Forgive me again for going off on the depressing stuff… But I must get it off my chest before bed. I don’t want to carry this into my dreams.
Went to drop off some medicines for Mama MB and carrots for the guinea pig. Mama MB awoke on the couch. Guess she’s been there all day. That’s the same spot she was sitting this morning.
She’s in so much pain. Papa MB says the jackass Dr that is supposed to administer the radiation for her adrenal gland and back is out-of-town .. OUT OF FUCKING TOWN!!!?:!??!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! MAMA MB IS TO SIT HOME AND SUFFER AS YOU RUN OFF FOR SEMINARS INSTEAD OF DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB.
I’m so mad!
I’m mad at the Dr. I’m mad at her Dr for giving up on her. I’m mad at her cancer. I’m mad at science for not having a cure or a medicine that will work for her. I’m mad at God(s) for letting her get to this point?
They’re just going to sit around and let Mama MB die.
Don’t judge me, don’t dare preach to me. I’m mad at the world because it’s my Mama MB and I’m scared she’s going to die. Sit and watch your Mama die or get sicker and sicker. Feel more and more helpless with this. Listen to her name off all of her family members instead of calling you your own name! Listen to her threaten your father and tell him he’s trying to kill her.
I cried tonight, I cry everyday.
I want her to get better. Shit just seems to get worse.
Papa MB and I did talk and I hope we’re forced to push for care, hospice or hospitalization. She won’t eat and drink. What are our options?
This is hard for me.
I’m sorry you were all a witness to my break down. But thank you for listening!