It has been a pokey day. The Pirate is here. He worked for a half day. Now he is resting. So I sit down at the computer and open DC. There is a bunch of emails and I go through them one by one. The last one I opened tossed me for a loop.
It was from my niece. My sister's youngest daughter. I haven't heard from her in eight years. Her last sentence read,
"Auntie please call me. I am at BIH. I am so tired and all alone.
My number is ..... . "
I collect myself and make the call. She has a blockage in both upper and lower intestines. Fortunately they were able to remove both without surgeries. But the kicker news was that she has cancer in her lung. Two tumors in the same lobe. She is on chemo and radiation. And she is responding to treatment. She is 57 years old. The same as my daughter. Her two siblings live in other states and she never sees them.
There were some hard feelings made at my sister's funeral. As a result, me and my kids have made no attempt to keep in touch with her children. Nor they with us. Today's phone call tells me it is time to mend some fences. My nieces message is speaking loud and clear to me. I don't know what the future holds for her, but to think she is going through this all alone is unthinkable. Everyone needs family. Even if it is once removed. My kids have a lesson to learn.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"