NADA IS IN THE HOSPICE CARE CENTER

[Guest guest]

Thanks to everyone who have been reading my long and sometimes arduous posts

about my nada since I joined this group. My journey with all of you through all

of her verbal abuse; innuendos; accusations; control issues; insinuations etc.

have most likely been hard to bear with, but many of you have hung in there with

me and still responded to my posts, which in itself was extremely helpful and

reassuring. Thank you all for that.

As of last week and nada's doctor telling me she was 'very ill with congestive

heart failure and going downhill fast' and the neighbor Ann who told me after

talking to nada's doctor the next day that she was 'dying' (though the woman

doctor would NOT tell me even though I pressed her for an answer), led to my

last post about my nada so this was not a surprise when I received a call back

from her doctor that she WAS a candidate for hospice and would I agree to have

them come in. I had of course pressed the week before for it as the neighbors

were taking shifts bringing and making her breakfast, lunch and dinner, cleaning

her stench ridden bathroom (nada was stock piling dirty Depends in the shower

stall for what they said seemed MONTHS); her toilet as she had no running water

for a month but used the toilet up until last week when she couldn't even stand

or walk at all to the bathroom was, to be polite about it a filthy mess without

going into lurid detail about what was in there besides the obvious. Still these

people think nada is the sweetest, most wonderful woman in their neighborhood

but as we all know this is the facade that BPD's put on for the general public

especially if they need them, but to us, their children we see a far different

face.

To the husband of one of these women Ann I was a, as he called it, " no good,

heartless bitch " who should get 'my ass down there and move in and take care of

her'. This was even occurring yesterday when I tried to call his wife out of

necessity as I needed someone to go over and convince nada that I couldn't give

her the care she required and she needed a professional to do it. Of course I

am not a masochist and I would rather be dead myself than be nada's slave with

the way she is with me, but he didn't give me a chance to tell him my side so to

him I am a rotten human being.

Anyway the day started with nada calling and screaming at me that I OWED her my

LIFE because she gave birth to me so I was to move down there to take care of

her. My cats were to be put down as she would not have them in HER house and

this was HER house - not mine and you are 'not taking charge of it or me or

anything else'. Her last ditch effort of 'control' which was ridiculous to

begin with because I am not her 5 year old that she views me as but a 60 year

old woman who lives several states away from her by choice and has her own life.

She went on to say that she expected me to 'give her my legs' and a doctor down

here would 'rip them off and put them on her' and then she'd be 'fine'. She

said that if I were married, she would expect me to give up her husband like

this woman did who moved in with HER mother and 'that woman didn't have

any $!' I told her as calmly as I could if someone took off my legs (which is

absurd as NO doctor would do that even if I agreed to such an outrageously dumb

thing), but then I wouldn't be able to make her meals and wash her because I

wouldn't be able to stand or walk myself. She said it wasn't 'such a sacrifice'

because 'you'll be in a wheelchair when you're 63 and your legs won't work

anyway by then' so 'why not give them to me now' because I'd 'only be giving

them up for 3 years' and 'she was going to only live another 2 years'. I tried

to explain to her that for one thing I would NOT have my cats put down for her -

they were my CHILDREN as I had no children (no sense saying to her what was on

the tip of my tongue which was 'thanks to you') but anyway at this point what

was the sense. I told her I would get someone in there to help her daily but I

needed yesterday to do it and it wouldn't happen immediately. She said okay and

hung up on me though.

I called her doctor who was in with patients, but left a voice mail. She called

me right back though between patients and asked me if I would agree to hospice

as 'your mother has now gone downhill so rapidly'. I told her absolutely! I

breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and said, " thank you God! " I was afraid

the state would step in and try to force me to either take care of her myself or

since there was no room in her tiny house for a live-in, force her into a

nursing home. I knew as she had reiterated many, many times that she would

commit suicide if she knew she was going to a nursing home. Since I had saved

her life twice from prescription drug overdoses, I know this is true and she has

a stockpile of an opium based painkiller whose name escapes me but anyway she

has been on it for over three years and I'm 100% sure she was stockpiling them

as a neighbor told me she had several vials of pills on her end table next to

the recliner she sat in with the label torn off them. She asked nada what they

were and nada told her 'don't worry about it'. So I had the worry of her doing

herself in and that might still be a possibility if they take her home from the

hospice care center in two days as she told my friend Pip who I asked to call

nada to calm her down that she 'didn't want to live anymore'.

