There’s been a lot going on for me lately. I know I say that a lot, but this time it’s even more true than usual. First, the family stuff. My family, immediate and otherwise, has had a lot of loss to deal with over an extended period of time. The most recent one being my dad. Now, it’s looking more and more like there will soon be another one. This time, my cousin. She has lupus, which is an autoimmune disorder. Because of that, it can bring on a lot of other things as well. My cousin is just about at the end of her road we think. She is one of the “lucky” few for whom nothing has responded, and her doctors, who are tops in the field of lupus are literally out of answers. Each day she declines more, and is in so much pain that she cannot do even the slightest thing for herself. It is heartbreaking.
I also got myself into a bit of Twitter-related hot water last week when news broke that we lost Robin Williams. I won’t go into too much detail as some of it could be triggering for some, but suffice it to say, I paid the price for being forthright. I don’t usually speak out on hot button issues, but I felt compelled to do so in this instance because I’ve been on both sides of the coin.
I just got the news I’ve been expecting but dreading all at the same time. As of last week, my Goddaughter, whom I’ve always called Tinkerbell, has been adopted. Her mother fought as hard as she could to prevent it, but in the end, it wasn’t enough. My heart is in pieces,
My heart is very heavy right now. I recently returned from the cottage, and while there, I found out that my cousin Melanie, who has lupus, is in very severe decline. I know that there are many things that can be done to help this disease, but in Melanie’s case, her doctors, who are experts when it comes to dealing with lupus, have tried everything in their bag of tricks and none of the tricks have responded. As of the time I am writing this post, Melanie is unable to eat or keep anything down and her mother has actually said: “She’s dying.” Melanie is also in severe physical pain due to arthritis brought on by the lupus and also due to vascullitus, also brought on by lupus.
My family, both immediate and extended has endured so much loss since 2008, beginning with my cousin Lisa from breast cancer that year, My paternal Grandmother in 2010, and lastly, my Dad in 2011. The possibility of facing yet another one has knocked me flat mentally and emotionally.
My mother was discharged from hospital today and my belated birthday celebration will take place tomorrow.
I just got off the phone with my mother not too long ago, and it seems that the fourth antibiotic is the one that is helping, as her fever is now steady at 99, which is a hell of a lot better than 104. Still no word yet on when mom will be discharged, but we are hoping to know more sometime tomorrow.
As I write this post, I am at the family cottage for what was supposed to be a belated Birthday celebration. There still will be a celebration, but there was a big ‘ol monkey wrench thrown into the works that took the form of my mother being rushed to the hospital with a very severe bladder infection. Not such a big thing if you’re a younger person, but a great, big, nothing-to-mess-with crisis if you’re in your seventies like my mother is. Currently, this is a day by day thing, and the doctors have her on four, count ‘em FOUR different antibiotics. and she has a fever that has gone as high as 104 and can’t decide whether it wants to keep climbing or go down or go the fuck away. AND, if one more family member, immediate or otherwise tells me that this is no big deal, I’ll slap the shit out of them!
This whole week is pretty much gonna be a case of ouch….that smarts. Not just because yesterday was Father’s day and my dad is no longer here on the earth plane, but also because this Friday is my birthday, and my dad always made a big fuss of me on my birthday, and now that he’s gone, every birthday hurts, as does every Christmas, Father’s day, and every July 19th as that was my dad’s birthday.