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Finally Fed Up With Mom
Mar 1st
So she called me Monday night. I’ve been dreading it because I knew it wouldn’t go well.
She told me Brittany called her and said she might try to visit because Mom had to turn her car in before it was repossessed.
I said “oh really? I’m surprised she called you.”
Mom wanted to know why…
“Maybe because the last time you visited her in the hospital where she’s fighting FOR HER LIFE you proceeded to bitch about YOUR current financial situation and even asked the poor girl when she was going to pay back the $500 you loaned her years ago. It’s not about you MOM, it’s about Brittany. Anything and everything she’s done before is NOTHING compared to what she’s going through now.”
Mom responds with much whining and crying about how SHE always helps people and SHE always gets screwed. That she’s in a hard spot too and nobody seems to care.
JEZUZ FUCKING CHRIST, what a selfish bitch.
“Mom, there’s a hell of a lot of difference between her getting a sudden diagnosis of STAGE 4 MELANOMA of the lung and you having YEARS to plan ahead for the day your husband dies and leaves you broke. Did you think to save even a dime for the last 10 years?”
Nope.
“You made choices Mom, Brittany has no choice here. And it’s beyond tacky cruel to lay any of your issues on her right now. I’m so pissed at you I can barely speak.”
Well that shut her down a bit. Then came the whining if I was going to cut her off like Beth does.
“No, I’m not my sister. I’ll get past it but I’m not happy with you right now.”
And when I told her we all were planning on going to Florida in late May she used her little oh-poor-little-me voice and asked “Are you *sob* going to stop by *sob* and see me?”
Don’t ask me that right now.
I’m asking you
Feb 21st
A few weeks ago I posted an update on my niece Brittany, right? So she posted this on Facebook today:
Finally got the test results back from the lab. It is Melanoma in my lung. Although Im scared, Im glad that I finally got the results back so I can start treatment. Hopefully I will be starting treatment tonight or tomorrow and be home by this weekend.
Thank you to all my friends and family that have been coming to see me. You guys keep my spirits high and I love each and every one of you for it. ♥
She’s 23 and this ain’t her first battle. She also had skin cancer at 16 among other trials and tribulations in her young life. Here’s the thing: she doesn’t have insurance. Florida doesn’t appear to have a health back-up plan like our AHCCS so she’s going to end up footing the bill for likely hundreds of thousands of dollars. She’s already been in the hospital (two actually) for almost a month.
So I’m asking you, and I’ve never really asked anything of you guys before. If you can would you please go HERE and donate what you can to help her out.
Please.
I will be as soon as payday comes around next week. There’s not much else I can do.
Please.
Fuck Cancer
Jan 31st
I’ve never had anyone physically close to me have cancer, so I really don’t know the hands-on effect on the stricken or those around them. Oh sure, cousin A or far-away friend Z has had it and I get snippets, but to be right there witnessing, helping, supporting? Not so far. A person can only empathize so much from a distance.
My beautiful niece Brittany (Miss B) had skin cancer when she was 16. Of course, with her living in Florida and me being here I had no real connection to that process. And except for the wicked scar in the center of her back she seemed to sail right through that experience.
But just as all thoughts of it fade away, cancer strikes again, as it is wont to do.
Last Thursday I noticed on Facebook that she was in the hospital and within hours she called me to tell me what she knew at the time. She had 3 spots on her lungs – one the size of a tangerine – and they’d scheduled a biopsy for later that afternoon. After a shitload of text messages between me and my kids, calls to my Mom (grrr arg) and a call from my Dad, my (surprise!) sister actually called me. The biopsy was done and another surgery to help her breathe better. Although they have to wait for the biopsy results to be sure, the doctors think this time our Miss B has lung cancer. Inoperable. Plans (apparently) to try chemo and stuff are in the works but who knows how it will all turn out. Don’t tell “our mother” or post anything online right away. Hey, I waited a few days. The last thing she said was Brittany is a strong girl and she’ll come though this just fine.
Well… now… she’s certainly strong willed. When she lived with me we butt heads all the time. But she’s also very sensitive. That girl has had so much shit in her life already. I guess that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Or as the tattoo across her chest says:
Victory is sweetest when you’ve known defeat
We’re all pulling for her to get through this. There’s not much more we can do at this point. I’m not certain of her health insurance status so maybe at some point we’ll be raising money. I can surely help with that.
Hang in there Miss B. I love you and miss you and wish I could be there to… do something! I can’t do shit across the country, but you’re in my thoughts hourly and I know you’ll fight this as hard as you can.
Me? I just want to punch somebody. The fact that my family has lousy communication skills means I keep up with the news via Facebook status updates. Today she’s in pain and the meds aren’t cutting it anymore.
Shit. Fuck cancer.