I got nada to calm down after I talked to a hospice group that her doctor highly

recommended and had definitive information to give nada. I told her that someone

would be coming out to assess her very soon and she'd get all the help she

needed which would be covered 100% by Medicare as nada was afraid they would

'drain her of $'.

After a lot of work on my part yesterday with phone calls to numerous involved

people; hospice; going over a friend's house who was with me because her printer

works and mine does not so hospice sent the agreement papers to me as her Power

of Attorney as well as next of kin to sign so they could come in, going to a

local place to fax them etc. I was exhausted emotionally and my legs which are

still healing from pulled muscles in a fall, were aching terribly by the end of

the day. Anyway I got home to a call from the hospice social worker that she

had called nada and nada said she wouldn't let her in unless a NEIGHBOR she knew

was in there with her. I explained to this woman as well as the nursing

supervisor I spoke with originally that nada was diagnosed by a mental health

therapist friend of mine two years ago as BPD so they would know what they were

up against. I held nothing back with these people as I felt it was only fair

since they would be assisting nada in the 'front lines' and deserved to know in

my mind what they were dealing with. I didn't go into any of my issues with

nada as it wasn't necessary. Anyway I called all nada's neighbors who were

helping her and none of them were available to come over. I called my friend

Pip who lived a half hour from nada and she wasn't available either. This woman

said she could be over in fifteen minutes or tomorrow before 1 PM or after 5

tomorrow night. I was beside myself thinking this was going to cascade into

ruin as nada would refuse the help and once again I would be back at square one,

but it turned out that when I called nada back she was miraculously in such a

weakened, desperate condition that she agreed to let the woman come in and 'the

door is open'. I immediately called her back and the woman said yes she would

be there in 15 minutes. The neighbors showed up out of nowhere and they all

convinced nada to go to the care facility! The social worker told me the stench

in that house as well as nada's sores and the fact she couldn't even STAND made

in-house care at this point impossible. Nada also she said couldn't sit with the

sores OR lay down and she needed to lay down. This also gave the neighbors time

to clean her living room and them time to order her a hospital bed. They were

taking it 'one day at a time' but she had agreed to go and then said no she

wasn't going. The social worker told me she would call me back if they didn't

get nada in an ambulance but if she didn't, she would be too busy to call me as

nada had agreed to go to the hospice center. I never did get a phone call from

her but will call her this morning and find out where the hospice center IS in

Dover because nada's one neighbor wants to go see her there. I asked my friend

Pip to go down to see nada (10 minutes from her home and not the 30 minutes

that nada's house is) but she said she was 'too busy the next two days' even

though she is a school crossing guard and there is no school this week for #1

and have been close friends with this woman (supposedly her 'best friend' since

1991!)

So that is my update on nada so far. It is too early to call the hospice office

and I will be shortly. Thanks for listening.

[Guest guest]

OMG Libra! I just read your letter and my heart goes out to you. It sounds like

you are up against an almost impossible situation.

Please forgive me, but I just had to laugh when I read the part about your nada

demanding that you give her your LEGS! I have gotten some unreasonable requests

from my nada, but yours takes the prize! In fact, unreasonable doesn't even

begin to describe how disturbing this request is - perhaps " absurd " or " beyond

perposterous " would be better, but not much. I can't even decide which part is

the most disturbing - the fact that she actually expects you to rip off your own

legs and give them to her - or the way she completely dehumanizes you and

reduces you to no more than a " parts donor " .

Your letter made me realize just how futile our efforts are in trying to please

our BPD parents. We really will never be able to do or give enough to fill the

endless black hole of neediness. It seems to me that you have already gone above

and beyond to care for your ailing nada, and still she demands more and more of

you. I mean, what's next? Well, let me see - she has congestive heart failure,

right? So maybe you could rip your HEART out and give THAT to her. The

neighbor's husband said you were a " heartless bitch " , so obviously, you don't

need it.

Libra, believe me when I say that you are a good daughter. You have done way

more than most people in your situation would do. You have done all that you can

for your nada and you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about. My thoughts

and prayers are with you, and I think I would be safe in saying that everyone on

this board has your back, sister! Please keep us updated on your nada, and

continue to take care of yourself first!

