Spent most of my 4th helping my mother and grandmother. Having a spinal injury courtesy of uncle Sam, doesn't help, but I'm all they have. My grandmother is getting progressively worse. Her kidneys and heart are failing and it hurts badly to see her like this.

My mother is not doing much better. Her lungs are being burned by stomach acid travelling up her esophagus and leaking down her trachea into her lungs. She is wearing herself out trying to take care of my grandmother. I'm very concerned that when my grandmother passes, my mother will shortly after.

I know death is inevitable. It just really sucks because I have so many things of my own to deal with too. They are the only family I have left in contact with me. I've lost everything I've ever l--ed and fought for, and it is killing me to see them both suffering and I can't do anything about it.

I've always cared about others more than myself, even strangers. I've helped so many people and tried to help solve their problems. It has caused me nothing but loss, an almost entire life of solitude. When they both pass, all I will have left is my cat. I can't deal with people much anymore. All of them want something. And when they get it, I'm instantly invisible or a piece of #@!&#. I really wish I knew why people are punished for being kind and caring.