Thursday, October 2, 2008

Since My Dad Died


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Things have been about like most people would expect when someone we love dies. My father was 75 and I am 33 and he died 'in his sleep on an apparent heart attack'. Since he died, it has been a matter of consoling my mother while detoxifying her health-wise.

My husband and I feel that my mother should be free of medication as much as possible, especially pain medication that she does not need. She is diabetic and her legs hurt at night but that is the extent of her health conditions. She does not need to be on habit-forming (cancer) pain medications of various types and strengths. The doctors at the pain clinic where she came from in Alabama enabled her into addiction. Now we need to set her free.

Since my father's death, there has been a lot to deal with in caring for my mother. I have not really taken time to work out my feelings about his death, and life, fully yet. Maybe I will not for a long time but right now my mother's care takes the place of any feelings since my Dad died.

 

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