I got over the “dip” (a term I learned that happens when you are trying to accomplish a goal) in trying to finish my mother’s advanced directive.
We actually read and filled out four pages!
I am so grateful for this. We got to the part of the directive that discussed medications, and we stopped because she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Quite the win if you ask me.
I am grateful for this, Easter Sunday, where my mom and I were able to communicate clearly, talk about some deep stuff (as far as dealing with her eventual death) and get a piece of a goal done.