Cold Lemonade with a Touch of Vodka

I am so done with today and it is only 4:30.  I got up this morning and took the chickadees to school.  Came home.  Did a bunch of change of addresses.  Made an appointment to donate blood which I hate doing because it scares me.  But I know how important it is so I do it anyway. Still, I hate it. Spoke to my mom's new gynecological oncologist. (I love her.)  I made appointments to get windows in our new home.  I was checking things off my checklist left, right and centre.  I went to work and took a client out, took another client from Wednesday and saw her today instead.  Picked up the chickadees at school.  Picked up some groceries.  Came home. Phone rang 3 times within five minutes of coming through the door. I then called the oncology department.  I called my mom's lab to set up a home visit.  I called oncology again. The lab called me back.  My mom called.  My fiance called to cancel an appointment for tomorrow.  And now!  And now,  I am drinking some cold lemonade with a dash of vodka.  I am not much of a drinker and have had the bottle of vodka left over from a friends birthday in February.  I was glad to have it today!   
When I spoke to my mom's oncologist the news was the same.  No more treatment.  She did say something different from the Internist.  She said she does not believe in giving a time limit on how long her patients have to live.  She said she doesn't do it because they are often wrong.  So why did the Internist do it?  Remember that post?  The horrible telling was so unprofessional from a doctor that did not even know my mom.  Anyway, the Oncologist is now saying they do not know.  I am angry at the Internist for doing something he had no right to do. He has no idea what he has put our family through.  The thing is, he is likely right or not too far off but so much of this should have been handled better.  I will be speaking to the Palliative department in our city about how poorly this was handled.  
OK, I am tired and rambling.  


Namaste.