Crash and Burning Up

Today in 2014, my mother was still in the hospital. We were hoping to take her home that day and get her set up with hospice, but after all she went through yesterday she was depressed. She had crashed.

It didn't help that she had developed a fever, probably from the cellulitis infection. On top of it all, she was refusing to eat.

I could tell I was angry, as that's the only inkling I had of what happened that day. Otherwise, I might have been more forthcoming about mom's condition. Looking back, I know I would have had the same feelings she had, but I knew then and I know now that half of what she was going through she brought on herself. She never was a person to give in gracefully to people trying to help her.

Even today, I become angry with her foolishness when I remember her behaviors, but I also have had enough therapy to know that she was who she was, and it was her life. No matter what I would hope for, she would make sure it wouldn't happen. That was the most difficult side of her competitiveness with me that I endured.

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