Dealing with a lot.
I'm in Hospice every day now with my brother who is dying of two primary cancers. I'm watching him suffocate over and over while he breathlessly begs for help. In three months a man that was six foot five and 240 pounds maybe weighs 135 pounds. Maybe. Looks less.
Because of Covid I am the only one here. One sister had lung surgery and the other is a local East Texas ER nurse who got Covid and the Flu from a patient who came in and refused to mask up. Her lung damage is permanent it looks like she will never work again and gave up the best years of her life and the job she loved.
I can't see her. She was alone until recently and discharged with workman's comp. I can't see her still because the Hospice won't let me in if I do.
On top of it over the last four years my company has went from 1600 to about 150 right now. I have turned grey in the last four years. All those jobs shipped overseas and I have had so many conversations that were unfair to good people. Some of my best friends soon. A decade of friendship and relationships. I am in leadership and run business operations and so I have been following the executive decree. Each time justifying it with the heavy salary and now just riding it our for my 8 months of severance due for my years and level in the company. Now starting to think I won't make it to the other side mentally.
Soon as I'm through this storm I'm going to retire at 41 by the end of the year. It isn't worth it. I can't give my life to the machine anymore to line the pockets of other sewn through the greed and avarice.
Mostly, I just want to fist fight cancer.