My dad is in place of fear. He doesn’t want to lose his wife. With Shirley passing, he doesn’t trust the doctors.
“Daddy, she was 99 years old. Shirley had a good life.”
“there was nothing wrong with her! They gave her morphine and then she died! She was sitting right there just the other day. She should still be here…Mommy needs a new doctor.”
that’s my dad. His thinking is what Brian calls ‘illogical’…my dad now thinks my mom’s medications are all wrong. I like to enjoy being with her while she’s here, doing the best she can, and I choose to trust the doctors. my dad chooses to focus on the fear that she’s going to die just like Shirley and that it’ll be because the doctor gave her too much medicine. “we need to stop her from dying, so let’s take her off her meds and change doctors.”
You have to meet my dad. He’s precious.
He has his perspective, I have mine, and then there’s reality. The truth. My mom’s condition is worse. Everyday is a battle for her. And the truth is the doctors don’t really know what they’re doing. Parkinson’s is a mystery.