Just when you feel like the clouds might be parting, you realize that the peace you had found was just the eye of the storm as it was passing through.
You guessed it ... death number six, in just fifteen months.
This one makes me almost as angry as my grandmother's did ... it was preventable. Her own family was too dysfunctional to make a difference in her care and she was too stubborn to find new doctors ... despite how badly they continued to fail her.
Her husband is devastated and already hospitalized, awaiting a surgical procedure, with no one to go home to once he is discharged. And still ... each family member is focused on themselves, putting the blinders of selfishness they have lived with for the past decade to maximum usage.
I could understand if the dysfunction drove them apart completely ... but each of them will ride into to town on the a variety of high horses demanding to be the ultimate decision maker and first person called for everything. It is no different than my aunt who hardly spoke to my grandmother and then came to town when she died ... to fulfill her responsibilities as the eldest child. It is just pathetic and stupid.
Where were all of you when I was calling doctors, making appointments, checking for interactions in medication and accurate dosing, buying food and cooking when they were too tired and needed to be taken care of? In your nice comfy lives, half a country away where she was out of sight and out of mind. Not your problem, right?
I fully expect to be made the scapegoat for all their anger this week. And trust me, they are angry with her (especially in death). Despite everything I did to make things better, they will need someone to yell at. To those family members, I have only one thing to say: I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire.
Don't get me wrong ... this woman was not the nicest of people, not even to her family. More likely she behaved worse with her family than anyone else ... but she is still a human being and she is still their mother. She deserved better than being left to die at home, alone.
Posted by Princess Cat at May 28, 2007 05:29 PM @ 05:29 PM in All Things Evil // Permalink | TrackBackIt's exhausting to be the one voice of reason in every conversation. Seems like all you're rewarded with a parade of Darwin Award nominees. I'm sorry for your loss -- sorrier still that the merry go 'round never seems to stop. ...
Posted by: dawn at May 28, 2007 09:10 PMI'm so very sorry. For your loss and for having to put up with the rest.
Posted by: Teresa at May 29, 2007 12:11 PMI'm sad to hear that, hon... may you find a peaceful moment this week to retain your sanity.
Posted by: Miss B at May 29, 2007 07:01 PMThe hits keep coming, don't they? I'm so sorry. For it all.
Posted by: HomefrontSix at May 30, 2007 07:07 PMWell, shit, I guess I'll have to get you laid at my wedding to counter all these bad happenings. Then again, knowing the males that are invited, it might just pile more crap on instead of relieving it.
:-) Smile, you have such a beautiful smile, show the world it can't bring you down.
Posted by: Dorothy at May 31, 2007 12:25 AMWell crap, PC. I'm so sorry. Can I elect you to take care of me if I find myself in the position of checking out?
I hope you get a break soon...as in yesterday.
Posted by: Pixie at June 3, 2007 10:42 AM