I'd also like to give a bit more detail on the time specific to his quitting. So, in March 2018 I was diagnosed with Stage 3, Grade 3, -3X breast cancer. Scary stuff!!!
I found an amazing oncologist and learned as much as I could to understand what I had so that I could make educated decisions about my situation. My son also did some research, but most of what he found was very dire. I found a mix. He went with me to many of my Dr. appts and we found that it wasn't as dire as he had originally thought, but it was going to be a tough fight.
Part of my thoughts is that he still hasn't let go of his dire research.
Chemo was hard....vey hard. I lost more than 100 lbs (ok, I needed to lose it anyway) Losing 20lbs a week though was really tough on my body and I ended up in ER several times due to nausea and lose stools that were uncontrollable. The end of my chemo cut short my treatment as my Oncologist felt that it was taking too much out of me and the negative side affects caused partial sight loss (temporary according to the ophthalmologist) and some nerve damage (minor stuff).
It was during this time that my son quit while we were right in the last weeks of a major house renovation on an investment property. He also stopped helping me with my chickens. I was barely able to walk from my bed to the bath, much less take care of the chickens. Even feeding my dogs was a struggle, but I hired help. He liked the chickens as did my youngest grandson, but he felt like I wasn't trying to take care of things. I really was. I ended up having to get a transfusion three times because of my anemia. YES! Another JW no no. Thankfully, I have an amazing gardener that really pitched in with the dogs and my garden in exchange for some tomatoes, onions and ginger. He always filled their outdoor water for me.
December I had my mastectomy and he was sitting at the end of my bed in the hospital when I woke up. He asked how I was feeling and then left. He fed the dogs for two days while I was in the hospital.
When I got out of the hospital two of my friends alternated coming by to see if I needed anything. Its been a slow recovery in my opinion, but I've never been physically challenged so it is hard not to be as able as before but I'm working on it. I can now walk a full mile (with rests) and my memory is coming back just recently. I'm excited about that.
My memory was really irritating to my son for some reason. I don't know why other than the fact that he leaned on me to remind him of things sometimes. His grandfather died with Alzheimer's and his father has been diagnosed and showed signs of it at the same age my son is now. So, maybe my memory struggles were too much emotionally? IDK...