I don't even know where to begin with this.
On Monday, my sister was supposed to take me to the hospital for a schedule ERCP procedure to remove the stent from my pancreas, that has been in there since before my gall bladder surgery.
I got up that morning, showered, took the dog for a walk and waited nervously for the clock to strike 9 (the time she was supposed to show up).
I was to be at the outpatient clinic for all the necessary prep and blood work, etc 90 minutes beforehand.
She calls me at the LAST minute to inform me that she couldn't take me, because she wasn't feeling well. She sounded fine to me.
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Rewind to over a year ago. Said sister had gotten involved with some freaky born-again church, and began to slowly distance herself from family members and friends.
I'd call her and ask to meet for dinner, to go shopping, or just to spend time with her.
She always had an excuse for telling me no basically.
During the time our Mother was very ill and dying, it was even worse.
I had known that during the time I'd lived in England, my sister had become Mom's power of attorney and felt that
SHE was in charge of all her affairs as well as any personal belongings to be inherited, and she got them. ALL of them, including the 12 piece service of Blue Willow china that was supposed to go to me, as well as a quilt my Grandma had made.
When it came right down to it, I didn't care that I didn't get those things.
After Mother passed away, the divide doubled.
The day of Mom's funeral she thought she should be in charge of everything and ordered the lingering family members at the funeral home what to do with the flowers (she insisted we all go to the graveside immediately and arrange the tons of floral arrangement around the grave-- the funeral home do that for families.) even though Mom was cremated and we scattered her ashes at a later time.
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Fast forward to recently/now.
When I'd initially gotten ill with the pancreatitis (the night I felt like I was going to pass out here at home)- I had called my sister first to ask her if there was any way she could come and get me and take me to the hospital.
I called twice.
Since she's a screener of phone calls, I got no immediate reply.
Instead, my step-sister in Georgia called me 10 minutes later and asked me why I only call Juliet when I need something.
WHAT THE HELL?
Then she said Juliet couldn't take me to the hospital because she was on bed rest and it had something to do with her complications from Lupus.
I told GA sis that I was going to the neighbours-- that they'd call the EMS for me, which of course they did.
So Juliet, in all her possible guilty feelings actually called the neighbours asking what was going on, then the neighbour handed me the phone until the ambulance arrived to get me.
I told her I was told she was on bed rest. She hesitated and said "oh no, that was a week ago"
Right.
In the end, Juliet did show up at the ER while I was being assessed, but since I was so ill I don't recall much else other than her leaving after I was admitted and taken up to my room.
She never came to visit me once for those 6 days while I was in the hospital.
She called once to ask how I was doing.
I have a brother, but it serves no purpose even going into what our relationship is.
Even though I worship him, he's always been distant except for coming around and playing man of the family during tragedies or showing his face for holiday celebrations.
I don't know why my sister is behaving like this.
I re-scheduled the ERCP for the 25th and she said she would take me.
I want and NEED a family member there with me and I want it to be her because she is the only living sibling I have in the immediate area.
This has put me into a round of confusion and a bit of a depressive state.
Thanks for allowing me to rant. I feel a little better.
On Monday, my sister was supposed to take me to the hospital for a schedule ERCP procedure to remove the stent from my pancreas, that has been in there since before my gall bladder surgery.
I got up that morning, showered, took the dog for a walk and waited nervously for the clock to strike 9 (the time she was supposed to show up).
I was to be at the outpatient clinic for all the necessary prep and blood work, etc 90 minutes beforehand.
She calls me at the LAST minute to inform me that she couldn't take me, because she wasn't feeling well. She sounded fine to me.
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Rewind to over a year ago. Said sister had gotten involved with some freaky born-again church, and began to slowly distance herself from family members and friends.
I'd call her and ask to meet for dinner, to go shopping, or just to spend time with her.
She always had an excuse for telling me no basically.
During the time our Mother was very ill and dying, it was even worse.
I had known that during the time I'd lived in England, my sister had become Mom's power of attorney and felt that
SHE was in charge of all her affairs as well as any personal belongings to be inherited, and she got them. ALL of them, including the 12 piece service of Blue Willow china that was supposed to go to me, as well as a quilt my Grandma had made.
When it came right down to it, I didn't care that I didn't get those things.
After Mother passed away, the divide doubled.
The day of Mom's funeral she thought she should be in charge of everything and ordered the lingering family members at the funeral home what to do with the flowers (she insisted we all go to the graveside immediately and arrange the tons of floral arrangement around the grave-- the funeral home do that for families.) even though Mom was cremated and we scattered her ashes at a later time.
--
Fast forward to recently/now.
When I'd initially gotten ill with the pancreatitis (the night I felt like I was going to pass out here at home)- I had called my sister first to ask her if there was any way she could come and get me and take me to the hospital.
I called twice.
Since she's a screener of phone calls, I got no immediate reply.
Instead, my step-sister in Georgia called me 10 minutes later and asked me why I only call Juliet when I need something.
WHAT THE HELL?
Then she said Juliet couldn't take me to the hospital because she was on bed rest and it had something to do with her complications from Lupus.
I told GA sis that I was going to the neighbours-- that they'd call the EMS for me, which of course they did.
So Juliet, in all her possible guilty feelings actually called the neighbours asking what was going on, then the neighbour handed me the phone until the ambulance arrived to get me.
I told her I was told she was on bed rest. She hesitated and said "oh no, that was a week ago"
Right.
In the end, Juliet did show up at the ER while I was being assessed, but since I was so ill I don't recall much else other than her leaving after I was admitted and taken up to my room.
She never came to visit me once for those 6 days while I was in the hospital.
She called once to ask how I was doing.
I have a brother, but it serves no purpose even going into what our relationship is.
Even though I worship him, he's always been distant except for coming around and playing man of the family during tragedies or showing his face for holiday celebrations.
I don't know why my sister is behaving like this.
I re-scheduled the ERCP for the 25th and she said she would take me.
I want and NEED a family member there with me and I want it to be her because she is the only living sibling I have in the immediate area.
This has put me into a round of confusion and a bit of a depressive state.
Thanks for allowing me to rant. I feel a little better.