MeanLaureen
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Long post - sorry in advance
Quick background -
My mom has lived with me all my life - when I was old enough to buy my first house (22 yrs old) I decided that she had given up so much in her life to give to me that it was my turn to let her have whatever she wanted without any financial worries. This was back in 1989.
(my dad abandoned us when I was 5 - my brothers are 10 and 15yrs older than me and at the time my family was very wealthy so they got everything and more as kids growing up - where I was left basically living at poverty with my mom who went back to work after 25 yrs to take care of us)
So you can see we have been close and I have taken on the responsibility of caring for my mom.
About 2 yrs ago she was diagnosed with a very mild beginning of Parkinsons Disease. My mom is a hypocondriac and will milk a cold out to pnuemonia if you let her - so you can imagine how this went.
I also believe that she is Anorexic/bullemic - she would start starving herself if she got over a size 12 or all she would eat would be a bowl of icecream once a day - so you can imagine how her health was. I tried to reason with her that her eating ways when she was 30 yrs old would have drastic effects on her when she is 74 - no luck - just a "I used to live on a bowl of icecream before and I was fine".
My brothers have their own lives - wives families etc. One lives an hour away, the other 5 hours. As the grandkids got older and they started the soccer games and what have you, the calls and the visits became few and far between. Maybe one would call 5 times a year and see us 3 times. The other would call on holidays and see us maybe once every 2 yrs.
So that is the background -
Fast forward on to this April - my mom fell and broke her hip and had surgery. The surgery went well but my mom did not recover from it well.
It took her a long time to recover from the anesthesia (sp?) and for weeks she couldn't eat solid food. She was in a rehab nursing home for 2 months and Matt and I would visit her every day with at least one of our dogs (the dogs were her life) One brother came maybe 3 times, the other once. I figured that the one 1 hour away could come once a week on the weekends, if not for an hour, but he said he had a life to take care of. The other brother I could understand the lack of visits but he called me a couple of times a week to get updates or I would call him about 3 times a week while at the home so he could talk to her. The local brother didn't call at all.
So the therapists said that she would not be able to return to her normal life with me because she could no longer walk or take care of herself (my mom basically gave up - she had lost both her sister then her brother within one month of each other last year and she was going downhill from there) - she didn't have the will in her to recover.
I couldn't quit my job to be with her 24/7 because my medical bills for my AOSD take half of my salary every month - after insurance. And even if I could afford it, if I had a flare I would be unable to even walk myself so I would be no help.
The local brother said he would move her in with him. I know this was just one of those half hearted offers but so many people had been urging me to make my brothers assume more responsibility because I was killing myself trying to do it alone, that I jumped on the offer.
2 weeks ago my mom was discharged to them and they picked up some of her furniture and moved her into their house.
The weekend before she moved I had my yard sale. I told my mom of our succcess and she was so jazzed because she loved having yard sales. I guess she told my SIL when she moved in the next day because Matt received a phone call accusing me of selling my mom's clothes and belongings at the yardsale and she hoped that we at least left her some summer clothes!
I was sooooo pissed off. ow could they think I would go in my mom's rooms and just throw everything out there with a price tag on it??? Matt mentioned to them when he brought mom's clothes up there (he travels across the state for his job and he was coming through their town) that I was very hurt by that accusation and she shrugged it off and said that both she and my brother assumed it. No apology, nothing.
Okay, fast forward to yesterday. Matt and I spent the day together shopping and going to a movie. We left the house at 1:15pm.
Last night around 9:45 we heard the phone ringing but couldn't find it in time (darn those cordless phones). When we found it and he saw the number on caller ID, Matt said he thought the number was the one that my brother uses when he calls us because he doesn't have long distance - he uses a calling card.
We called the house and their 12 yr old son answers. He said that they had taken my mom to the ER because she was not able to remain awake, was having panic attacks and hurting herself and was tremoring really badly. When Matt asked when they left, my nephew said over 8 hours ago.
Did they call me? no. I have repeatedly given them my cell and Matt's cell over and over again.. I know they have it. So we asked him for my brothers cell number.
We called it and got a message that "this number is not in service". We called back to my nephew and he said that he gets that message all the time when he calls and they don't have the phone on. (okay, I know you have to keep phones off in the ER - but what cell plan doesn't come with voicemail?)
We told my nephew to have them call us immediately next time he hears from them.
We called my other brother to see if maybe he knew anything. They never attempted to call him and he was less than thrilled.
Finally they called, told us what was going on (with is still up in the air so I'm not sure what the situation is) I said firmly to him "Anytime something happened to mom when I was taking care of her, the first thing I did when we got to the hospital was call you and my other brother - why didn't you call us?"
His reply? Our cell numbers are at home on the refrigerator. (not that we weren't at home for an hour and a half after he took her to the hospital) Okay, they couldn't keep the cell numbers in their wallet.. they couldn't program them in the phone.. and they couldn't call home and ask one of the kids to give it to them if it was on the refrigerator?
I was pissed because if they had called me at noon when they left for the hospital - heck yeah I would have been up there! Instead I find out like this? And my other brother isn't keen on the fact that they have 2 kids - ages 12 and 14yrs old, alone at home after 10pm with their cell phone off and no way to contact their parents.
*WHEW* Sorry for the long story. Am I just overreacting about bring angry over the yard sale accusation and the lack of a call about my mom? Or would you be mad too?
