Some care shown to mom
When I visited mom and dad I saw mom’s feet. They were horribly swollen as were her legs and knees. She was on different medications, each one conflicting with the other. The doctors were not coordinated. She was also having trouble sleeping, getting maybe 2 hours per night.
During my five day stay each day I would spend 30 minutes massaging her feet. She told me at night they would suddenly constrict and tighten and wake her up violently. I worked on them, using manipulation, pressure points, muscle massage and instincts to relax the pressure. I knew this was a symptom, not a cause but maybe loosening the area would allow her to sleep. For five nights she slept around five hours per night. I think one night she had difficulty, and that may be because I didn't work on her that day. My father had taken her to numerous doctors about her sleep problem. What I did was a solution. Real effort, and time, and care, and energy were required. No doctors or anyone else were willing to do this.
I think for three mornings we exercised for 20 minutes and that helped her. On her own, she didn't continue the exercises. My dad didn't massage her feet, nor did he pay someone to do it. I didn't and couldn't stay. Continuing my life, and not stopping it while in motion, was the choice I made. This choice I made haunts me a bit. My mom said there is a price for everything. How true. But at least for four to five days I showed my mom care and love and sacrifice.