If I have, I'm managed to repress it.:)
I've had to clean up a lot of kids and frankly my Mom when she died but no old guy ball handling yet.

I would rent a power washer with a high pressure hose. No touching needed but gramps may want to pucker a little if he doesn't want an enema.

As I mentioned elsewhere, my Mom is under hospice care. I've been going in to STL every other weekend to visit with her and to be with my Dad, brother and sister.

Last Thursday the hospice nurses told Dad, they think Mom has two to three weeks left so Mrs. Dar and the darlets went in with me to say our goodbyes, just in case.

Seeing your Mom shrivel up into a living mummy sucks - and it's just that much harder when you live five hours away.

Fuck cancer.

Geez, dar. I'm so sorry. :(

My good thoughts to you too.
The only benefit to what will always be a painful experience, is that you have a chance to say goodbye and I love you.

Sorry, dar. :(

Sorry dar. Yes, it's appalling and scary to see your mother change so fast. You think "How did that happen so quickly?".

ditto

Thanks everybody. Your kind thoughts are very much appreciated.

Add mine. I'm so sorry. I remember how much it sucked for me too, though it wasn't cancer. With my mom it was like this: she's gonna get better, wait, no she's probably not . . . well, she's doing OK, it'll just take a long time . . . no, she's dying . . . ugh. In the end I think the only recompense is being able to say goodbye. Take care of yourself.

It seems churlish to complain in the light of the above but ...
the better my mum gets, the more she rebels against where she is living. "It's my life and I don't want to live it like this".
She is (at the moment) much better than she was in hospital. But her mental and physical states are so variable (on an hourly basis) and her organisational/rational skills virtually non-existent - she needs 24-hour care but cannot see that.
I'm in for a bumpy ride - the more my mum, in the character that I know and love, comes back to me, the more we're going to argue.

Sorry to hear about it dar. I (we) have been through it a few times now. It never gets any easier. We have one parent left, my mom, in an assisted living home. Her days are numbered I am sure. Well, not really, we have a history of more than a few on both my mom and dads side living well into their 90's and my dad's aunt lived to113. I don't want that.

dar, hugs to you. I spent some of this last week wishing there had been some distance involved in my experience, but through you I hear the difficulty of that option as well.

Limey, my heart goes out to you, as I'd had that exact conversation several times in the last few years, and siswolf and I were dreading the possibility of having to put her into a care facility had momwolf lingered on.

Not at all, limey. I feel for you. You have a difficult road ahead.

Is there anyone whom your Mom trusts implicitly? Sibling, favorite son, favorite doctor? You might get some leverage that way.

Good luck. We're here to listen whenever you need it.

Yeah. I guess this time is going to suck no matter what.