I suppose that in order to cope with this current care-giving/living situation change is going to have to come from me.
I'm not the person with terminal brain cancer. I'm not the person doped-up on Dilaudid 24 hours every day. That's not to say that my mother isn't being a completely selfish, egocentric, tantrum-throwing baby. But I'm the one with full coherence and cognitive faculty. I have to learn to deal with it because, among other things, I have no choice.
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