>

> Thanks to everyone who have been reading my long and sometimes arduous posts

about my nada since I joined this group. My journey with all of you through all

of her verbal abuse; innuendos; accusations; control issues; insinuations etc.

have most likely been hard to bear with, but many of you have hung in there with

me and still responded to my posts, which in itself was extremely helpful and

reassuring. Thank you all for that.

>

> As of last week and nada's doctor telling me she was 'very ill with congestive

heart failure and going downhill fast' and the neighbor Ann who told me after

talking to nada's doctor the next day that she was 'dying' (though the woman

doctor would NOT tell me even though I pressed her for an answer), led to my

last post about my nada so this was not a surprise when I received a call back

from her doctor that she WAS a candidate for hospice and would I agree to have

them come in. I had of course pressed the week before for it as the neighbors

were taking shifts bringing and making her breakfast, lunch and dinner, cleaning

her stench ridden bathroom (nada was stock piling dirty Depends in the shower

stall for what they said seemed MONTHS); her toilet as she had no running water

for a month but used the toilet up until last week when she couldn't even stand

or walk at all to the bathroom was, to be polite about it a filthy mess without

going into lurid detail about what was in there besides the obvious. Still these

people think nada is the sweetest, most wonderful woman in their neighborhood

but as we all know this is the facade that BPD's put on for the general public

especially if they need them, but to us, their children we see a far different

face.

>

> To the husband of one of these women Ann I was a, as he called it, " no good,

heartless bitch " who should get 'my ass down there and move in and take care of

her'. This was even occurring yesterday when I tried to call his wife out of

necessity as I needed someone to go over and convince nada that I couldn't give

her the care she required and she needed a professional to do it. Of course I

am not a masochist and I would rather be dead myself than be nada's slave with

the way she is with me, but he didn't give me a chance to tell him my side so to

him I am a rotten human being.

>

> Anyway the day started with nada calling and screaming at me that I OWED her

my LIFE because she gave birth to me so I was to move down there to take care of

her. My cats were to be put down as she would not have them in HER house and

this was HER house - not mine and you are 'not taking charge of it or me or

anything else'. Her last ditch effort of 'control' which was ridiculous to

begin with because I am not her 5 year old that she views me as but a 60 year

old woman who lives several states away from her by choice and has her own life.

She went on to say that she expected me to 'give her my legs' and a doctor down

here would 'rip them off and put them on her' and then she'd be 'fine'. She

said that if I were married, she would expect me to give up her husband like

this woman did who moved in with HER mother and 'that woman didn't have

any $!' I told her as calmly as I could if someone took off my legs (which is

absurd as NO doctor would do that even if I agreed to such an outrageously dumb

thing), but then I wouldn't be able to make her meals and wash her because I

wouldn't be able to stand or walk myself. She said it wasn't 'such a sacrifice'

because 'you'll be in a wheelchair when you're 63 and your legs won't work

anyway by then' so 'why not give them to me now' because I'd 'only be giving

them up for 3 years' and 'she was going to only live another 2 years'. I tried

to explain to her that for one thing I would NOT have my cats put down for her -

they were my CHILDREN as I had no children (no sense saying to her what was on

the tip of my tongue which was 'thanks to you') but anyway at this point what

was the sense. I told her I would get someone in there to help her daily but I

needed yesterday to do it and it wouldn't happen immediately. She said okay and

hung up on me though.

>

> I called her doctor who was in with patients, but left a voice mail. She

called me right back though between patients and asked me if I would agree to

hospice as 'your mother has now gone downhill so rapidly'. I told her

absolutely! I breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and said, " thank you God! "

I was afraid the state would step in and try to force me to either take care of

her myself or since there was no room in her tiny house for a live-in, force her

into a nursing home. I knew as she had reiterated many, many times that she

would commit suicide if she knew she was going to a nursing home. Since I had

saved her life twice from prescription drug overdoses, I know this is true and

she has a stockpile of an opium based painkiller whose name escapes me but

anyway she has been on it for over three years and I'm 100% sure she was

stockpiling them as a neighbor told me she had several vials of pills on her end

table next to the recliner she sat in with the label torn off them. She asked

nada what they were and nada told her 'don't worry about it'. So I had the

worry of her doing herself in and that might still be a possibility if they take

her home from the hospice care center in two days as she told my friend Pip who

I asked to call nada to calm her down that she 'didn't want to live anymore'.

