, now blood pressure. Then there are her lungs.
Apparently she spent the day in the emergency room. At 11:30 tonight she still had not been given a room, after being there since 1:00 this morning. This I have a very hard time understanding.
And if all of this is not enough, poor Daddy doesn't even remember that she went to the hospital. This breaks my heart.
Having your parents get old is not fun to watch. It is getting harder and harder as the days pass by. Being 5 hours away is sometimes a blessing, but mostly it bothers me that I am not there to help them and my sisters. I go back and forth between guilt and heartbreak. I know I need to make more of an effort to go see them more often, but I can usually find a reason not to go. Now that I have so much free time on my hands, I could go more. Actually, I should go more! Every time I find an excuse not to go, I remind myself that they are not going to be around much longer the way their health is deteriorating so rapidly. I dread the day when the option of whether to go see them or not is taken away.
This is becoming the norm. This time it is her blood pressure. How much more can her heart take?! Last month it was pneumonia, now blood pressure. Then there are her lungs.
Apparently she spent the day in the emergency room. At 11:30 tonight she still had not been given a room, after being there since 1:00 this morning. This I have a very hard time understanding.
And if all of this is not enough, poor Daddy doesn't even remember that she went to the hospital. This breaks my heart.
Having your parents get old is not fun to watch. It is getting harder and harder as the days pass by. Being 5 hours away is sometimes a blessing, but mostly it bothers me that I am not there to help them and my sisters. I go back and forth between guilt and heartbreak. I know I need to make more of an effort to go see them more often, but I can usually find a reason not to go. Now that I have so much free time on my hands, I could go more. Actually, I should go more! Every time I find an excuse not to go, I remind myself that they are not going to be around much longer the way their health is deteriorating so rapidly. I dread the day when the option of whether to go see them or not is taken away.
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