It’s Monday again. I’ve been coming here and jotting things down for the past week or so, which means this will probably be another ramble. Fair warning. Dolly Parton died and it’s just so sad. Tributes everywhere and somehow I cannot believe I don’t own a single Dolly Parton T-shirt. How has that happened? Terry…

Thursday morning I went over to my dad and Kathy’s. Kathy was leaving for her Florida fun trip. Matt came with me because he was installing her new dishwasher and working on the bathroom renovation, and I was there to sit with my dad, get him cleaned up and ready for the day before he…

I am so fucking tired. Not regular tired. Not “I stayed up too late” tired. My body feels slow and sluggish and heavy. Everything hurts. Everything aches. There are mornings when getting my ass out of bed feels like the first major accomplishment of the day, and the day hasn’t even fucking started yet. I’ve…

Kathy had a birthday. We were able to steal her away for a few hours while Michael stayed with my dad. She still carries everything. Working, updating the house, managing my dad, hospice, caregivers, medications and everything else. I tell her to sit down. Rest. Relax. Do absolutely nothing for a little while. She literally…

Taking care of my dad has me thinking about my mom. Not in a nostalgic way. In a guilty way. In a what-did-I-do-and-what-didn’t-I-do way. Watching how present I am with my dad, I find myself thinking about her end of life and how different I was then. How much less present. And it sits with…

It’s been a while. I’ve made attempts to get back here. I have these profound, important thoughts on the drive to work or on the way to my dad’s, things I wish I wrote down, and then the second I actually sit down, they’re completely gone. Every single one. Vanished. Just me staring at a…

When Kathy left for Paris to meet up with Crissy and fam, I packed a bag and moved in with my dad for six days. A year ago I probably would have gone into that week bracing for disaster. Instead I got something more complicated than that. I got time with my dad. Right before…

I received this little graphic about the evolution of the blog: 2021–2023 Molly: “How do I survive this?”2024 Molly: “Why is this happening?”2025 Molly: “How much more can one person carry?”2026 Molly: “How do I build a life inside all of this?” Yeah. That’s it. I didn’t plan any of that — I just kept…

Boy. I really rambled on yesterday. I am keeping this short. It’s Friday and I am so ready for the weekend. Another crazy storm came through last night. Tornado sirens going off at 8:30pm. I had to wake Matt up out of a dead sleep and drag Fiona out from under the bed so we…

Let’s start with the good news. Frank is doing well. Really well. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. We are done with the emergency vets and specialists for now and back to just seeing Dr. Palmer, who is an absolute sweetheart. The diagnosis is in — PLE, Protein-Losing Enteropathy, with inflammatory bowel disease. The name is…