There was an article in yesterday’s New York Times that is long but well worth reading, about palliative care doctors and end-of-life treatment and counseling. Aside from one amusing quote about whether it’s worth it to spend $400 on Victoria’s Secret lingerie, the article itself is a little off-topic for this site, I guess, but in relation to my own life, it hit me hard today. I spoke to my mom last night and the latest info is a little vague but it is now sounding like my dad could be going downhill faster than we thought. And what I’m about to say will sound very callous in this context, but the only silver lining to this cloud is that it now seems very unlikely that we’ll have to worry about paying for a nursing home for my dad, as he’ll probably go into hospice care, which is covered by Medicare.
So now I just have to worry about other stuff for a while– getting up there to see him, how long I’ll stay, what exactly is happening, and how my mom and sister and I are going to deal with all of it.
