My mother’s brothers have arrived on the scene (via phone calls yesterday. They want to descend in person this Saturday “before it is too late”).
Unlike the Cavalry, they are a day late and a dollar short. They haven’t made one move towards her since her cancer diagnosis three years ago. They were informed in September that her cancer was back and the prognosis wasn’t good. Not a word. They never called; they didn’t visit. The absolution they come to seek from my mother for being shitheads is not forthcoming. My mother can’t speak in cogent sentences anymore. They are already too late.
The social worker is coming today to meet with us for the first time. Thank God for hospice. I need them so desperately now.
Just when I thought I couldn’t carry this load one more step, hospice has shown up. I feel like a two ton weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.