Hi, still here.
I've made the call to be done with work and spend time with Dad. Last day is Friday next week. The stress of not keeping up with my job, worry about letting people down and feeling torn that I needed to be with Mum and Dad outweighed the financial need in the end. Work's been great, so understanding. After the last episode with Dad, I just couldn't get back into it and work was no longer the distraction I'd appreciated in the early days of all of this. Still feel like I'm leaving people in the lurch, but I just can't do it anymore.
Dad's back on chemo. It's not great. At least he was more himself mentally when I saw him last weekend, even if very physically limited. The new nagging worry at the back of my brain is that we're all distancing ourselves from him and he from us. On his part, it's likely just focussing on those things he absolutely needs to, because his mental and physical energy is finite and very, very limited these days. On our part, is it fear and/or an unhealthy sense of self-preservation? Self-preservation is a good thing, don't get me wrong, but I don't think that's the right way to go about it. When we're there next on the 2nd, I'm going to make the effort to touch him more (for me, the distancing has been physical). I know Mum's been sick, so keeping her distance is wise, but I heard less use of their terms of endearment over the weekend. She's very tired too.
I'm 29 weeks today and we've finally sorted out a load of baby stuff. I've been offered my pick of the nice and barely used things belonging to a daughter-in-law of Mum's friend and we've just got to agree a price and pick up. Our room is now inhabitable and the baby's room gets demolished this weekend. Within eight weeks, it should be habitable. We hope. Oh god do we hope! I bought another load of maternity clothing (a second pair of jeans, a top and jersey that double as nursing items and a dress) that I hope will last me through the end of the pregnancy. I can buy more long singlets, I suppose, if required. We start ante-natal classes tonight.
I'll drive down for time with Mum and Dad in May while I still can, in addition to the flights I already have booked. It's a five and a half hour drive at least, plus stops. I don't imagine I'm going to be keen on that much longer, given my size and the fact I usually get a sore back when driving for more than a couple of hours at a time.
2015 is slipping away into a morass of practical arrangements, the fall punctuated by moments of heartbreak.