Yeah, I really don't think I'm in any danger of drinking; I'm really not that person anymore. And I accepted a long time ago that life is filled with both joy and sorrow; you cannot have one without the other. But knowing that is easy; enduring the sorrow is not. Mainly I'm just so angry that she refused to modify anything about her life, totally ignoring the diabetes as hard as she could; she didn't have to die this young, if she'd only taken responsibilty for her health like an adult -- these days, 75 is really not that old -- my aunt Betty is going to be 84 in a couple weeks, and though she has some health problems, she deals with them as an adult, taking responsibility.
But if nothing else, this only strengthens my own resolve to be proactive about my weight and my diet and my health. And triples my determination to go out with a massive heart attack that just fells me in my tracks, so I never have to endure the hell that my mom has been going thru all week, hooked up to every form of medical technology that exists, pretty much.
I talked to my stepfather a few minutes ago, and it looks like they might try last-ditch dialysis; it won't save her, but might give her a few more hours, so that perhaps I can be there with her this evening, before she passes.
Andria