Let’s rewind to April. Mom is living at home. She can dress herself and make her own meals. She claims she can do more, but she isn’t doing it. She is turning away half of the charity cleaning services. Dishes are stacked everywhere, half eaten food, laundry all over, dusty shelves, dirty bathroom and medical supplies. But whatever, she’ll do what she wants.
( This is the shortened version, I swear! Also memory may be off on some details, it's been a lot of details, okay. )
But this week she was told she can go home! They still don’t know what the problem is. They still don’t have a treatment plan. We don’t care. We are letting her. I don’t have hope it will be for long. But for a moment, a brief moment, we will have a reprieve
( This is the shortened version, I swear! Also memory may be off on some details, it's been a lot of details, okay. )
But this week she was told she can go home! They still don’t know what the problem is. They still don’t have a treatment plan. We don’t care. We are letting her. I don’t have hope it will be for long. But for a moment, a brief moment, we will have a reprieve