Can't Pick 'Em
17 June 2010
Do you notice how you are sometimes stuck with relatives that are nothing at all like you? Wonder how the hell you and they came from the same clan? I wonder that. I wonder why some things aren't obvious to people like courtesy and respect.
Last night, around dinner time, I got an urgent call that my Grams was being rushed into surgery because her surgical site was so infected, it looked like she regrew the breasts they had removed. The infection was serious. My 'relative' assured me that grams was in surgery and that she would call as soon as grams was out to let me know how it went. We've done this dance before, a few weeks ago during the surgery itself when she didn't call to tell me that grams survived then. So, when 4am this morning rolled around and I still hadn't heard,.. It was nothing new.
So, it's frustrating. I want to be kept in the loop, and want to know how grams is doing. And, this relative couldn't be bothered to call me and let me know how she was? She was happy to call and say how grams was in bad shape. Happy to call to tell me that grams had cancer in the first place. Seems she was mainly happy to call and share the chaos and sadness. But not interested in seeing it through to letting folks across the country know that grams was alright.Interesting thing...some people seem to thrive on other's misery and pain. While grams was in surgery to have her double mastectomy, this relative, a close relative, went to an amusement park for the day rather than go to the hospital and support the family.
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