I didn't think it was possible to be a caretaker for yet another person in my life with Lung Cancer or any major illness for that matter. I was young when my Father died of Lung Cancer. My brother was the second in the family to be diagnosed with the disease in the end stages. I was working full time and running home to make sure he had his meds and to make him healthy juice drinks, daily. My mother was so distraught after going through this with her late husband that she could not be of any support to me, she became angry and withdrew, for a time. I remember the solitary feeling of it all. My brother died of the disease. My mother also had a bout with Lung Cancer but we learned about early detection at that point and she survived. Still and all I was there through the surgery and doctors and healing. Years later my mother had a mini stroke, artery disease, trouble walking and what followed was almost a year of long hospital stays, eventually her heart affected her kidneys and she was on dialysis and eventually died. I pretty much was the only person left to take care of her every need.
My best friend who I know 25 years, has stage3B NSC Lung Cancer, inopperable. For 8 months her son and I have taken care of her every need. Doctors visits, rides, etc. God gave me the strength somehow to do this again, or maybe not. Recently she was set up for 7 weeks of radiation treatments, 5 days a week and chemo once a month. Her son was working. He would take her 2 days a week on his days off and me being on disability myself would take her 3 days a week. I prefaced 2 days on and 1 day off, would really help,then I would do the third day. Her son tried to accommadate me. During this one week
she needed chemo and her son wanted to be there for that because it's 8 hours. He took off of work, but because her blood pressure was too low they wouldn't give her chemo, so her son took the next day off and she had her chemo. The end result was the following week he said he had to work five days in a row, thus assuming I would take her five days in. Mind you it sound petty now to even complain, but I digress back to my life in the past as a caregiver, the pain and suffering and loss. I must also point out that in between my caregiving years, I had multiple operations of my own.
As it turned out she took off one day of radiation because of the chemo side effects, which left me taking her 4 days, instead of five. I have COPD by the way. I asked god for the strength and we made it to the third day, then all hell hit the fan. Before I tell you the story about how our friendship may be over, let me say, she was a wonderful friend to me all these years. We discussed on the phone that day that I needed to know her sons schedule the following week because I needed to have tooth pulled. Her son never let me know his schedule each week and I didn't know what days I was taking her. It was also my anniversary next week. she told me I could call the house after 9PM and if he had the schedule I could find out, but that he usually didn't check the schedule, in this case he would check it the next day and let me know. I made mention (which she has already said, he can have an attitude of not caring about these things) I then said I had a life to live too, which I meant for her son, not her. I didn't mean a fun life I just meant I needed to make plans. I didn't mean it to come out that way, nor did I realize she harbored ill feelings toward the remark. We went about our ride to the hospital for radiation and things seemed fine however I noticed she was giving me digs on and off. Radiation was done and it was pouring rain outside. My friend decided she wanted to go shopping because she felt well and didn't know when she would feel well again. I knew she would feel ok the next day because she was over the chemo hump at least for this month. I have always taken her out following treatments, wherever she usually wanted to go, whether I wanted to or not. Today I didn't feel like it, I hate driving in the rain, the next day was the fourth day in a row I was taking her for treatments. I did say we could go tomorrow. she persisted and was somewhat nasty to me. I grudgingly decided to take her but I was angry, I felt disrespected and not cared about. The store she wanted to go to was another 25 minutes away. she stated this particular store had better quality merchandise then the one closer to home. I proceeded to say whatever, you need to go so we are going. I was really mad, though. she was probbaly harboring anger, too. she said she was entilted and that she helped me with my mother and brother and so on. she said I have been complaining since she was diagnosed with cancer, what she meant was, I'm a compaliner, not that I was complaining about helping her, per se. I blew up, she wanted out in the car, she told me to have a nice life, I let her out, in the rain, then tried to get her back in the car, she ignored me. I called her son to pick her up. We have not spoke since and I am sick over it. I feel I tried so hard to help her in so many ways, not listing them all here. I feel she threw the past in my face and was not caring that I went through all of this too many times in my life. I thought maybe it was best, that God didn't want to see me be a caretaker again or worse, watch her die. I thought maybe it was gods way of letting her son take a leave of absence from work to be with his mom because it is the only family memebr he has in his life and at times he felt guilty not being there enough and his job ironically, was at a morgue which isn't good under the circumstances. I thought maybe it was gods way of letting her other friend help some, because she felt shut out. I only know I'm heart sick. This friend walked away from me once before for five years, without telling me why. I have so many mixed feelings about this, i don't know if I should let it go or apologize and take responsibility for my own actions even though she could end up being nasty and it would hurt horribly.
Lori




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