My daughter had a cancer scare early last year. It was caught early and removed, followed by a session of chemo which I know is gruelling.
She lives 300 miles away and said I was not to visit as she couldn't cope with me 'so-called helping'. So I stayed away. I have mobility problems anyway and wouldn't have attempted to drive all that way at my age (80+) and the train involves several awkward changes.
She is now recovered and came to visit us last week. It was a nightmare.
Nothing was right.
Especially the food. She now doesn't eat chicken or lamb or anything made of minced beef. She is on a low fibre diet so bread has to be white and cereals carefully chosen.
She slept till lunchtime which was fine, but then criticised my having not hoovered the living room carpet (not done because I hadn't wanted to wake her).
My hair was wrong, my clothes were wrong, I didn't feed thee cat thee right food, and my food was muck.
The duvet was too hot, the bedroom was too cold and she wanted feather pillows.
I could go on.
Someone told me cancer patients are often like this and there's a name for it.
I hope this is true because I'm feeling hurt and beaten and at the moment I don't want to see her again for a long time. This is sad because we previously had a great relationship.
Have you stopped buying papers?
Retiring and living frugally in money from downsizing after years of stress


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