In about a month it will be 2 yrs since my grandad died. He had had a triple bypass the summer going into my senior year of high school. There were complications, he almost died several times, went into a semi-catatonic state, & was on a ventilator for 30-something days. He had the bypass on May 17th & was finally released from the hospital on July 5th. He couldn't walk, stand, feed himself, & was "talking out of his head" (which is how my grandmother described it). We took him home, got Home Health (which sent out nurses, a nursing asst, & a physical therapist several times a week), & he eventually recovered as much as he could. He could walk again, stand, feed himself, dress himself, etc. He still talked "crazy", & did things that were a little off. He once accused a visiting preacher of getting one of the nurses pregnant & he accused my grandmother of swindling money from him. Those are just two of the many things he did, but it didn't matter because we were just so glad that he was alive. There were so many times we had to laugh at the things he said or did to keep from crying.
He lived for 7 yrs after that. Believe me, there were plenty of medical problems that he experienced during that time. He was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, prostate cancer, & COPD. He had problems keeping fluid off & went into congestive heart failure more than once. But in those 7 yrs, he met his only living great grandchild & saw him everyday (because my mom & I raised him from 2 mos old until almost 6 yrs old), he met my DF & knew that I had someone to love me, he got to move back out to the country (which had been his dream for yrs), & we took him so many places. Even though he had all of those medical problems, I remember hearing him pray every night & what he said, "Thank you Lord for letting me live through today, now help me make itthrough tomorrow." And he always told us that he wanted to live every second God would let him.
My mother & I lived with my grandparents for most of those 7 yrs taking care of my grandad. I didn't go out with friends or to parties like most people in their late teens & early twenties. Instead, I raised my little cousin & his half-brother & helped my mother with my grandad. I'm not going to deny that there were times when I just wanted to go out to a movie, a party, or a football game; after all I was young. But I couldn't because my mother, my grandmother, & my grandad needed my help. My aunt certainly didn't care to help & neither did my first cousins.
He was really more of a dad to me than my own father. Now, that's he's gone there's not a day that goes by that I don't miss my grandad & I do have regrets. Mainly, I regret every single time that I wanted to go out instead of staying & helping with him & the two boys, but I guess it's natural to feel that way when you're young. It helps me feel better that I didn't do that, though & that I did everything I could to make his life as long as possible & good. And it helps to remember all of the good times that we shared during that time. I even miss the two little cousins since they are back with their dad.
My advice is to do everything to help your parents. They're both under a lot of stress & probably terrified. Think of your time at school as a break from your mother's illness. Join a club, meet new people, let everyone see the true person that you are, & use this new school year as a new beginning. No one else matters but your family & your friends, so cherish every memory you make with them. BTW, just to explain why the one girl was so upset, I played the piccolo & flute & was in marching & concert band for 7 yrs throughout elementary & high school. Instruments usually cost at least a few hundred dollars & are very easily damaged. For that reason, musicians tend to be very territorial over their instruments. I probably would've been angry, too, if you'd hid mine. I wish your mother the best with her cancer & you with school.