I can't stand to see her this way. She's in pain. But she puts on a brave face when anyone other than my mom or I are there.
After my dad went home last night, she started crying. Telling my mom and I that we liked to see her suffer.
Of course, it's the pain talking. After the meds started to take effect, she apologized. But my mom is having a tough time with it.
I feel guilty. Guilty for leaving my mom there to deal with everything. Guilty for leaving my grandma there. Guilty for trying to hold my own life together.
Not that I'm doing a great job of that, either.
Friends' calls go unanswered, unreturned. Work piles up. The boy feels neglected. At least TheDog is getting a walk here and there, because that's the only thing keeping me somewhat sane right now.