Hey 10, just wanted to let you know I'm thinkin' of ya. Hope you're doing okay.
My mom saw the gastroenterologist yesterday and now she has to schedule an endoscopy, colonoscopy and I think some other -oscopy. Now all I can do is sit back, worry and pray. I hate feeling so helpless.
My dad's a wreck too, so he's been doubling up on the wine, Ativan, Percocet, etc. A few days ago I found him unresponsive in his chair with his eyes wide open and rolled up into the back of his head. I smacked him five times in the arm with my baseball cap, so hard that the adjustment strap and clasp went flying across the room, before he finally began to slowly come around. He was barely coherent for a while, but my mom insisted that he was fine so I left her to babysit him!
Just another day in the life of Dreamflyer 8(
(Sorry, I didn't intend to make this all about me. I just re-read your last post about your family and figured I'd share. Thanks for listening.)