This is my second post for this year. I was hoping to be better at chronicling my life as a sandwiched woman. A woman who finds herself between helping her parents while also providing for her own family. To think of it, this could be one of the reasons why I hate sandwiches.
Today, I can mark as one of the most sobering days of my life. My dad, who has been fighting stage 4 cancer for the past 4 years was given an estimation of his life expectancy. He bravely asked the doctor how long he has. Though I know he was hoping for a better outcome, she responded with 6 months. She also threw in a caveat that she has been wrong several times in her career. My dad now has a timeframe to which he can make the best of his life. It also gives me a timeframe of how much I have left to spend with him and show him just how much Iove him by being here for him and providing what I can.
The best part of my day was hearing that my favorite nephew wrote an essay on how important I am to him. This makes all my struggles worth it. I sure hope I can teach him and my kids what it means to give back to one's parents. I can only hope that one day my kids will take care of me as I am taking care of my own parents.
6 months...