>

> I got nada to calm down after I talked to a hospice group that her doctor

highly recommended and had definitive information to give nada. I told her that

someone would be coming out to assess her very soon and she'd get all the help

she needed which would be covered 100% by Medicare as nada was afraid they would

'drain her of $'.

>

> After a lot of work on my part yesterday with phone calls to numerous involved

people; hospice; going over a friend's house who was with me because her printer

works and mine does not so hospice sent the agreement papers to me as her Power

of Attorney as well as next of kin to sign so they could come in, going to a

local place to fax them etc. I was exhausted emotionally and my legs which are

still healing from pulled muscles in a fall, were aching terribly by the end of

the day. Anyway I got home to a call from the hospice social worker that she

had called nada and nada said she wouldn't let her in unless a NEIGHBOR she knew

was in there with her. I explained to this woman as well as the nursing

supervisor I spoke with originally that nada was diagnosed by a mental health

therapist friend of mine two years ago as BPD so they would know what they were

up against. I held nothing back with these people as I felt it was only fair

since they would be assisting nada in the 'front lines' and deserved to know in

my mind what they were dealing with. I didn't go into any of my issues with

nada as it wasn't necessary. Anyway I called all nada's neighbors who were

helping her and none of them were available to come over. I called my friend

Pip who lived a half hour from nada and she wasn't available either. This woman

said she could be over in fifteen minutes or tomorrow before 1 PM or after 5

tomorrow night. I was beside myself thinking this was going to cascade into

ruin as nada would refuse the help and once again I would be back at square one,

but it turned out that when I called nada back she was miraculously in such a

weakened, desperate condition that she agreed to let the woman come in and 'the

door is open'. I immediately called her back and the woman said yes she would

be there in 15 minutes. The neighbors showed up out of nowhere and they all

convinced nada to go to the care facility! The social worker told me the stench

in that house as well as nada's sores and the fact she couldn't even STAND made

in-house care at this point impossible. Nada also she said couldn't sit with the

sores OR lay down and she needed to lay down. This also gave the neighbors time

to clean her living room and them time to order her a hospital bed. They were

taking it 'one day at a time' but she had agreed to go and then said no she

wasn't going. The social worker told me she would call me back if they didn't

get nada in an ambulance but if she didn't, she would be too busy to call me as

nada had agreed to go to the hospice center. I never did get a phone call from

her but will call her this morning and find out where the hospice center IS in

Dover because nada's one neighbor wants to go see her there. I asked my friend

Pip to go down to see nada (10 minutes from her home and not the 30 minutes

that nada's house is) but she said she was 'too busy the next two days' even

though she is a school crossing guard and there is no school this week for #1

and have been close friends with this woman (supposedly her 'best friend' since

1991!)

>

> So that is my update on nada so far. It is too early to call the hospice

office and I will be shortly. Thanks for listening.

>

[Guest guest]

Wow Libra... I'm not sure if this is good news or bad news, I see a bit of

both here. I can imagine it's a mix of emotions for you right now. And

yes, the legs comment also made me laugh because it's so ludicrous! I'm

glad you could come and give us an update. We're here for you!

Mia

On Thu, Feb 24, 2011 at 9:09 AM, juspeachyinga wrote:

>

>

> OMG Libra! I just read your letter and my heart goes out to you. It sounds

> like you are up against an almost impossible situation.

>

> Please forgive me, but I just had to laugh when I read the part about your

> nada demanding that you give her your LEGS! I have gotten some unreasonable

> requests from my nada, but yours takes the prize! In fact, unreasonable

> doesn't even begin to describe how disturbing this request is - perhaps

> " absurd " or " beyond perposterous " would be better, but not much. I can't

> even decide which part is the most disturbing - the fact that she actually

> expects you to rip off your own legs and give them to her - or the way she

> completely dehumanizes you and reduces you to no more than a " parts donor " .

>

[Guest guest]

I imagine you are having very mixed feelings about this development. As for

myself, I am feeling relief for you. You have been through an incredible

ordeal, such intense verbal/emotional/mental abuse as I would not wish on

anyone.

