Long story made short. My mother came to live with us after knee and back surgery. She could no longer climb stairs or drive a car and my brother, who lived in her area, was about useless. That was eight years ago.
About a year ago, lost part of my left foot. It was followed by surgery after surgery, cast after cast, today things are touch and go down there. Doctor is talking to me about taking off part of the right. I manage, it is OK. In fact, the challenges have made my immediate family much closer. Thing is, my mother is now miserable because I just can no longer provide the care she needs.
Used to be, she would wake up on weekday mornings to omelets made with farm fresh eggs, home made cheese, fresh peppers and tomato. Now, I gotta take pain pills to make toast and coffee. So we are scoping out assisted living for her and I feel like utter shit.
It's the right thing right?
About a year ago, lost part of my left foot. It was followed by surgery after surgery, cast after cast, today things are touch and go down there. Doctor is talking to me about taking off part of the right. I manage, it is OK. In fact, the challenges have made my immediate family much closer. Thing is, my mother is now miserable because I just can no longer provide the care she needs.
Used to be, she would wake up on weekday mornings to omelets made with farm fresh eggs, home made cheese, fresh peppers and tomato. Now, I gotta take pain pills to make toast and coffee. So we are scoping out assisted living for her and I feel like utter shit.
It's the right thing right?