Mom went to the doc today. Let me preclude that with, she had my dad drive her. Why? She shouldn’t be driving, but has been anyway. So they did some scans, and found that the radiation did kill one tumor on her brain, one about the size of a quarter remains. She four more sessions of radiation are planned. Her hair will fall out within three weeks of it.
So she sends Sara upstairs to get my keys, because she has to go out. I don’t want her driving my car, and I couldn’t find my keys anyway. She comes up to help find my keys. Fucking hell, she finds them. I told her if she wrecks my car she is paying off the loan and buying me a new one (our van is exactly 12 payments in).
So she’s out in my car. Ok. She is insane anyway, this cancer on her brain isn’t helping. She tripped over her own shit downstairs, screamed about it, blamed it on everyone but herself. Par for the course. So I ask if I can get her anything, and she says a new knee, a new back. I said I can’t do that, can I do anything else? She says to go wipe my sons ass, and starts mumbling how she can’t even use her own bathroom. So I pick him up and bring him upstairs to use my dads toilet (we need to snake ours).
She is maddening. I can’t wait to move. Days like this confirm it. I was going to stick around and wait her out, but if this is how it’s going to be, the rest of them can deal with it. I moved out over 5 years ago, and wound up back here. Well fuck them. I have my own life to live, and I’ve put it on hold for too long.
