Overgrown baby

The breathelessness has grown so bad I could not bath on my own without panting at the end of it. So here I am, a grown man of nearly 40, had to be bathed by my mom. Uh-huh, definitely not a pretty sight! I told my mom what ironic; at an age when I should be pampering her, she is the one who has to take care of me...again; my very basic needs; bathing, washing even powdering!

Ya, when my dad passed away last February after a long lingering illness of which the primary caretakers were my mom and sister, I told my mom and sis that year (2005) I will send them for holidays and to enjoy the good times. We all know how the year 2005 turned out to be...