Quick post because my husband is watching my kids so I can work on PTSA stuff. I can’t believe the end of the summer is here already. I don’t feel like I ever got a break from the PTSA. Can I just say… I’m sick of the PTSA?

Anyway… life is marching along. Stuff with my family isn’t great. It’s really a long story but my BIL has an aggressive Lipoma that is huge. Covers from the small of his back through his buttocks and down his thigh. Huge. It’s impacting organ systems and wrapped around his pelvis. They don’t really know how much internal damage it has done and he is going to have surgery on the 19th. At that point, we’ll find out if it’s just a Lipoma or a Sarcoma. They are hoping that there won’t be too much muscle damage or nerve damage so he won’t be crippled. He’s only 32.

Then yesterday my mom tells me that her other foot is bothering her more then the foot that’s going to have the toe amputated. This is not good. It’s so obvious to me that she is heading down a road of decreased mobility and possible further amputation. She sees it, I see it, and it is a dark sad road.

Anyway, this throws a wrench in our plans on going to Hawaii in Novemember. Now we need to wait and make sure my mom will not have to have more surgery. She was going to fly out and watch the kids. Maui is calling to me… but perhaps it’s just not meant to be.

Good news is that her sister is moving down so at least she will be able to help take care of my Grandmom. That task has fallen completely on my mom’s shoulders and now this will hopefully free her up from the excuses of not taking adequate care of my dad or herself. Yeah. I know. But hope does spring eternal. Anyway, my mom’s sister moving down was the reason mom was going to be able to come watch the kids. Because she was going to be free from Gramma watching duty.

In other news, my father’s blood sugar seems to be coming under better control now that they are testing it 4 times a day. What a surprise. I spent an hour yesterday talking to my dad about his health. Let’s just say that you can’t use logic with someone with dementia. I love him, but he’s so hard to deal with sometimes.

Gotta run. John is watching the kids so I can have a free block of time to work on PTSA stuff. And I need to stop procrastinating and just do what needs to be done. Push through the pain. Stay focused.

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