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"I am all ears...sound like you are going thru the same thing I am..Pleae vent...:)"
To all who are wondering what this is, WWW reached out to me privately with an offer to talk regarding my post #15. I appreciate his/her concern and have decided to respond publicly so that everyone who has been touched by this thread can read my reply . . .
Nah. It's not the same because I don't live with the person I was referring to. I just think that people are passive aggressive with their infirmities when they are mad at someone. A limp becomes more pronounced or a walker suddenly gets banged where before it was quiet. It sounds like your mom feels that you don't understand her suffering (her perceived suffering) so she's going to make sure you see it. And likewise, you don't think your mom appreciates what you do for her, which is a helluva lot, and you also question her so called suffering. It sounds like you need to call a truce with her and let her know that you love her and do understand that she is suffering. Whether you do or not is beside the point. She'll quiet down when you stop fighting and acknowledge her situation. Another thing. People who are sick get angry. They are angry at themselves, angry at their bodies for letting them down, angry at other people for not being sick, angry at other people for not appreciating how sick they are, etc. . . . So you mom is probably carrying around a lot of anger. Maybe she needs counseling. Maybe you should talk to her about this and offer to get her in to see someone. Let her know that if she can't manage her anger, you are going to have to consider a different arrangement. I think you just need to talk to her.
Thanks for offering an understanding ear. Like you, I didn't believe there was anything wrong with my mom. I thought she was doing it for attention. I think my father thought the same thing. For years it went on like that. It turned out she has MS. So I was wrong, he was wrong, and now she suffers in silence where before she didn't. She just wanted someone to believe her I guess. Now we do. Once in awhile I see her limp appear to be more exaggerated when she knows someone is watching. I don't know why that is or if I am even right about this. She'll be in a wheelchair soon so I don't question her as much as I used to. In this situation, I think the problem is more about me than my mom. I guess I just didn't want to believe that there was anything wrong with my mom. I wanted her to be healthy and happy. She does seem happier now that everyone knows she has MS. It had to be hard on her when everyone thought she was faking. I think that being sick is hard on everyone. It is hard to live with a sick person. My sister got a malignant brain tumor and her husband divorced her rather than go through it with her. That was 12 years ago. It went into remission, she remarried and had two children and now it is starting all over again. Only this time I don't think she is going to make it. Watching this a second time is terribly hard. I thank god or whomever that this husband didn't abandon her but I would understand if he did. I would hate him for it but I would understand. I don't even want to talk about my sister because I am so afraid I'm going to lose her (not if but when) but lets just say that she also has the same traits we discussed earlier. Where suffering is sometimes more pronounced or exaggerated. Who am I to judge? She is living with a death sentence and I'm sure she is angry as hell. So am I. I face losing a sister, her kids face losing a mother and her husband faces losing his life partner and companion.
I guess the only answer is to love your family the best that you can while you've got them. You'll miss them like hell when they're gone. And you'll live with regret. That you didn't try harder to do more for them while they were alive. To try harder to help them through their pain and suffering. And to try to be a little more understanding. It is truly hard to live with a sick person. And I think that everyone gets to experience it before they're through with this journey called life.
TYY
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