NeuroTalk Support Groups - Becky21 and BluesGirl

I'm doing ok all things considered. It just seems like one bad thing after the other is happening and it's wearing me out.

I have been stressed about Linda's Grandson's kidney transplant, Susan's Mother's uterine cancer and they both are doing just fine now. I've been under tremendous stress with my son for so long and am now feeling a bit better about things since I have been on Lexapro. Problem still there but I am handling it better.

So now, I stress out about my finances and how I am going to pay my medical bills from my surgery until something really important came up. It seems like when really bad life altering things happen, money doesn't matter that much. It's only money.

We just found out a week ago that my Dad who is 81 has COPD. He is on all kinds of medication and oxygen 24/7. I saw him hooked up to oxygen for the first time Monday and I have been a crying baby all week on and off. It was so hard to see him like that. Even though he is 81, he still mowed their lawn and cleaned their pool everyday. He's always been so active and I know he will continue to be as much as he can.

I knew he wasn't feeling very well when he was running errands and picking up groceries for me in March and April when I had my pacemaker surgery. I kept asking him if he was ok and he said he was having a hard time getting over the flu. I told him I was worried about him because he seemed weak. He told me not to worry that I have been through enough and need to concentrate on myself after the personal situation with my son and my health problems. He said he was fine.

I don't think he knew how sick he was but he may have had an idea. He did mention a couple of times while we were talking that he was worried about who would take care of my Mother if anything happened to him. He also told me that my brother was going to be executor of their estate. We talked about a lot of things that we don't usually talk about in front of Mother.

I called my brother after Mother's Day and told him to see if he could find out what was going on with Dad when I noticed that he still seemed weaker. My brother talked to him and found out he had seen a pulmonologist and was put on meds and oxygen immediately.

When I went over there Monday, Dad was dressed and said he felt better now that he could breathe. I asked him questions about his doctor visit but he just told me he was under a doctor's care and would be fine. He didn't want to tell me too much. I told him that if I had known how bad he felt, I would not have asked him to do errands for me. He said he wanted to do them for me and still would if I needed anything.

I just need some time to absorb all of this and pull myself together. I'm just tired and need some strength. I will be fine. I'm just overwhelmed right now.

Love ya,:hug:

P.S. Tara is missing because she had a garage sale over the weekend. I know she has to be exhausted from that. I had a last minute mini garage sale last weekend and it was exhausting but I made $37.35. I was excited over that!:p