What your mother has done to herself reminds me (in a way) of a movie called

" Leave Her To Heaven " in which a clearly disturbed but beautiful young wife is

so pathologically jealous of her husband (she wants all his attention all the

time, for herself only) that she murders his younger brother (he's disabled and

she lets him drown) and her own unborn child (she throws herself down a

staircase). Then, when her husband can't take it anymore and is planning to

divorce her, psycho wife blames her younger sister for stealing hubby's

affections, so she arranges for it to appear as though her younger sister

murders her! She actually kills herself (poisons herself with arsenic) and goes

to a great deal of effort to make it look like younger sis did it so younger sis

will get the gas chamber.

That is sort of what your mother has done to you: she has deliberately chosen to

live in increasingly shocking levels of filth and made herself become terminally

ill, when at any point in time she could have chosen a healthier course of

action, and she is probably delighted that it appears to those who don't know

the whole story that her sorry condition is your fault. What a witch.

Well, she will get cared for properly now whether she likes it or not.

I wish you well, and as this ghastly turmoil and angst draws to a close I hope

you will finally find the peace and freedom you never had before.

I feel compelled to offer this speculation: If I were in your place I'd prepare

myself that nada may have one final " up yours " planned. Its possible that she

has or will decide to withhold any or all of her worldly goods from you: that

you will get no inheritance. Based on your descriptions of her, she just might

do that expressly to hurt you one last time. I'd keep that possibility in mind

so that if it does happen, it won't devastate you.

-Annie

>

> Thanks to everyone who have been reading my long and sometimes arduous posts

about my nada since I joined this group. My journey with all of you through all

of her verbal abuse; innuendos; accusations; control issues; insinuations etc.

have most likely been hard to bear with, but many of you have hung in there with

me and still responded to my posts, which in itself was extremely helpful and

reassuring. Thank you all for that.

>

> As of last week and nada's doctor telling me she was 'very ill with congestive

heart failure and going downhill fast' and the neighbor Ann who told me after

talking to nada's doctor the next day that she was 'dying' (though the woman

doctor would NOT tell me even though I pressed her for an answer), led to my

last post about my nada so this was not a surprise when I received a call back

from her doctor that she WAS a candidate for hospice and would I agree to have

them come in. I had of course pressed the week before for it as the neighbors

were taking shifts bringing and making her breakfast, lunch and dinner, cleaning

her stench ridden bathroom (nada was stock piling dirty Depends in the shower

stall for what they said seemed MONTHS); her toilet as she had no running water

for a month but used the toilet up until last week when she couldn't even stand

or walk at all to the bathroom was, to be polite about it a filthy mess without

going into lurid detail about what was in there besides the obvious. Still these

people think nada is the sweetest, most wonderful woman in their neighborhood

but as we all know this is the facade that BPD's put on for the general public

especially if they need them, but to us, their children we see a far different

face.

>

> To the husband of one of these women Ann I was a, as he called it, " no good,

heartless bitch " who should get 'my ass down there and move in and take care of

her'. This was even occurring yesterday when I tried to call his wife out of

necessity as I needed someone to go over and convince nada that I couldn't give

her the care she required and she needed a professional to do it. Of course I

am not a masochist and I would rather be dead myself than be nada's slave with

the way she is with me, but he didn't give me a chance to tell him my side so to

him I am a rotten human being.

>

> Anyway the day started with nada calling and screaming at me that I OWED her

my LIFE because she gave birth to me so I was to move down there to take care of

her. My cats were to be put down as she would not have them in HER house and

this was HER house - not mine and you are 'not taking charge of it or me or

anything else'. Her last ditch effort of 'control' which was ridiculous to

begin with because I am not her 5 year old that she views me as but a 60 year

old woman who lives several states away from her by choice and has her own life.

She went on to say that she expected me to 'give her my legs' and a doctor down

here would 'rip them off and put them on her' and then she'd be 'fine'. She

said that if I were married, she would expect me to give up her husband like

this woman did who moved in with HER mother and 'that woman didn't have

any $!' I told her as calmly as I could if someone took off my legs (which is

absurd as NO doctor would do that even if I agreed to such an outrageously dumb

thing), but then I wouldn't be able to make her meals and wash her because I

wouldn't be able to stand or walk myself. She said it wasn't 'such a sacrifice'

because 'you'll be in a wheelchair when you're 63 and your legs won't work

anyway by then' so 'why not give them to me now' because I'd 'only be giving

them up for 3 years' and 'she was going to only live another 2 years'. I tried

to explain to her that for one thing I would NOT have my cats put down for her -

they were my CHILDREN as I had no children (no sense saying to her what was on

the tip of my tongue which was 'thanks to you') but anyway at this point what

was the sense. I told her I would get someone in there to help her daily but I

needed yesterday to do it and it wouldn't happen immediately. She said okay and

hung up on me though.

