'Tis a roller coaster. She was raised to never "complain," so she won't tell the doctors when she's in pain. She also never ate three meals a day. Her recovery depends on it. Demanding that she do so is "criticism."I think she's grieving and possibly depressed. I suggest looking into some mental health treatment.
Hope she feels better.
What Dad did was force us to choose which parent save, and what Mom is doing is forcing us to choose between her and us. Once was enough. She wants to come home and play her not-gonna-eat games in front of us, so we can lose another decade off our lives.
We don't think we're obligated to let both parents kill themselves in front of us, so when she comes home, she gets a week of games, and then it's back into the nursing home and from there the hospice and then the casket.
Tim and I are good sons. We gave it our all. Both parents wanted to live but on fantasy terms. Explaining to them that they needed chemo, food, sleep, etc., made them angry, because were were "criticizing" them.
But I have Stephen Crane to guide me.
Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Ay, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he prevail?"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His grandfathers beat them many times."
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers--
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.
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