The week crashes down on me

*cross posted

I try to stay in tune with the vibrations of life. My mother laying sick in bed, I try to make her as comfortable as possible.She worries about what's going on, and my reaction to my situation. It's not about me right now I tell her. Let's just get you more comfortable. She loves me so much. She reads me so well. I thought talking about it would really let her down. She still thinks highly of me. She still treats me as an adult. I message her painful feet and legs. I rub her back,. Barry turns up her oxygen. We sit and hold hands with her. I give her kisses on her forehead. Look into her eyes. We laugh a little, to ease the pain. Then I have to leave, in a few days I will be back and do it all over again. I would forever for her. But leaving even for a little I feel like I am abandoning her.