For those of you that play tennis, as the person who was serving at 5-40 when the game score is 3-5, you know I’ve dug myself a pretty good pit. Sadly, this type of situation is a bit of my tennis game calling card. With my partner, we went on to win the set 7-6.
I love competition and in this situation, all I can say is “never give up, never surrender” which is just a silly line from the movie Galaxy Quest. I will focus on just playing that point and plod my way on. I won’t recognize a lost match until the final score actually has me losing. I am a little worried that is not always a good thing.
I recognize, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. My mom is a fighter and has rebounded through issue after issue. In my last conversation with the hospice care team, I again requested that we consider something for mom’s depression. She seems infinitely sad on most visits. It’s easy to find ways to brighten her day, but I know that she’s dealing with the loss of freedom, understanding, and independence as her cognitive abilities decline.
The doctor has approved a new medication that should help her depression as well as will increase her appetite. All things considered, who doesn’t want to die fat and happy? Questioned.