Keeping Her Chin Up

Mom is so sad today. She feels unloved and lonely. She's terrified of dying alone and abandoned. She says I'm the only one she has left. I hate to say it, but I can't prove her wrong.

I've asked her family members and friends to comment here. To call her. To remind her of who she used to be. To reminisce about how sweet or funny or feisty she was at one point or another. To make her feel loved and know that she's not alone. I know people love her, so why didn't anyone respond? 

I'm going to reach out again to her family and friends today. For those who prefer, leaving comments would be so awesome! For those who are more tech savvy, making short videos or voice recordings would be even better. If you don't have a webcam, you can use your cell phone. Her birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I'd like to collect these and make a montage for her birthday. We never know how many birthdays we have left with her. I want her to feel loved and not so lonely. She cries when she says I'm all she has left. Nobody should have to feel forgotten when they're sick, especially on their birthday. So family (and friends who are really family) - expect calls and texts. I will be harassing you til I get something nice for Mom.

Speaking of harassment...I spent two hours on the phone today getting NOWHERE with her insurance company and pharmacy. Both are incompetent and neither know their own policies. Mom's out of her acid medication, so she's burning and miserable, and I keep getting lied to about how long anything will take. We've been waiting for her meds for a week, and they said it would take 2-3 days. It's still at the pharmacy. It'll take another 10-14 working days to get here, and we can't get anything in the meantime because it's technically "in process" and not shipped. But it's already too late to transfer it to a local pharmacy...ugh..you see where I get stuck on hold forever and a year. So they told me to call every 4-5 hours until it's shipped, and then I can request (though they don't have to approve it) a "bridge supply" to hold her over until the mail order script gets here. I think insurance plans pay their employees extra to stall and screw up and lie to patients so that we eventually throw up our hands and walk away. So in about an hour, I get to kiss someone else's butt and hope it rains medication. I better be able to get it soon. Mom can't eat when she's belching up bile.