Oct 06, 2012 - 2:40 pm
Wow. Three weeks ago, the biggest stressor in my life was training a new puppy. Today, it's caring for my schizophrenic mother who received a terminal cancer diagnosis two weeks ago. I'm currently in the "pity-party" phase, considering I lost my father to the same disease at 17, after being his caretaker for five years. I just can't believe at 29 years old, I'm going through this all over again. Not to mention how demeaning and demoralizing the cancer is on the patient. Over the last two weeks, I've watched my mother go from 126 lbs to 112 lbs, her skin turn jaundice, and became a pro at cleaning up chemo-vomit. I'm also trying to sustain a perfect gpa in college and work 40 hours a week to maintain my salary/health insurance in order to keep my life somewhat balanced. All the memories of my father have resurfaced, and I'm currently angry, frustrated, isolated, and depressed. I feel like I'm the only person on the planet that knows this pain and I just wish I didn't feel so alone, when I realize so many others have been through it...