So I posted recently about my daughter's relapse, which is ongoing. However, this past week was apparently created to test my strength. First, my parents who live about 2 hours away and are elderly- my dad has early stage dementia and my mom is visually impaired- decided my dad could drop my mom off to get a manicure and she could draw him a map and he would find his way back. Wrong- he got lost, so she started walking. She made it 3 miles, then tripped on a median, smashed her face in and broke off her front teeth. Fortunately a kindly young woman helped her, got a hold of my dad and took my mom for medical treatment and back home. I have a foster son who I got when he was 13. He had a very difficult childhood and as an adult has been in and out of my life to varying degrees. He moved back to my town a few years ago. He has 4 kids. His wife was driving the car about 6 years ago and crashed and their 5 year old child died. His wife has not been mentally or physically right since. My son is an alcoholic. I got a call at work on Friday that he was in the ER, so off I went. He had a seizure and smashed his head into the wall at his house. A few months ago he was driving and had a seizure and totaled his car and I can't believe he wasn't killed. His blood alcohol was over .2 this time. He's supposed to take seizure medications twice a day and see a neurologist, which I doubt he will do. He told me he will go to medical detox, but I doubt he will follow through. He's 35 with impaired liver function and horrific eczema that won't clear up because of the huge amount of alcohol he consumes. He stays drunk all the time, while my daughter is a binge drinker. Good lord, I couldn't have a breakdown if I wanted to because I have to be the calm in the eye of the storm. Send me positive energy, good vibes, prayers, great juju, anything you can spare to get me through this mess.