Worries

A few weeks ago, Momma told me about changes to her plans to have surgery. Back then, we thought that she needed a hip replacement, and although we were nervous about surgery, she was so happy to get to be mobile again.

Things change. Her Mom, my Grandma, died from complications of elective surgery. Needless to say, this made Momma nervous. She decided to get checked out to be sure of her surgery risk. Since then, everything has gone haywire. She has really high blood pressure, is now on Coumadin, and is on special water pills.

We thought, damn, she's getting older and that sucks.

Now, when I talked to her today, she talked about dying, and she wasn't kidding. What do I do about that? Especially since her kitty tossed up a hairball in the basement, and my dad said, "The cat left you a present." Her ankles are huge, she has trouble breathing, and her memory/word choices aren't what they should be.

I am so overwhelmingly angry at my dad. I'm worried beyond worried for Momma. I don't know what to do.