I'm five months into my slow fade and it's going so-so. My Saturday morning was spent on a 3-mile jog and taking the kids to the park, which was great, but I'm still shuddering from the potential alternative. At the last meeting, an elderette literally blocked the exit to prevent my escape and said she just "noticed" that we were in the same field service group and would I like to work with her in service on Saturday? Ok, I didn't want to be uncharitable and reference the fact that I've been assigned to that service group for OVER A YEAR and she just noticed, nor that she has never spoken to me, called me, or probably even thought of me until she noticed I wasn't going in FS and decided to make it her personal mission to encourage me. Ugh. So I said, "hm, Saturdays are tough, but if there is a day that would work, I'll call you!". Exit quickly stage left.
Then my mom called and wanted to know if we were going to the DC next weekend to catch the day we missed last month due to "not feeling well." Me- "oh, hm, haven't really planned that far ahead, seems like a long way off." Her- "It's not really that far off. You won't want to miss the drama- it's about Esther! It's supposed to be really good!" Me- "oh, yeah, hm". Awkward silence. Change of subject.
Finally, the most heart-breaking part of my day, my little girl asks me if I'm going to the meeting tomorrow and I say "no." So she says "when are you going to start going to meetings again?" and I say "I'm going to go as little as possible from now on." She walks away and I can only hope she's wondering why and starting to think rather than pondering that her mommy is going to die at Armageddon.