September 3, 2010

I have been running around all morning. It is hard to sleep when there is so much to do. So I figured I might as well get things done. I am sure this is going to catch up with me sooner or later.

I went to the hospital to make sure things were going the way they were suppose to. Making sure the Ostomy nurses had checked out the things needed for Mom to go home so there would not be issues for my brother to deal with over the weekend and if something did come up what to do.

I called Moms PCP to find out a new breathing treatment that was given by the hospital would not conflict with her current one. I kept calling back to remind them but they were busy. Its a Friday and a holiday weekend at that.

I talked to the hospital liaison before leaving. Next was to go to my parents house to set things up for assistance with Advantage. While I was on the road there I got a call from my brother. He was mad and said to send Mom to a home he was not going to do this. I tried to get him to talk to me but he is not good at doing that. I asked him if we could talk when I got there because I was on my way there.

Once I got there he was argumentative. Not sure why he is so wishy washy but I am at my wits end. Talking to him seems pointless... I am trying to keep my cool and not go off on him but it is not easy. I have talked to him on the phone at least 3 times today and nothing said but when is Mom coming home. Now all of a sudden he is like this. By the time I left we had decided to bring her home. At least for now. I asked him to give me a couple weeks and he would see that he is going to have some relief. Not sure I can even trust him for that. But I have to give this a try for my Mother's sake.

I got on the phone with Advantage and did an over the phone application for help. The girl I talked to was going to put a priority on it to expedite it. They should be calling us the first of the week I would hope. Hopefully we will get some help.

My brother has not said it but I think he thinks I should be there half of the time. He lives there and does not have a family, does not work so he does not understand my family responsibilities. I am running on empty most of the time but he would never understand that. My Dad understands and I know my Mom knows I am there for her. But most importantly I know God knows I am doing my best and that is what counts.