Well first off a big thanks to Auntie Katie for going yard "sailing" this morning. We found some great stuff. My personal favorites are the 2 heirloom quilts that I got for $15.00 each, they totally go with this house we live in, and the wooden folding chair from the Illinois State Fair. We also ate lunch at the coffee shop here in town, owned by two gay guys. So, the food is FANTASTIC and the atmosphere is totally 'city like'.
The main reason why I am here blogging today is my MIL. I love her dearly, but right now she is sort of sick. Last week she flunked a stress test, and when the results came back she has partial blockage in an artery, like a main artery. I am not what you would call an alarmist, but I am really concerned for her, and for us. I know this sounds totally selfish, but after all the hullabaloo is over and everyone has brought there covered dishes to share, and taken their turn caring for her, guess who will ultimately be responsible?? Us. Mr. Anti-Hippie and myself. She actually told us first, we found out last week. She however waited until yesterday to drop the news to the rest of her kids.
My MIL is a very hard worker, she works as a NICU nurse and an emergency room nurse at both the hospitals in our capital city. She is a good nurse and has turned out to be a somewhat wonderful MIL. When her 4 kids were young though, she left them. She had just lost her 6 year old daughter, whom she had when she was only a teenager. Her daughter Stephanie had leukemia, and would have been 4 years older than me. The loss of Stephanie sent her into a down-ward spiral of depression and probably drug and alcohol abuse. This is all speculation, as I never broach the subject with her. All I know is that my husband and his 3 siblings were raised by their father, who was given custody. This was in the early 1980's and for a father to be given custody was sort of unheard of. So as MIL's kids grew up, she made up for not being there by giving. She gives them money and stuff all of the time, like she is making up for not being there. I do not understand this, but I love her and I love my husband.
But, I am scared that if something happens to her, or she becomes incapacitated in some way shape or form, we will be the ones to pick up the pieces and get matters settled. I know that if something happens to my parents I definitely will be the one taking care of them as my brother, Uncle Nascar is too wrapped up in his own life down in North Carolina to even think that I might need help up here in the mid-west. Anyway, I hope that I am worrying for nothing and that this all works out okay.
I love you MIL and Crazy Fucked Up Family, even if you piss me off!!
3 comments:
UNCLE NASCAR!!! That is hilarious and totally fitting.
So sorry about your MIL. I'm sure she'll be fine, but I do understand your concerns. However, you know that it's really for the best if you're the ones taking care of things for her. Who knows what your selfish, crazy BILs and SILs would do if left to handle that situation themselves! The Anti-Hippie and you are smart, organized, caring and hard-working...unlike the rest of that brood. That's why she knows she can count on you in the tough times and that's why she told you first.
Looking forward to our girly night! Sounds like you'll need it.
OK... I wondered about the Uncle NASCAR thing, but after Earth Muffin's reaction, now I REALLY want to know... please tell us the story of Uncle NASCAR!
I hope all is well with your MIL. For her sake and for yours :-)
Ah, but CDJ is right...a post about Uncle Nascar would be so therapeutic for you and so very hilarious for all of your loyal readers. Consider that in the future, please? I'd even be willing to help out with some anecdotes of my own!
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