>

> I called her doctor who was in with patients, but left a voice mail. She

called me right back though between patients and asked me if I would agree to

hospice as 'your mother has now gone downhill so rapidly'. I told her

absolutely! I breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and said, " thank you God! "

I was afraid the state would step in and try to force me to either take care of

her myself or since there was no room in her tiny house for a live-in, force her

into a nursing home. I knew as she had reiterated many, many times that she

would commit suicide if she knew she was going to a nursing home. Since I had

saved her life twice from prescription drug overdoses, I know this is true and

she has a stockpile of an opium based painkiller whose name escapes me but

anyway she has been on it for over three years and I'm 100% sure she was

stockpiling them as a neighbor told me she had several vials of pills on her end

table next to the recliner she sat in with the label torn off them. She asked

nada what they were and nada told her 'don't worry about it'. So I had the

worry of her doing herself in and that might still be a possibility if they take

her home from the hospice care center in two days as she told my friend Pip who

I asked to call nada to calm her down that she 'didn't want to live anymore'.

>

> I got nada to calm down after I talked to a hospice group that her doctor

highly recommended and had definitive information to give nada. I told her that

someone would be coming out to assess her very soon and she'd get all the help

she needed which would be covered 100% by Medicare as nada was afraid they would

'drain her of $'.

>

> After a lot of work on my part yesterday with phone calls to numerous involved

people; hospice; going over a friend's house who was with me because her printer

works and mine does not so hospice sent the agreement papers to me as her Power

of Attorney as well as next of kin to sign so they could come in, going to a

local place to fax them etc. I was exhausted emotionally and my legs which are

still healing from pulled muscles in a fall, were aching terribly by the end of

the day. Anyway I got home to a call from the hospice social worker that she

had called nada and nada said she wouldn't let her in unless a NEIGHBOR she knew

was in there with her. I explained to this woman as well as the nursing

supervisor I spoke with originally that nada was diagnosed by a mental health

therapist friend of mine two years ago as BPD so they would know what they were

up against. I held nothing back with these people as I felt it was only fair

since they would be assisting nada in the 'front lines' and deserved to know in

my mind what they were dealing with. I didn't go into any of my issues with

nada as it wasn't necessary. Anyway I called all nada's neighbors who were

helping her and none of them were available to come over. I called my friend

Pip who lived a half hour from nada and she wasn't available either. This woman

said she could be over in fifteen minutes or tomorrow before 1 PM or after 5

tomorrow night. I was beside myself thinking this was going to cascade into

ruin as nada would refuse the help and once again I would be back at square one,

but it turned out that when I called nada back she was miraculously in such a

weakened, desperate condition that she agreed to let the woman come in and 'the

door is open'. I immediately called her back and the woman said yes she would

be there in 15 minutes. The neighbors showed up out of nowhere and they all

convinced nada to go to the care facility! The social worker told me the stench

in that house as well as nada's sores and the fact she couldn't even STAND made

in-house care at this point impossible. Nada also she said couldn't sit with the

sores OR lay down and she needed to lay down. This also gave the neighbors time

to clean her living room and them time to order her a hospital bed. They were

taking it 'one day at a time' but she had agreed to go and then said no she

wasn't going. The social worker told me she would call me back if they didn't

get nada in an ambulance but if she didn't, she would be too busy to call me as

nada had agreed to go to the hospice center. I never did get a phone call from

her but will call her this morning and find out where the hospice center IS in

Dover because nada's one neighbor wants to go see her there. I asked my friend

Pip to go down to see nada (10 minutes from her home and not the 30 minutes

that nada's house is) but she said she was 'too busy the next two days' even

though she is a school crossing guard and there is no school this week for #1

and have been close friends with this woman (supposedly her 'best friend' since

1991!)

>

> So that is my update on nada so far. It is too early to call the hospice

office and I will be shortly. Thanks for listening.

>

[Guest guest]

I am so relieved for you - at last nada is can get the professional care she's

needs and has been refusing for so long. Over the years I've been reading your

posts it's been clear what an absolutely tormenting situation it is. There may

still be stresses and last minute gotchas like Annie warned of but I hope the

worst is over for you now.

Take care,