Mom’s friends often mean well, but either say things, or do things, that are less than thoughtful. Nobody has the right to judge the way I’m caring for my mom until they’ve spent a day wiping feces off her bottom, or being awakened four times a night to tell her that, No, she doesn’t have to pee, because she has a catheter in, or doing stretches with her, or massage, because her legs are all antsy. I don’t know why she doesn’t remember how to do stretches on her own… though this tells me that it’s company she wants, just as much as solving the problem of her legs. We are doing our best.
Creativity Finds a Voice