Just gawd damn...
Feb. 26th, 2006 02:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heathrowgaWhenever I think I'm getting better handling my mom's illness, I'm slapped upside the head with how much I want to still fix things. She's now started in that "obviously she's not getting good care because she's not getting better" line of BS. She had the audacity to tell me that her body should regenerate after she's been doing "everything right" for the last 9 months.
Slight problem with that attitude: it's dead wrong. She's killed so much of her liver that healthy tissue has been replaced with scar tissue. Scar tissue is effectively dead tissue. This has been explained to her over and over again. The only way she'll ever feel better is to replace her liver with a donor liver. The truth of this bounces off her.
Why in the hell can't I get her to understand this? And barring that, why can't I get it in my head that I can't fix her? I rage against her denial, which is probably my own form of denial.
Slight problem with that attitude: it's dead wrong. She's killed so much of her liver that healthy tissue has been replaced with scar tissue. Scar tissue is effectively dead tissue. This has been explained to her over and over again. The only way she'll ever feel better is to replace her liver with a donor liver. The truth of this bounces off her.
Why in the hell can't I get her to understand this? And barring that, why can't I get it in my head that I can't fix her? I rage against her denial, which is probably my own form of denial.
