bless his heart. my dad sees my mom in pain, and he wants to fix her. he wants to make her life better. but he’s running out of things he can do that make a difference. his fear is overwhelming. so he decides he’s going to stop giving her her medications.
“she’s not getting better – the medicine is making her worse!”
it’s not that the medicine is making her worse, it’s that her disease is progressing. Parkinson’s is a progressive disease that slowly takes away her ability to move.
when we can accept that there are things we can’t change, and that we have to take care of ourselves, life doesn’t seem so crazy and unmanageable, and we don’t have to be mad at the world. when my dad can see the positive, and laugh at the little things, his day is so much better.
when he chooses to be angry that her meds aren’t making her better, he’s mad at the world and everyone in it, even the one he’s trying to fix 😦