After that last post, I had the opportunity to go and see some of the family I have been missing so dearly.
My step-father's brother was diagnosed with terminal lunch cancer earlier this summer. He has been in the hospital over 80 days since May. And yesterday, the family met with a social worker to discuss palative care. They will be placing him in a hospice facility this week. If he makes it that long.
It was bittersweet.
It was sad to see such a vital man, shrunk down into a shell physically while he was still there, 100% there, mentally. I caught myself talking to him like I would someone who wasn't actually there. But he definitely was there. He had light in his eyes. He flirted with me and the nurses, oh the poor nurses, he made a hand gesture to my step-father at one point that basically said he'd like to hit that. So funny. So leacherous. So strong. And yet his body is failing him.
On the plus side, I did get to see my mother and step-father as well as my aunt and their kids. I was able to relieve a little burden while they held their family meeting by taking my cousin's kids to the movies. It was 22 hours alone in the car round trip from Dallas to Omaha. I drove up on Sunday. And back on Monday. I had to leave when I did. They were having serious conversations with my uncle about moving him. And he felt betrayed that they had met with the social worker behind his back.
So, I got home at 2:30am this morning. Slept for about 4 hours. And now am vegging out at home, watching The Vow. I thought a good cry and a cart full of junk food might be good for me. Because I am already settling back into what I've now termed the Dallas Depression.
It doesn't help that my friends are so wrapped up in all the things I wrote about before and not returning my calls. Well, not promptly anyway. They'll probably all call this week, but I really could have used them to keep me company while I was driving.
Tomorrow, its back to work for me. Busy day tomorrow. I need the distraction. 32 days to go....