I decided to ignore the writing prompt. There’s a lot happening now. I am getting overwhelmed.

So a few cleansing breaths and Mama Mia on the tv, and making myself write about the emotional havoc I am experiencing.

It’s been more than a month since I have been able to work. It started with my back and then my hip, knee and foot. I have been doing physical therapy to build or rebuild my trunk. I don’t know why a foot problem surfaced but it’s probably neuropathy from an accident over 40 years ago. I am able to walk with a cane.

A week ago my dad had his lungs fill up with fluid. It was very concerning for the women in the family. He is recovering after having his medication changed. The staff at the hospital and the recovery center all deserve medals, for putting up with him.

My sister helped Dad call me tonight. After the anxiety of seeing my sister was calling, I was happy to hear from Dad.

He has his energy back. He says his oxygen levels get better when he is active. For now I am relieved. My parents are 87.

I am feeling guilty as my sister does so much for our parents and my children too. My husband is helping with maintaining the house.

I am feeling better and less selfish.

There have been some bad times in the past but we are starting to pull everything together instead of airing past resentments.

Before hanging up my Dad said, “I love you” to me. For the first time in a long time I told Dad that I love him too.