OH, I don't even know where to start. I feel like a fish out of water. What a week. Overwhelming to say the least. Goodness, I could use less drama. I will spare you the details. I have loss my focus. I need to do laundry, wash dishes, take the Dyson for a ride, pull some weeds, you name it......I need to do it.
I will mention that my Mom had some hand surgery for skin cancer. Not a melanoma the basil cell type. She had it removed three years ago but they must not have gotten it all. She had the Mohs type which included two hours the first day and two the next. A dime size scaly place turned into a half dollar hole to be stitched together by 15 stitches. Her fingers look so deformed from all the stretching. We changed the bandage for the first time today. She is so stubborn and does things her way. If she makes it through the healing process without an infection or a major bleed, I will be amazed. I have know others that have had skin cancer, melanoma and others. The incisions are always enormous. If you have an question that you may have something that needs checked......call the doctor.
After one of the days we went out for lunch afterwards. When we checked out the cashier asked about her bandage. Then she said, "Did they catch it in time." Now how do you answer that.
Switching gears to the other mother, my mother in law. She is actually doing okay. Her memory isn't good but she is much better than she was. She has been moved into a nursing home permanently. Her little apartment has been emptied. She doesn't want to do much of anything except eat breakfast and sleep. I went to see her one day that I was home with my mom. I walked in and she looked excited to see me. I sat down and she said, "I don't know who you are but you are old." Yep, she said I was old. Then I told her who I was and she said, "I don't care who any of you are, I am not staying to talk to you, I am going to sleep." I stayed for awhile. Every now and then she would open one eye and look my direction to see if I was still there. My husband went to see her today. She told him I was never there to see her. She said his name and knew he was. The next person in the door she said he (my husband) was her uncle.
Thank you all for your prayers and words of comfort. I so appreciate you all for listening to me vent and caring for those I love. So hoping this week I can get back in the swim of things, do something crafty, take some new photos and catch up on my blog reading.
Patrick fishing in Colorado