What began last Monday as taking a mental health week for myself turned into something much more than that. By Tuesday, we learned that my father-in-law had terminal cancer that had mestastisized so quickly and so aggressively that he had a life expectancy of about one week. He was moved to in-home hospice on Wednesday, and we have been by his side waiting, with all the range of emotions you would expect, for the inevitable.
Supporting my husband through the agonizing process of watching his tough-as-nails father die, while also dealing with my own grief, and caring for a confused 4-year-old, and a 3-month-old baby who doesn’t sleep through the night has, by far, been the most challenging and exhausting experience of my life.
I am eager to get back to work; I miss it and I miss you. But please bear with me as I give my father-in-law and Drew and the rest of my family the respect and the attention they deserve. Continued thoughts and prayers and positive vibes are appreciated, as always.