Ugh. My mom has to start chemo again next week, and I feel so awful for my parents. It’s just going to be another reminder of the cancer, even though it seems like this time the side effects will be much milder than the last round of chemo.

And I’m not there to help.

Yes, this is the part of moving that I was dreading. Not being up there when it would be handy for another person to be around to help with stuff. Blergh.

At any rate, we’ll make it work, but I wish it were different. I wish they could’ve had a nice, easy retirement with traveling and stuff. But, no, their retirement thus far has been filled with pills and doctors and yuck. I wish I could fix it.

I can’t. This is dumb.