Hospice in the house

It's difficult for me to blog today. My Mom is very ill and we do not know how much longer she will live. I thought about not posting today, but when thinking about my Mom and the book we are reading about Mary Karr as a Mom struggling with addiction I realized my Mom would want me to write today. She knows how much I love writing and how it helps me to process all things positive and negative. So here I go..a writing... again

On page 256 Mary wrote, " Only an alcoholic can so discombobulate her insides that she might weigh in her hands two choices-a) get drunk and drive into stuff with more molecular density than she has, and b) be a present and loving mother to her son-and, on picking the latter, plunge into despair." Mary really explains at this point in her memoir how addiction is such a deadly disease and how even though one may love their child deeply--the addiction trumps all.

On page 257 she describes walking her young child in the stroller past a bar. " ...Pushing Dev's stroller past the sour fumes of a beer joint's door-have to restrain myself from running in and downing the first Bud I can get my mitts on. These powerful urges are close to complete madness, the old drunk self so fully occupying my body, it's like being possessed." And possessed she is.

I had planned to pick another Oprah pick for December but with the situation with my Mom I am not reading as fast as planned. So we will continue with this Memoir through December. Besides it's a crazy hectic month for everyone.

I am still inspired by my experiment to write, hope you are too, Leslie