Hope I didn't put anyone to sleep. I'm just so upset over the whole thing
Quick background -
My mom has lived with me all my life - when I was old enough to buy my first house (22 yrs old) I decided that she had given up so much in her life to give to me that it was my turn to let her have whatever she wanted without any financial worries. This was back in 1989.
(my dad abandoned us when I was 5 - my brothers are 10 and 15yrs older than me and at the time my family was very wealthy so they got everything and more as kids growing up - where I was left basically living at poverty with my mom who went back to work after 25 yrs to take care of us)
So you can see we have been close and I have taken on the responsibility of caring for my mom.
About 2 yrs ago she was diagnosed with a very mild beginning of Parkinsons Disease. My mom is a hypocondriac and will milk a cold out to pnuemonia if you let her - so you can imagine how this went.
I also believe that she is Anorexic/bullemic - she would start starving herself if she got over a size 12 or all she would eat would be a bowl of icecream once a day - so you can imagine how her health was. I tried to reason with her that her eating ways when she was 30 yrs old would have drastic effects on her when she is 74 - no luck - just a "I used to live on a bowl of icecream before and I was fine".
My brothers have their own lives - wives families etc. One lives an hour away, the other 5 hours. As the grandkids got older and they started the soccer games and what have you, the calls and the visits became few and far between. Maybe one would call 5 times a year and see us 3 times. The other would call on holidays and see us maybe once every 2 yrs.
So that is the background -
Fast forward on to this April - my mom fell and broke her hip and had surgery. The surgery went well but my mom did not recover from it well.
It took her a long time to recover from the anesthesia (sp?) and for weeks she couldn't eat solid food. She was in a rehab nursing home for 2 months and Matt and I would visit her every day with at least one of our dogs (the dogs were her life) One brother came maybe 3 times, the other once. I figured that the one 1 hour away could come once a week on the weekends, if not for an hour, but he said he had a life to take care of. The other brother I could understand the lack of visits but he called me a couple of times a week to get updates or I would call him about 3 times a week while at the home so he could talk to her. The local brother didn't call at all.
So the therapists said that she would not be able to return to her normal life with me because she could no longer walk or take care of herself (my mom basically gave up - she had lost both her sister then her brother within one month of each other last year and she was going downhill from there) - she didn't have the will in her to recover.
I couldn't quit my job to be with her 24/7 because my medical bills for my AOSD take half of my salary every month - after insurance. And even if I could afford it, if I had a flare I would be unable to even walk myself so I would be no help.
The local brother said he would move her in with him. I know this was just one of those half hearted offers but so many people had been urging me to make my brothers assume more responsibility because I was killing myself trying to do it alone, that I jumped on the offer.
2 weeks ago my mom was discharged to them and they picked up some of her furniture and moved her into their house.
The weekend before she moved I had my yard sale. I told my mom of our succcess and she was so jazzed because she loved having yard sales. I guess she told my SIL when she moved in the next day because Matt received a phone call accusing me of selling my mom's clothes and belongings at the yardsale and she hoped that we at least left her some summer clothes!


I was sooooo pissed off. ow could they think I would go in my mom's rooms and just throw everything out there with a price tag on it??? Matt mentioned to them when he brought mom's clothes up there (he travels across the state for his job and he was coming through their town) that I was very hurt by that accusation and she shrugged it off and said that both she and my brother assumed it. No apology, nothing.
Okay, fast forward to yesterday. Matt and I spent the day together shopping and going to a movie. We left the house at 1:15pm.
Last night around 9:45 we heard the phone ringing but couldn't find it in time (darn those cordless phones). When we found it and he saw the number on caller ID, Matt said he thought the number was the one that my brother uses when he calls us because he doesn't have long distance - he uses a calling card.
We called the house and their 12 yr old son answers. He said that they had taken my mom to the ER because she was not able to remain awake, was having panic attacks and hurting herself and was tremoring really badly. When Matt asked when they left, my nephew said over 8 hours ago.
Did they call me? no. I have repeatedly given them my cell and Matt's cell over and over again.. I know they have it. So we asked him for my brothers cell number.
We called it and got a message that "this number is not in service". We called back to my nephew and he said that he gets that message all the time when he calls and they don't have the phone on. (okay, I know you have to keep phones off in the ER - but what cell plan doesn't come with voicemail?)
We told my nephew to have them call us immediately next time he hears from them.
We called my other brother to see if maybe he knew anything. They never attempted to call him and he was less than thrilled.
Finally they called, told us what was going on (with is still up in the air so I'm not sure what the situation is) I said firmly to him "Anytime something happened to mom when I was taking care of her, the first thing I did when we got to the hospital was call you and my other brother - why didn't you call us?"
His reply? Our cell numbers are at home on the refrigerator. (not that we weren't at home for an hour and a half after he took her to the hospital) Okay, they couldn't keep the cell numbers in their wallet.. they couldn't program them in the phone.. and they couldn't call home and ask one of the kids to give it to them if it was on the refrigerator?
I was pissed because if they had called me at noon when they left for the hospital - heck yeah I would have been up there! Instead I find out like this? And my other brother isn't keen on the fact that they have 2 kids - ages 12 and 14yrs old, alone at home after 10pm with their cell phone off and no way to contact their parents.
*WHEW* Sorry for the long story. Am I just overreacting about bring angry over the yard sale accusation and the lack of a call about my mom? Or would you be mad too?
Hope I didn't put anyone to sleep. I'm just so upset over the whole thing
