It only gets worse. So the night before my mom's chemo my parents got a call that the police boarded up his house. It ended up his wife told them he had guns. He didn't but once they got in there his electrical is so messed up it's a miracle he and his wife weren't burned to death in a drunken stupor.
So now my husband and son are running all over the province cleaning up his mess (they are supposed to be with me on vacation) my dad is barely coping (we are all terrified he is not going to survive all the worry) my mom is hanging in after her chemo and my brother, well he is meditating, going for walks and swimming because the rest of us are cleaning up his mess. Again.