Lists and more lists

The phone call came about 9:30 last night... and it started a flurry of calls even last night...

Just trying to come to grips with what must be done today... so much to do and think about. But the plus side of the internet and email and Facebook is that we can send out the information quickly and with a few taps of the keyboard, rather than phone call after phone call.

Those calls have been hard enough as it is... Draining. Emotionally numbing. Comforting other people's tears when ours are waiting to fall.

The kids are OK. My schedule is upside down but everyone understands.

I didn't sleep so well last night... but she did.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord.

Dealing with it

OK. The time for crying is over.

Today I started making lists. All of the things that fall to me...
- packing up the house.
- finding a storage unit because even though she can't live there, she can't get rid of anything.
- calling hospice, who tell me I need her prognosis and life expectancy in writing.
- calling the oncologist... only to find out that since I am not the designated health POA I can't get any information on her prognosis and life expectancy.
- calling the family member who IS the designated health POA and then sitting beside them as they make the phone call to the oncologist, and handing them tissues.
- canceling utilities, papers, and forwarding the mail... accomplished because I lied and said that I was her. (I learned. Lie.)

I'm home. Now I can cry.

Oh God. This sucks.