This Crazy Life

We’re down 4 pounds.  In a week.  I should not find it shocking.  Or disheartening.  But it is.  Very.  To both.  She of course does not think it’s any big deal.  She needs to know what she weighs because her plan is to lose weight to a level she’s happy with.  Then she’ll stop and will hold steady.  Which isn’t possible.  And she can’t lose 4 pounds a week (she doesn’t know this, but she knows she’s down).  And her doctor is already talking about if it’s another big loss next week she’ll have to talk to ERC again because she can’t just keep letting her lose.  And I get it, I really do.  But I don’t want to go back to php.  I don’t want to go back to treatment.  I actually talked to her nurse case manager and her doctor about maybe getting some home health set up.  Someone that can come in and supervise meals that isn’t me.  Someone that can maybe help keep her home.  She hates the idea, but I personally like it.  Someone else can be in charge and she’s here.  It sounds like a win win to me.  I’ll keep you posted.