This Is All In One Week???!!!

Again, it’s been awhile since I wrote my last blog, and most of what I am going to be writing about today has to do with events that took place last week, but I haven’t had the words or the courage to write about it. Let me explain…..

I started to tutor a girl when she was in 5th grade. She was having behavioral problems, anger issues, and she wasn’t doing her homework willingly. A mutual friend of mine and her mom knew I was having a hard time with my own depression and other issues and thought that perhaps my being her tutor could help both Her and myself. It would help me by giving me a purpose, a reason to keep going, and it would help her hopefully to not fail and to have a friend and give her hope also. Well, it worked. Long story short, She made it through Jr. High school…..with issues yes, and she was at a behavioral school, and in therapy etc, but I was there as a mentor, a friend, a big sister, and she became a little sister to me too. She knew she could always call me, and she would when she was fighting with her mom or having a bad day etc. Well, last year, her and her mom moved to California. She’s a senior in high school now, 17 years old. They moved out there and things turned around for her. She created a new self. She made friends, she was doing great in school, on track to graduate a semester early and was even taking AP classes to get ahead on college credits. She was going to apply for a pre-nursing program and she had goals, dreams, and hope of it all happening. We talk every couple of weeks on the phone and every week by text. She’s a huge part of my life. I love her like I said like a little sister. She helped me through one of the toughest times of my life, and I helped her too. We just have a special bond. She is 14 years younger than me, but it doesn’t matter. She’s someone I could never explain how much I care for and like I said we just have this special bond. Well…..last Monday, while I was at work, she called me. She says, “I have something to tell you.” I told her I was at work and didn’t have much time to talk, and she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were at work, this isn’t something I can tell you while you’re at work” and I responded with “well now you HAVE to tell me because otherwise I’ll be worried all day”. She said ok, and then proceeded to tell me she’s pregnant. All I could say was “wow, ok, well, I’ll be here and support you through all of it.” and that was it. I didn’t talk to her again until Saturday. The time between Monday and Saturday though? Some of the hardest days of my life. I felt disappointed, scared for her, and shocked. I didn’t know what to do. I felt as if maybe I didn’t teach her just how much she truly is worth, that she is worth more than this, she is worthy of her dreams and her goals. That she can and will achieve her goals. I didn’t want to tell her I was disappointed in her but I knew I needed to. I needed to tell her that no matter what she will always be the same person to me, nothing less. That I will never look at her any differently, that I can’t imagine how scared she is right now, and that this is not a get out of college free card. I had to tell her that she could still reach her goal of becoming a nurse, and finishing school. That things are going to be harder, and the timeline will look different and life is not going to be easy, but she is capable and my expectations of her will be no less. This is exactly what I told her on Saturday when I called her. Saturday though, after I was done telling her all these things, she told me she was going to marry the father of her baby. ¬†They have been dating for the entire time she’s lived out there, and he is a nice boy, but I told her not to rush into this, that they don’t have to be married to be a good mom and dad. She said she knew that, but that his parents won’t let him be part of the baby’s life unless he marries her. They are getting married in March. She asked me to be her maid of honor, how could I say no? So now, I guess I’m going out to CA in March to be part of her wedding……… oy vey……let’s just say I wish I could say this was all that happened in this past week………….but it’s not…..

Monday my dad and my grandma took my grandpa to the doctor, who gave him some medication that was supposed to help with anxiety and to help him sleep at night. Well, my grandpa has dementia also, and he had an adverse reaction and started hallucinating and becoming very agitated and angry and mean really. He didn’t sleep for 48 hours and when my grandma finally called the doctor he told her to take him to the hospital to make sure it wasn’t another stroke or brain bleed. It was neither of these things, and they admitted him to the geriatric psych unit where he could be better observed by doctors and nurses and hopefully they would find what was going on. So he was admitted on Thursday and he still isn’t home. He is really confused, unsure of what’s going on, and the dementia obviously isn’t any better, but he did stop the other symptoms for a bit but now the doctors are going to try another med and I’m scared. Scared of what it’s going to do to him, what reaction he will have. It’s a strong medication they are going to try and I’m just not sure about it at all. I have a mental illness myself and have tried multiple meds and I know the different meds and their purposes etc pretty well. I don’t claim to be a doctor, but I really am not sure about this med they are going to try. They said they want to try it in the hospital so they can be sure they are there to help if he does have an adverse reaction, which I think is good, but they are saying he may need to go to palliative care after this hospital stay which is a nursing home for patients right before hospice care. I’m scared, I’m feeling lost, and I don’t want to accept my pa may not be with us much longer. I also know though that he has pulled through times like this in the past, so I don’t want to give up hope either. He is so important to me. My family is really close. Pa is a huge part of my life. Sunday dinner at pa and grandmas and he was always at school events or birthdays or whatever it may have been. He would always give us a shiny penny for doing things good (that was a big deal to a little kid lol) and his birthday is on Veteran’s day and he had my sister, cousins, and I all convinced we had the day off of school for his birthday. He has taught me to be strong, to always laugh, and never be afraid of standing up for myself and working hard. He always says I love you and taught me how important that is, because you never know when that will be the last time you see them. He loves to joke, and that sheepish/ mischievous smile he gets sometimes you know he’s still in there even with the dementia taking over.¬† I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for my pa.

All this in one week….let’s just say I’m a bit tired. I’ve only cried 3x at work this past week……which I guess is pretty good…..considering my emotions are all over the place and I just couldn’t stop the tears. I’m lucky to work where I do where people around me understand and don’t judge me for a bad day.

I just pray and know I have to rely on God as He is greater than all of this.

Thank you to all of you for reading this and not judging, but for “listening” blessings to you all and Merry Christmas.

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