People are busy with their own lives and their own problems.
Unfortunately, health has been an issue the last few years for me and my wife.
I was surprised when some of our closest friends stopped calling.
It was like we had theplague.
My wife and I are both battling cancer, the modern-day equivalent, I guess.
My son said she seemed more than willing to lend a hand.
Honestly, the thought of administering IV meds scared the shit out of me.
I called her when we had a discharge date.
Because of room shortages, patients line the halls of ERs waiting to be admitted.
Insurance companies further complicate the process because they don’t want to pay.
She was in a community theatre group and wouldn’t be available.
I immediately became anxious.
I drove close to 700 miles a week and got home late at night to an empty house.
I put on my big boy pants and learned quickly how to administer IV meds without any help.
In many ways, the neighborhood has turned into a retirement community with just a few young families.
He’s also retired.
He said he could go food shopping or mow my lawn, anything to help.
I’ve never felt comfortable asking anyone for help, not wanting to feel like a charity case.
I couldn’t do it.
That meant sleeping in a chair next to her and not going home.
Boy, did I stink!
I texted him and told him what was going on.
He said he’d be happy to help out.
After he looked at my lawn, he texted me that it wasnt as overgrown as I thought.
He even suggested that someone mightve mowed it.
Maybe one of my other neighbors had done it for me.
I wasn’t home.
I didn’t know.
It was overgrown and long overdue for a mow.
I texted him and asked if he was still willing to help with the mowing.
Then it rained for two days and got hot again.
A few days after that, he was gonna do it.
It was the perfect daynot too hot and no rain in sight.
I texted him back not to worry; I had freed up some time to do it myself.
Really, what’s the point?
It’s such a letdown when theydon’tdo what they say, say what they mean…
