So I sit in the house day in and day out think that I truly need to get out or I will go insane! But then I go out and I realize “What the hell was I thinking?! I mean there is the traffic, the rude people, and the rude people driving! !

I am not allowed to do any pit maneuvers, road rage techniques, bump and runs or any thing else that can possibly be misconstrued as road rage. Even though I have informed certain people the whereabouts of the location of m cred cards so that I can be bailed out of jail.

I have been diagnosed with manic depression disorder, anxiety disorder and panic disorder so what court is going to hold me? I am a living and breathing basket case that is 100% unstable!!! I can also cry on a dime and produce snot bubbles. I can so be realistic.. I can even drop into the rocking fetal position with the authentic sucking of the thumb! So don’t try me….

Anyway I seem to have went off on a tangent there didn’t I? Dammit all.. .

I purposely got out today to take my wonderful mom in law to her KEYTRUDA treatment. I haven’t taken her to it in a while because of my own health issues but I felt it was time for me to do so. It is my responsibility to make sure that she is being treated well.

For the past few treatments her hu has been taking her and even her daughter has taken her, which I think is great. They need to be a part of the process. I highly encourage every family member to go at least once. But I needed to get my fat ass back in there since I am here patient advocate. I am glad that I did .

It gives me the chance to “show my ass ” and defend her I make sure that she is not getting any unnecessary tests or prescription. I tell her oncologist things that she won’t say. I kind of tattle on her if you will. I kind of force them to explain tests to her in layman’s terms.

Let’s just say that I put the nurse practioneer in her place today. I told her more about mom’s condition and her test results then she knew. It’s my job to know things It’s my priority to stay on top of things, to stay informed.

No matter how bad I feel, I will always go to her appointments when she talks to her oncologist. I may not make it to the normal treatment ones but I have made sure that someone will be there with her. It’s my job. It’s what I promised the family..It’s not all about me, it’s about her.

It’s family and it’s what we do…. ..

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