charlabob
A good friend back east was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer 3 years ago. She had a job as a project manager that allowed her to work at home. She continued to do so up until the time she went into a hospice. She never told them, because she was afraid of being fired and losing her health insurance benefits (which were minimal at best.) I wanted so much to be able to say, “Sweetie, you’re being paranoid — tell them; they love you…” But I couldn’t say that. She continued to call in, run meetings, provide assistance — she didn’t slack — she scheduled around many “dentist appointments” which were, in fact, chemo appointments. She lived to see her daughter graduate high school leave the hospice, and die at home.
Happy birthday to your mom, TR! Have cake and a drink and plant a tree…whatever works.