My mother-in law is dying (cancer, hospice, etc.). She's at home, the 3 sisters who hate each other are all in town fighting over "do we keep her so drugged with morphine and keep her comatose, do we back off the drugs and let her communicate (but heaven forbid, she might make a sound, say the others), or do we put her back in the hospital and try to revive her (for what?). Everybody's arguing over the final arrangements. She wanted a simple cremation with no service, but now there's a service being planned, a 40+ mile funeral procession (to a town she's never lived in). Oh, and dare I mention that one of the sisters has already put the house up for sale and used "Mom's" credit card to make the down payment on another house (WTF for?). I guess because it just happens to be the house next door to hers (and her son is ready to move out). Seems to me like they ought to stand by and let my father-in-law decide what he wants to do, ya think? But he's just their "step" father (over 30 years) and this is "Momma's money" so he doesn't get a vote. He's been told he has to move in with one of the daughters. Wonder if his 28 year Navy pension and Social Security checks have anything to do with that generous offer?
I NEEDED a ride today - even though it's raining. 20 miles from home, just as I'm getting my head straight, the bike starts cutting out. Dry everything, roll for another 2 miles. Stop. Repeat. Stop. Repeat. Stop. Repeat.
Every day, it's another fight. I hate this and there's not a ****** thing I can do. I can't even ride!
