And the hits just keep on coming.

Mom was hospitalized again last week, this time with two pulmonary embolisms (holy shit!) and acute pancreatitis brought on by the chemotherapy drug 6pm that her gastroenterologist had put her on after the prior hospitalization in December. While it took her clown posse of doctors severals days to get together and figure this out, they eventually did take her off the drug. Though now she will have to be on blood thinners for months to prevent further blood clots.

So my move home is looking more and more inevitable, though I still have no idea how I would be able to do it, given the fact that I am close to upside down in my mortgage and the foreclosed house next door to me hasn't even been looked at in months.

I did finally get to talk it out with my "pseudo-therapist" this weekend, which definitely helped get the situation off my chest, even if there were no easy answers found. I'm a little less angry about the whole situation today than I was last week. Still depressed and incredibly frustrated, but I guess it's going to have to be baby steps.