I am in the middle of a family crisis. Poo, (he is the PA) my youngest child and the one with all the medical knowledge, has been trying to reach my daughter. He called me about another matter and sounded upset. So I asked him what was wrong.
It seems my daughter has not been returning his calls. Only texting him. When I asked him what was wrong with that his answer floored me. Although I was not surprised. "She is my sister and I would like to be able to talk to her just once. At this time next year she will be dead." He wants to set a date where he can come to visit. When all this started, I told Poo that I wanted to be told the full truth all the time. Well, he has been doing that for certain. So I call my daughter and ask her why she hasn't talked to her brother on the phone. "We talk by texting." I asked her if maybe folks would like to hear the sound of a voice instead of texting. So I have become the mediator between the two of them.
My daughter doesn't seem to (or doesn't want to) see why there is a problem. I don't want to push her and blurt out something I shouldn't, so I am letting all the blame fall on Poo. I think I found the solution. When Poo gets upset with my daughter, he should call me, let me break it to her, whatever it may be about, and let him know what she has to say. The same goes for The Pirate. He thinks he has all the time in the world to talk to her or stop by and see her. And I can't tell him the full truth. He would blurt it out to her.
So I have to be the strong one and pretend that the chemo is working. She feels fine right now, but how long that will last does not look good. I am tired of being the strong one in this family. When my youngest daughter died, I had the problems of five small kids dumped in my lap immediately and had no time to grieve myself. It looks like history is going to repeat itself.
Okay, Pity Party is over. Thanks for listening.