There haven’t really been any updates. My mom’s treatment has been denied twice so she still hasn’t started chemo. The hospital says this happens and might just be a quick paperwork issue. I continue to feel like there isn’t much purpose to me being here. I’m fighting my feelings of being a drain or stressor so far. Both mom and my brother have used my printer repeatedly so I’m at least offering basic copy shop or library services and they do eat tuna and chicken salad when I make it.
I’m finishing a project that while simplistic was also a bit grueling and made me continually question if I had any skill or technique. THE USUAL. I shrug and plug along.
I need to find a home and for my mom to be okay. For everybody to be okay. And I need Fafner. I fucking insist.
