My grandpa has a tumor. They told us it was benign and now he has 8 months to live unless he has surgery.
The problem is that he's afraid of cities, and his doctor is in Seattle. Also he thinks it will only take 3 days for him to get back on his feet after BRAIN SURGERY. Thankfully there's 2 assisted living homes a few blocks from my house. We would send him home with a live-in nurse but he's a horder & his house is too full for someone who just had ear/brain surgery to try to walk around in. Also he might try to go horseback riding, and there's no way that would end well.
My poor grandpa. He lives in a world that hasn't existed in decades, a world where everyone just lives by themselves in little houses on the frontier. And he's in denial of how bad things really are.
But my mom doesn't have the luxury of denial. She has to juggle her business, deal with her dad & handle his doctors at the same time. I heard her crying earlier.