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Whine, whine, whine.

Wednesday last, both of my remaining grandparents were, independently, diagnosed with cancer, both ultimately with probably six months left on their respective clocks.

Well, I don't know how to feel about this. It borders on farce.

Stress levels creeping up. Closed recent job app for a writing position with "I look forward to hearing from you and yours in the future. If I can offer any additional materials or information." Probably not the best way to close. Mom is in worse shape,


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Apr. 4th, 2009 03:48 am (UTC)
Re: Holy crap.
There's treatment, but it's most likely to only extend grandma's life by like six months more, and make her dementia even worse. I don't know what they'll decide to do. There really aren't any ideal options. I do think a conversation where the doctor cocks her head and says "you know, renal failure really is a nice way to go..." isn't a conversation that's going to lead to her flamboyant return to broadway.

Aaanyway, she's like 84, and over the period of like six weeks she's gone further down senility drive in a visible way.

It's really rough on my mother though, since these are both of her parents. I'm pretty distant from all parties, the hard part for me is keeping SS Mother sailing northward.
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Apr. 4th, 2009 12:28 pm (UTC)
About the only real way to deal with this is to try and focus on the good parts of their lives.
Apr. 7th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
How about a "Thank goodness it's over" party in half a year or so? It's only once in a lifetime you have the chance and the emotional preparation to do something so harmlessly yet wildly inappropriate.
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