Modern Saint
Starve your Fear, Feed your Dream!
I don't tend to check in here much, but this is getting real. My parents have been in hospice care since last October (really taking their time!) but very close to kicking it. My dad had kept his marbles intact up to this point, but we very much see the cancer has gotten into his brain. My sister and I are hoping that mom takes him with her - she's now taking no drugs except (lots of) pain meds. The shitty part is that I'm 2K miles away, but my sister lives right there in MadCity. I am just glad that I spent a very few days there in January. My son and I were planning to go back in April, but. I know my sister is having to/going to have to deal with all the shit after they're gone, and there's not really any practical way for me to help. I've offered to help in zoom meetings to deal with some of the 'business' aspects, but...
Meantime, I've suffered two Deloitte audits (covering three years) of my company and my boss is trying to launch a series A round, which will necessitate much interface with Krashpads -- er... lawyers, and all those hilarious sorts. I've been dealing with stuff from the east coast to Japan, which means my workdays start at 7am and run up to 10pm on not-infrequent occasions. Plus, our adult daughter is living with us, which is great because her job has been slashed - she's gone from working full time on a great salary to doing telehealth on an hourly basis, so her pay is a fraction. She's frantically searching for a new job, and she suffers from that toxic anxiety that so many high-achieving millennial woman seem to exhibit. We all love each other very much, but after almost six months of constant togetherness, my wife and I are ready to strangle her, and vice versa.
Phew! This bullshit can't end quickly enough for me. "It will just disappear" my ass...
Mojo bsman