In a Crisis
The first real crisis in my life happened when Janet died. I wasn’t actually there when the accident happened and I was freaking out wondering where she was. When I came across her I was so shocked that I just became numb. I went to the hospital, phoned my parents and phoned a couple of friends to sit with me. The next day I phoned my minister and somehow got through the days, asked the right questions of the Drs. When I look back on it I don’t know how I did it but the shock held me together for a long time. Plus a lot of support from friends.
When my Dad had cancer I had to advocate for him. I remember there were days when I wanted to run away. It was like treading water with the water up to my neck.
When my Mom’s health declined I was the one who phoned CCAC and the occupational therapist told her that she should go to the hospital. Unfortunately both my parents are stubborn and will only go if an expert tells them. I’ve had to do everything on my own while looking after the house. I make lists and do a little each day. With both my Dad and my Mom I tried to do what was best for them.
I email friends if I need to talk and if all else fails
In a Crisis