despair and anger

a diary of my mother's stubborn resistance to accept help

7 December 2024:

Yesterday I bought Gatorade, Imodium, depends, apples, and cookies (she has a sweet tooth) to my 85 year old mother. Today I will be doing massive amounts of laundry for her. I live in another state and am only here for 6 more days. Everyday I feel a bit of despair and anger that she refuses help in her home, that she refuses to move to assisted living. And yet this morning the sky was still a comfort.