Weekly vent...will, estate planning

I just checked my previous posts, and my last vent was last Wednesday.  I'm about due for another one.

Besides my Mom (aged 64) being on home hospice for her CC recurrence which is terminal, my Dad (aged 69) is progressing with his vascular dementia.  His short-term memory is all but shot.  We tell him almost daily that Mom's dying of cancer, and every time we tell him it's like the first time he's heard it.  He says the doctors are all quacks because they can't cure my Mom.  Every day he visits Mom at my sister's house where she's staying, and every day tries to talk her in to coming back home.  Which is impossible.  He's obsessed with collecting things from in and around the house, mostly keys and wallets.  Which means we often can't find his car or house keys.  He knows my name but often forgets I'm his daughter.  That doesn't bother me as much as when he looks at my daughter, the oldest grandchild at 11, and says, "Who are her parents?"  He watched her 3 days a week from aged 3 months to 9 months.  Stuff like that is REALLY hard.

My sister and I are trying to get everything in order as far as our parents' will, bank accounts, POA, etc. I am just so frustrated.  At some point, my poor Dad must have forgotten the code to their lock box in the den.  He somehow pried the entire door off with a crowbar!  So much is missing, misplaced somewhere in their house.  We can't find their passports, the last few tax returns (we're worried he didn't complete them properly), and most importantly his POA documents and the will.

I have some attorney names, and a list of questions for them.  I guess I'll be on the phone most of the day tomorrow.

I'm just feeling pissed off right now.  Once every week or so I go through this - why us, why me?  Not only is my young beautiful mother dying of cancer, my father is not my father anymore. I'm feeling really angry and almost bitter.

Sorry, this really doesn't even belong on this forum, maybe not even on this website, since most of my frustration today has nothing to do with cholangiocarcinoma.  But I feel a little better when I type it out.

Took my Mom for bloodwork this morning, including the CA19-9 marker.  She has an appt with the oncologist next Tuesday to find out the results and to get his decision one way or the other if she can go on the family cruise next Thursday.  I have very mixed emotions.  Just getting to and from the bloodwork lab, and an hour in Macy's looking for a new purse and some cruise clothes for her, she was completed worn out.  Like she could barely make it from the front seat of my van to the wheelchair.

OK, if you read all of this, you're a saint.  Thanks.