... is what I feel happens after I make the trip to south GA and back in one day. I left home this morning at 5:45 and got back to the house about 8:30. Tail definitely dragging on the trip from Valdosta back to Columbus. Arriving in Valdosta about 11:00 a.m., after spending an hour or so in Q-town, and leaving to head north about 5:00 p.m. If there was a bright spot in all that driving, it would be the place I found on the east side of Albany, the lowest price on gas between there and here: where I paid (cash) $2.30/gal. And if that is not enough to cause envy: in my little Toyo., with the cruise set at 70 most of the way, I was getting nearly 60 mpg.
A seldom-seen cousin was coming east for several days, and I did not want to miss the opportunity to visit and see him. B., who lives in Denver, is the brother of F., who lives in Decatur. He had agreed, after conversation and encouragement from/with his sister, to come and see our collective auntie. She is the youngest of four siblings, my mom's sister, and the last one standing. The auntie is getting dangerously close to her eightieth year, and beginning to have some of the assorted issues that accompany aging. Pondering relocating from south GA to the metro area. I honestly believe anyone that age considering relocating, should only be looking at downsizing/communal living situations. But know better than to attempt to sway her with my thoughts and opinions. Fruitless endeavor and pointless investment of time and energy, to say nothing of words wasted.
There has been an ongoing bone of contention over the auntie's unwillingness to share pertinent information. She does not see the value/importance of having family members know what is going on with her medical status, and equally opposed to letting the next-of-kin be aware of financial business. The 'bone' is that she wants (and needs) assistance with her desire to relocate, which would obviously involve finding new medical support team, and well as expenses of moving, finding suitable housing, etc. Apparently does not feel that the nieces, who are essentially her primary support system, need to be informed. Thankfully, she recently recruited a friend who happens to be a trained nurse, to go with her to doctor's appointments and be an advocate for her in conversations with physicians and office staff.
The cousin B. was there to mediate, and hopefully provide some advice she would be receptive to. I don't know how effective he was. He spent several days with her, and had lots of time to talk, suggest, and try to reinforce his recommendations. He was leaving early today to drive back to Jacksonville, and fly back to CO. I am sure she enjoyed his company over a few days, and hope some of what he offered in the way of opinions and advice might be retained/considered/heeded as wise.
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