The worst part is you believe it. So when managing the logistics of getting Mom across town to her oncology appointments and then driving to five different pharmacies for her medication in rush-hour traffic tied my stomach in knots that wouldn’t untangle for days, I ignored it. I downplayed the nausea that sometimes led to vomiting before bed and my dramatic weight loss too. I didn’t want to acknowledge that I was struggling and suffering because Mom’s suffering was so much worse than mine.
