My friend's mother, who lives with her, broke her elbow, and has surgery scheduled tomorrow. I admire my friend's devotion her her mom, and adore the mom myself. I'm not sure I'd love the responsibility and worry and the mom's inherent negativity, but it looks good from the outside, as I lost my mother when I was forty. It's the time for my friend when, as her mother is in her nineties, more effort and care will be required, though a lot of us are willing to help and have helped in the past by taking her to doctor's appointments, out to lunch and checking on her. Luckily, my friend lives with a kind, compassionate man who is happy to do things for her mother, and enjoys her company. He's retired, so he has availability as well. My friend is still working full time.
I want to help them through this passage, and what that will be is fluid. I'm also about to undertake the care of my grandson five days a week, which is challenging. The young and the old: they need our vigorous support and love. And we do unto others as we would hope others would do for us.
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