Poppa was supposed to be going home this week. Suddenly he got his fever back and cannot go yet. Then my grandma--his ex-wife--got admitted for the second time this year. She's been fighting some illnesses herself recently. My mom's not letting anyone help because her parents are "her own responsibility." I understand why she's taking all this on by herself; if I were the only child in town I probably would too. But I wish she'd understand that we're all family and I want to help. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow whether she wants me to or not so she can go home and shower and just be away for a while. Between their suffering, my mom's constant stressed state, and my unsuccessful search for employment (a much smaller problem, but still a problem), this month is not going so well.