Days Of Auld Lang el pinché
Entry 1 7:50 p.m. This has been a year. I have made it through another. I would lie if I said it was easy. This morning, I listened to Jenny talk about her chemotherapy and living another year as we spoke with her palliative care doctor. I then spent the afternoon searching for the perfect rollator (a walker with wheels on the back) for her after watching her spend 10 minutes on her bed recovering from the walk up the stairs--the struggle for breath a complete contradiction from her lofty beliefs about winning this fight. She would have a better sense of what is coming if she read her medical record, I would hope. I can hope all I would like, she won't read the record, which allows her to lie to herself about what is coming. I reached out to her sisters after the call to express my concerns about her unrealistic expectations, and got a lecture back from both of them that I should just continue to let her live in this denial. When I told my sister this, she told m...