Have you been wondering where I have been? Well let’s just say that taking the semester
off was a great idea on my part. Only a
couple of weeks after my mother died did my father’s doctor tell me that my
father had only two weeks to two months to live. Apparently his cancer has spread. Within a week of hearing the news, I headed
to New Jersey to spend time with my father.
Unlike my mother, it was hard to except the fact that he will die
shortly. My mother was in remarkable
pain and discomfort, where as my father just shows signs of weakness. He is in no pain and the only discomfort he
has is how difficult he is finding it to move around. There is also evidence of confusion with him,
but he was already showing signs of that well before I got the news from the
doctor.
So I went to New Jersey and set him up with Hospice and managed to get
some equipment that he needed and my brother neglected to even think
about. I was also able to get some of
his paperwork in order. The hardest part
that I had to set up for him was his funeral arrangements. I had to make it so all my brother would have
to do is make a phone call in any situation.
If my dad has any medical issues while I am not there, all my brother
has to do is call hospice and should my father pass away all my brother has to
do is call the funeral home. Being that
my brother is not really good at any kind of situation that requires any form
of thinking and planning I had to be the one to set that sort of stuff out.
I was also the one who had to inform my father what the doctor had said
and had to ask him what it was that he felt he needed done to get his affairs
in order. You want to talk about shit
that sucks, that has got to be the top of the list. My brother again was useless in helping in
these discussions. Of course the major
thing that my father wants to make sure of is that my brother is going to be ok
and he sure as hell figured out a way to make sure that I will continue to
“take care” of my brother until one of us dies ourselves in his will.
All my life my brother had to be “taken care of” and honestly I had
thought that once anything happened to my parents, I would be done with it, but
no, dad made sure to make that virtually impossible. I am so over worrying about how my brother is
going to deal with shit. I wonder why my
parents never thought that way about me.
They just always thought that I could handle any situation and left me
to take care of myself and all their attention was focused on him. My thoughts on the matter is why not let him
grow up. Shit he was older than me and I
still had to babysit him when I was young.
Funny thing is I had this belief that while taking care of my father he
grew up a bit, but when I got to my dad’s house I was completely surprised to
see that my brother did the bare minimum and that was ok with my father. What really aggravated me the most was
listening to my father praise my brother for doing shit that I bugged him about
for over a year to get done. I told my
brother to finish the bathroom on the first floor (my brother is a construction
worker) and move my father to the dining room on the same floor. I was getting sickened listening to my father
ask everyone who came to the house to see the bathroom and how well my brother
had done on it and how very frigging talented he was.
Ok so I am acting like the jealous sibling and I know it is wrong to
feel that way. I try to get past the
fact that my brother is the golden child and that I am last in line in my
parents eyes and there is nothing I can do about it, but it is so hard that all
my life I have been through so much shit and have made it through so many times
and it would be nice to hear my parents let me know that I am loved as
well. I am not saying that my dad never
tells me that he is proud of me, but ever single fucking time, he always adds
that he is proud of my brother as well.
There is never a time that I have heard that dad is proud of me without
adding my brother as well and it somehow becomes this major negative feeling,
because honestly there is nothing to be proud of anything that my brother does.
The whole time I was there in New Jersey, my brother only went to work
one day and he set up his drum set in the basement. He didn’t manage to do anything worthwhile
the whole time he was home, except get in my way and ask me to take care of
shit that he was just as capable of taking care of. Ok I know he has some serious social anxiety
and can’t really deal with much of the shit I did, but I have anxiety as well
and I still managed to get the stuff done.
All I can say is I really wish my sister was alive because at least we
both would have broken up the things that needed to get done and worked together
to do what needed to be done. My sister
would have made it so my dad gets washed up often and we would not have had to
hire people to do it. She would have
been able to help my dad to express how he is really feeling about the whole
situation and helped him to except what is going on. But she is not here and well I guess that is up
to me and in nine days I will return back to New Jersey and work on helping my father
share his feelings and help him to understand what is really going on, and I will
do that with my brother walking around in a fog and try to convince my father that
my brother is going to be ok, even though I have a feeling that I will have to look
into my brother being hospitalized after my father passes away. And maybe when I have done all that I have to do,
I can deal with my own feelings and emotions that I have stored away just so I can
deal with all this shit.
The picture that I picked for today was a picture taken for the New Jersey
Star Ledger paper after my parents were chosen to be my parents back in the early
70’s. You can pretty much figure out who
everyone is in the picture. I am the one
on the horse. Funny when I look at that picture
I often wonder what it would have been like if I had been adopted by one of the
other 300 people who applied for my adoption. What kind of family would have I been living with.
And then of course I think about my son and
realize that he would not exist if someone else adopted me and that makes it all
ok.
