So much can happen in a short period of time. But it's been more than a short period of time.
Mom's health or I should say emotional health is up and down. Cancer is a difficult thing to deal with, physically as well as emotionally. I knew Mom had cancer before she had the biopsies. I still suspect she's got more problems than the areas her oncologist knows about so far. Support and encouragement is about all I can give my mom now. But even for me, its been difficult.
I knew that I knew that I knew. And I was having anxiety because I wanted her to get on the road to treatment quicker than her appointments were happening. For my mom, though, things were happening too fast for her. I've had to back off a little, but Mom has been meeting me half way. I prayed for strength and patience in dealing with my mom. I think my prayer has been answered. I don't feel the same level of anxiety I had a month ago. I'm realizing and focusing on what I can do for her.
Helping her with phone calls and paperwork for doctor visits and insurance or any mail, for that matter, is what I know I can do for Mom. I know the feeling when you get something in the mail that you know is important, but you don't have enough brain power to figure out what to do with it. I was like that when I had my breakdown. Whether from medications or depression or a combination of both, the mail I got for that time period ended up in a box and remains there today. Hospital and doctor bills that could have been taken care of, but instead got shuffled aside and forgotten, mostly.
I know I can deal with Mom's mail. I know what to do with it, who to call for whatever, and what questions to ask. I didn't have anyone do that for me and although I got bad credit because of it, I learned the importance of having someone take care of those little, everyday things for you. The stress is lifted from the person whose mail it is. Its not just a matter of keeping things from going on your credit report; its a matter of relieving the stress and anxiety from the person, giving them a sense of being cared for and cared about and that things will work out just fine.
Its no fun when we get phone calls from collection agencies. Its no fun having these bills and other personal business in the back of your mind while you deal with depression, anxiety, and cancer.
I suppose there's more than one lesson I learned from my ordeal with depression and mental breakdowns and medications. This is just one. I'm glad I can rise to the occasion to help Mom with what I've learned.
Mom's health or I should say emotional health is up and down. Cancer is a difficult thing to deal with, physically as well as emotionally. I knew Mom had cancer before she had the biopsies. I still suspect she's got more problems than the areas her oncologist knows about so far. Support and encouragement is about all I can give my mom now. But even for me, its been difficult.
I knew that I knew that I knew. And I was having anxiety because I wanted her to get on the road to treatment quicker than her appointments were happening. For my mom, though, things were happening too fast for her. I've had to back off a little, but Mom has been meeting me half way. I prayed for strength and patience in dealing with my mom. I think my prayer has been answered. I don't feel the same level of anxiety I had a month ago. I'm realizing and focusing on what I can do for her.
Helping her with phone calls and paperwork for doctor visits and insurance or any mail, for that matter, is what I know I can do for Mom. I know the feeling when you get something in the mail that you know is important, but you don't have enough brain power to figure out what to do with it. I was like that when I had my breakdown. Whether from medications or depression or a combination of both, the mail I got for that time period ended up in a box and remains there today. Hospital and doctor bills that could have been taken care of, but instead got shuffled aside and forgotten, mostly.
I know I can deal with Mom's mail. I know what to do with it, who to call for whatever, and what questions to ask. I didn't have anyone do that for me and although I got bad credit because of it, I learned the importance of having someone take care of those little, everyday things for you. The stress is lifted from the person whose mail it is. Its not just a matter of keeping things from going on your credit report; its a matter of relieving the stress and anxiety from the person, giving them a sense of being cared for and cared about and that things will work out just fine.
Its no fun when we get phone calls from collection agencies. Its no fun having these bills and other personal business in the back of your mind while you deal with depression, anxiety, and cancer.
I suppose there's more than one lesson I learned from my ordeal with depression and mental breakdowns and medications. This is just one. I'm glad I can rise to the occasion to help Mom with what I've learned.