I never know what day it is
Weird day yesterday, went out at noon and my car clock is off , and I thought I was out for 3 hours and it was 5!! Disconcerting, it was raining and I had no idea...
Is it not the Ides of March?
Part of the problem I had yesterday started with a phone call from my sweetest (though far away ) Aunt. This woman has had a hard road, raised 8 (EIGHT) kids alone The men left. There is too much grief to tell in a book , but you get the idea. None of these kids seem particularly close, though she'd argue it. Anyway if I had eight kids, I'd hope one would help more, not monetarily, just BE with her in time in need. She has ALWAYS been there for them. I don't know if there's "perfect" but she was a heck of a lot better than my parents were (another book)
She's the one I always keep in touch with, she calls me and vice versa, and we moan a little about our fates but we always end up laughing. She is in her 70's but has a kind loving ageless, though simple uncomplicated outlook.
So she called a couple weeks ago and during the call asked if she could ask a very embarrassing question.(remember, she has a gaggle of kids, one lives in the same area, the rest are al over the place. To put it simply, she told me she had a "problem "down there." Then I said "Just tell me, I've had problems everywhere."
So she did, and then I said "You NEED to see a doctor, immediately." and she said she was afraid. She said she was scared of having a 'man" "down there" OK, laugh, but this sweet little old woman is SCARED enough not to get help and she needs it badly
So, I thought for a second then said "Who says it has to be a man?" and she hemmed and hawed a bit and I got all stern, and made her promise to make an appointment with a woman gyn.
Yesterday she called and told me she did it and the Dr examined her , then quietly said "you need to see another Dr, and its a man, but I will be here for you, if it's ok." Well she was already on the table, so she agreed (I am proud of her) and was examined by the premier specialist in the hospital. He agreed with the lady Dr, and they informed her she needed a major operation, quickly as possible. She went home and started making plans for the operation, how she'd get there, how to get back, home care, cooking meals ahead. She informed ALL of her kids. None offered to fly and help her through this, NONE. Out of 8 kids...and this includes a couple who she'd flown to take care of when they were very ill............ugh ...it makes me sick.
I don't know what I can do, my Parkinson's is a little disabling and she lives in Nowhere, N.C., which would require 2 flights a rental car and hotel for a couple nights, the drive from airport to hospital is about 200 miles, but I will do what I can even if I can not get there. I know how scared she must be, my 2 kids live ,3000, and 10,000 miles from me...and damn it it's not an unusual situation. Thousands of people live alone with no help.
At least she belongs to a tiny but nice church and hopefully they can rally round. Sigh, sorry. I am just SO pissed, I am the one who told her to get an exam. I KNEW it was right, but I still feel responsible. Cross your fingers....maybe I can grab a small miracle.
Sorry for venting, but this sucks.
Is it not the Ides of March?
Part of the problem I had yesterday started with a phone call from my sweetest (though far away ) Aunt. This woman has had a hard road, raised 8 (EIGHT) kids alone The men left. There is too much grief to tell in a book , but you get the idea. None of these kids seem particularly close, though she'd argue it. Anyway if I had eight kids, I'd hope one would help more, not monetarily, just BE with her in time in need. She has ALWAYS been there for them. I don't know if there's "perfect" but she was a heck of a lot better than my parents were (another book)
She's the one I always keep in touch with, she calls me and vice versa, and we moan a little about our fates but we always end up laughing. She is in her 70's but has a kind loving ageless, though simple uncomplicated outlook.
So she called a couple weeks ago and during the call asked if she could ask a very embarrassing question.(remember, she has a gaggle of kids, one lives in the same area, the rest are al over the place. To put it simply, she told me she had a "problem "down there." Then I said "Just tell me, I've had problems everywhere."
So she did, and then I said "You NEED to see a doctor, immediately." and she said she was afraid. She said she was scared of having a 'man" "down there" OK, laugh, but this sweet little old woman is SCARED enough not to get help and she needs it badly
So, I thought for a second then said "Who says it has to be a man?" and she hemmed and hawed a bit and I got all stern, and made her promise to make an appointment with a woman gyn.
Yesterday she called and told me she did it and the Dr examined her , then quietly said "you need to see another Dr, and its a man, but I will be here for you, if it's ok." Well she was already on the table, so she agreed (I am proud of her) and was examined by the premier specialist in the hospital. He agreed with the lady Dr, and they informed her she needed a major operation, quickly as possible. She went home and started making plans for the operation, how she'd get there, how to get back, home care, cooking meals ahead. She informed ALL of her kids. None offered to fly and help her through this, NONE. Out of 8 kids...and this includes a couple who she'd flown to take care of when they were very ill............ugh ...it makes me sick.
I don't know what I can do, my Parkinson's is a little disabling and she lives in Nowhere, N.C., which would require 2 flights a rental car and hotel for a couple nights, the drive from airport to hospital is about 200 miles, but I will do what I can even if I can not get there. I know how scared she must be, my 2 kids live ,3000, and 10,000 miles from me...and damn it it's not an unusual situation. Thousands of people live alone with no help.
At least she belongs to a tiny but nice church and hopefully they can rally round. Sigh, sorry. I am just SO pissed, I am the one who told her to get an exam. I KNEW it was right, but I still feel responsible. Cross your fingers....maybe I can grab a small miracle.
Sorry for venting, but this sucks.