Fear

I didn't know how to title this post, but the emotion that keeps catching me unawares is fear. Fear of the future, of the unknown, but even more than that, of the known. Fear of returning to the awful time that my dad was dying of pancreatic cancer. The repeating chorus in my head just keeps saying, "I can't."

My mom is currently in the hospital. She broke her leg. I should say, more accurately, that her leg broke. She did nothing traumatic to it, her femur simply snapped in half. The femur. The strongest bone in the body. That is not supposed to happen. So, when something completely inexplicable happens, where does your mind go? Mine, perhaps after lots of doomsday practice, goes to the darkest place possible. The tests, so far, indicate otherwise. A CT scan of suspicious spots came back negative, the surgeon said that the bone looks, aside from the fact of it being in two pieces rather than one, healthy. A biopsy was taken and we don't yet know the results, but all indications are that it will come back clean as well.

That said, my body is tense with dread. I am terrified that we are already at that place where all of these horrid decisions are going to have to be made. And the less mature and less generous parts of me are jealous. Jealous that my sister is there and will get the saint award for helping her through this horrid time. ( I seem to forget that I received no such award when I was there for my parents when my dad was dying. And really, who would want it? That time was awful.) I also feel sad, and left out and frustrated. I don't want my information second hand. I need to be in on the meetings and the decisions and the day to day of it all. My controlling type AAA personality can't handle the distance and the fact that she is in charge of everything. My younger sister is making the decisions that neither of us want, but that I should be making.

There is also the fact that my mom is in a lot of pain. A lot. Breaking your femur, then having it put back together with rods and screws, is incredibly painful. Even under normal circumstances, my mom does not handle pain well. She doesn't know how to communicate with doctors, saying that it is all off the chart rather than setting a base and moving from there. This eventually makes even the most patient of them ignore her. It makes us ignore her. And I think it contributed to the misdiagnosis of this injury. She went the doctor a few days prior to the critical break and he sent her home. There are few things more heartbreaking than seeing someone in unbearable pain. Especially someone that you love. My relationship with my mother is complicated and messed up, but I would never wish upon her or anyone else the type of pain that she has been tortured with over the last several days. The doctors seem to have it under control now, but it has been difficult. And talk about the guilt.

Speaking of guilt, a few days prior to our world rearranging, my sister and niece were out shopping. Mention was make of Chanukah dinner and my niece asked if there would be "a lot of presents and gilt (meaning gelt)." The response was "I don't know about presents, but yes, guilt will be there in abundance." If we only knew.....