Thoughts: My secret life, Hope Lodge and Apperances, etc

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Hi My Lot, I have been having a lot of thoughts running around in my head lately and I thought I would just write them all out. You probably remember that my mom is dealing with a possible recurrence of cancer. So this means a lot of trips to the clinic which is about 2 hours away. Lots of poking, prodding, blood draws, pictures, images, etc. So last week, seeing as she had 2 appointments on 2 consecutive days we made use of the Hope Lodge. This is a place for people with cancer and their caregivers to stay, free of charge that is close of the hospital and clinics. Thoughts on Hope Lodge. The people there are sometimes bald from treatment. Sometimes they wear masks to protect themselves. The drugs that they are given destroy their cancer, but also their hair cells, and immune systems. And yet most of them carry on their day. A lot of them with a smile on their faces. A lot of people worry a lot about outward appearance. Me too. But when you see these folks dealing with illness - you are reminded that outward appearance is not the most important thing. These people are heros. My secret life. I have been rather open on other social media about my mom's case of recent because I know she doesn't mind it. What I haven't been open about it my dad's struggle that is going on at the same time, because I'm not sure he would want it. But - guess what ? - A lot of people know my parents in real life on other social media. But not here. Therefor here I am allowed to post about it and vent. So, my dad has bad chronic pain. It's been a struggle for years. Recently his pain dr. dropped him for no reason. Not leaving him with enough pills to get to a new Dr. appt. (I don't think this is ethical.) Recently his pain for some reason is a lot worse and the place he is referred to is dragging their feet. So now , most days - he will rant and rave for hours. Do not get me wrong - I don't blame him for feeling down, I don't blame him for not being cheery sunshine all the time. But when he rants n raves for hours on hours on end , refuses to get professional help because he is paranoid, and picks fights with mom and myself - then I have issues with him. This is going on at the same time as the cancer scare with my mom. So we have him dragging mom and I through torment - all while she is going through this. I really don't know what we are going to do. When it rains it pours. I still try to find something, one thing - to enjoy during the day. I hope my mom is able to do the same. So these are my thoughts, randomly running in my head. I hope life is treating you well MyLot friends. Photo: Pixabay