It’s hard to try and live a normal life when a loved one is gripped by so much fear.
My mother is currently residing in this hellish limbo…waiting until next week for her second CAT scan, Doctor appointments…hoping that there is no further bad news.
I’m trying to go on with life on this end…going to the movies, seeing people over my holidays…but it all seems like a strange dream. As if I’m going through the motions…motions that seem paper thin and ridiculous compared to what’s happening to my family.
And it’s always sitting at the back of my mind…crouched like a spider in its web…the negatives…the what-if’s I don’t want to think about…
The shit factor of my life remains high.
