What a bonding moment with mom… I just assigned her durable power of attorney for my healthcare and we filled out my advanced directive/living will together after a delicious bowl of home-made soup; Thank God we share the same philosophy on end-of-life medical care, that could have gotten ugly. OK, not that I’m planning on getting the plug pulled anytime soon, because we have some major ass-whooping to do, but just in case. I wasn’t really counting on a brain tumor either, so one can only be so prepared. This goes right along with registering over the phone for my neuro-oncology appointment and being asked to proved the name and number for my next of kin. I thought that was getting a little ahead of themselves. Downright tacky.
I’m no queen of etiquette, but could you buy me a drink before we get that personal? Not that I would drink it. I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in over 18 years, and maybe if Bob’s an alcoholic, he’ll scootch right out through my ear and mosey over to the nearest bar. That would be a neat trick!
One thought on “so this brain tumor walks into a bar…”
Oh shit. Thanks for the reminder. Probably time to update mine too! xoxox, Valerie
LikeLiked by 1 person