The two rocks in my life when it came to my medical shit have both respectively taken their own lives about a year apart from one another
What am I going to do now? The people who have been telling me for years that we can all get through this if we all stick together are dead
Every single person on my list of “people I’ve met in my lifetime that also have with Cushings” is dead the only patients that survive this monstrosity that I know are dogs. Literally canines.
I do this twice a week and it’s never an issue
But this week she’s been literally making me sit and wait for her to do things so I can help her when she’s done, and it HAS to happen before I “abandon her for the day”