Why is it that at christmas or around there your problems seem to multiply or become greater. I am dealing with a few serious things right now and I don't feel I have anyone to talk to.
I just called my frienLaura she has been living with a brain tumour since before I ever knew her. She has had 5 or 6 operations on her brain to remove the tumour, and of course it comes back every time. When I called this evening I was suprised to hear her fathers voice on the other end of the phone. He had been recovering from Cancer treatment at home in Newfoundland and hadn't been to Laura's all year. But there he was in Ottawa. I sould have suspected somthing right then. I spoke to Laura for a few minutes and burst into tears when I got off the phone. She was having a hard time she could barely string two words together and was getting frustrated. She dosn't like to be treated "differently" and was trying her damdest to have a real conversation but every word was a struggle. We spoke for about a half hour and I told her I would be in the city to visit her next weekend. She has Doctors apointments all week to determine if they will preform another surgery soon. I wanted to start out the door to drive the 1.5 hours to see her right now but my mom made me stop. I just don't want to never see her again and I am so scared that tonight will be the last time I ever talk to her.
My Brither for the past few days has been complaining of cramping in his arm. He's a long haul truck driver and i thought maybe he just sprailed somthing while lowering the 5th wheel. This mnorning he worke up and his arm is black and blue and swolen. He drives into emergency and they do some tests They thought it might be blood poisoning because of a deep scratch he has on his forearm but later discovered he has a blod clot in his bicep. They imediately put his on blood thiners and he has an apointment for a few more tests tomorow to see exactly where the clot is. If her throws it it could go to his heart very quickly. My Dad was hospitalized for Blod clots when I was a teenager but his were in one of his legs. It scared the hell out of me then and it scares the hell out of me now.
My grandfather has been in and out of the hospital all week with pain, his cathiter keeps cloging and the stress it is causeing on him and my grandmother it terrible I am hoping to stay with them a few days this week to give them a bit of a break. My grandmother is like the energizer bunny but she isn't going to last at this rate and I think it would kill her to have grandpa in the hospital again this christmas. I go to their house every lunch time to have my lunch and do the dishes, somtimes even get dinner ready for them. I would do more but grandma won't let me.
I fell as thought I am being torn in all different directions and can't even think of what my next move should be. Some days I just get so frantic I can't sleep and in turn get overwhelmed.
I am one of those people who wants to make everyone all better and fix all the problems and when I can't I feel useless. I don't know what to do.
I just called my frienLaura she has been living with a brain tumour since before I ever knew her. She has had 5 or 6 operations on her brain to remove the tumour, and of course it comes back every time. When I called this evening I was suprised to hear her fathers voice on the other end of the phone. He had been recovering from Cancer treatment at home in Newfoundland and hadn't been to Laura's all year. But there he was in Ottawa. I sould have suspected somthing right then. I spoke to Laura for a few minutes and burst into tears when I got off the phone. She was having a hard time she could barely string two words together and was getting frustrated. She dosn't like to be treated "differently" and was trying her damdest to have a real conversation but every word was a struggle. We spoke for about a half hour and I told her I would be in the city to visit her next weekend. She has Doctors apointments all week to determine if they will preform another surgery soon. I wanted to start out the door to drive the 1.5 hours to see her right now but my mom made me stop. I just don't want to never see her again and I am so scared that tonight will be the last time I ever talk to her.
My Brither for the past few days has been complaining of cramping in his arm. He's a long haul truck driver and i thought maybe he just sprailed somthing while lowering the 5th wheel. This mnorning he worke up and his arm is black and blue and swolen. He drives into emergency and they do some tests They thought it might be blood poisoning because of a deep scratch he has on his forearm but later discovered he has a blod clot in his bicep. They imediately put his on blood thiners and he has an apointment for a few more tests tomorow to see exactly where the clot is. If her throws it it could go to his heart very quickly. My Dad was hospitalized for Blod clots when I was a teenager but his were in one of his legs. It scared the hell out of me then and it scares the hell out of me now.
My grandfather has been in and out of the hospital all week with pain, his cathiter keeps cloging and the stress it is causeing on him and my grandmother it terrible I am hoping to stay with them a few days this week to give them a bit of a break. My grandmother is like the energizer bunny but she isn't going to last at this rate and I think it would kill her to have grandpa in the hospital again this christmas. I go to their house every lunch time to have my lunch and do the dishes, somtimes even get dinner ready for them. I would do more but grandma won't let me.
I fell as thought I am being torn in all different directions and can't even think of what my next move should be. Some days I just get so frantic I can't sleep and in turn get overwhelmed.
I am one of those people who wants to make everyone all better and fix all the problems and when I can't I feel useless. I don't know what to do.
