Driving down the road today; some lady was following behind us so close she could have almost zippered up the back of my dress. I'm trying not to lose patience, thinking I have precious cargo in my car, so what do I do? Give her the finger in the mirror, not once but twice... what a stupid way to let off steam because work still wants you to work, but you also need to be a daughter, care-giver, mother, wife, and everything else, and a cancer care-giver. Whew.... no wonder we don't feel we can cope, but somehow we do end up making it work.... let go of work/job as much as you can, realize time is short with your parent....