Nov 08 2009
Not The Best Start
My brother was here practically from the diagnosis before it was more than a guess and went back to Indiana last night. He waited until the last minute, so I’d shut down by the time he left. Anyway, this morning, I booted up and sent a message to my sister-in-law, just a “he wasn’t doing too well when he left, take care of him” message, and managed to get myself all upset. Ok. Enough. Stop. This is silly. Nobody’s dying — yeah, well, ok, but you get what I mean. I just need to get a grip here.
And I did mean that literally. I had never seen him near that upset as he was when he left last night, and he’s my little brother, after all, I’ve seen him really get wacked out. Phyllis, you do need to take care of him. I already lost one brother, and I only have two left.
One response so far
At some point it will start taxing our ingenuity to think of things people can do, that help.
But that’s when the folks that care about you, including your wonderful brother Jan, get a moment of relief from feeling helplessly woeful.
We’ll have to think of things people can do, and then conquer any diffidence about asking your friends and family to do them.
Not so much for us, we’ve coped with hellish situations before
(- Interferon treatments. Flooded house, or a house so cold
that ice formed on the inside of the windows. Family catastrophes) -
But for them.
At a minimum - I shouldn’t put it that way, I don’t mean “mnimum” -
folks that pray can have you in their prayers.
And other folks can have you in their thoughts and wishes.