The Phone Calls I Hate | by Linda Brendle

I wrote a post a while back about phone calls  and what they can mean to a caregiver or anyone whose loved one is aging or in ill health. The subject phone call turned out to be a false alarm. Instead of blood, Mom was throwing up marinara sauce. I’ve had a couple of phone calls this week that weren’t THE phone call, but they weren’t false alarms either. All week words like we may be out of options and this is sometimes the beginning of the final episode have been haunting me.