Friday, June 12, 2009

Whinging in Advance

It is going to be a hell of a week.

Tomorrow, my Guest Blogger piece goes up at Time Goes By. It's about Addy's death, and interesting in that it diagrams how fast a person can go downhill when one major health crisis leads to another. I get depressed just thinking about it.

Tomorrow is also Aidan's birthday party, but I won't be able to go. It was organized by his dad's side of the family (I guess), and I can't really expect them to take my schedule into consideration. Or maybe the SSS's want to go and don't feel comfortable around me since I managed to express here a bit of the anger I've sat on. That anger that they are so sorry I still harbour after all these years. Ramona would let me off, if it weren't for the two musicals we have to have done by the end of the month.

Tuesday is my birthday (and Aidan's), but I probably will have to work through that, as well. Plus, I've heard no whiff of anything being planned by my kids for my 60th birthday.

I know, I know...whiny-baby-pee-pee-pants.

I'll be better tomorrow.


  1. That was a great TGB post, Ronni. That was an ordeal, but it's also something that another person, not you and not Jim, might have walked away from. To stay with a dying person and meet their needs to the end, to honor them, is a great and necessary task--for their comfort and for our own souls. To have a hand in yours at the end is a great gift--for both hands.

  2. You know, I thought so, too. About the very end, I mean. I've always been a birth junkie, and Addy's death was almost as awesome.

  3. Mama bear needs a surprise birthday party!

  4. Healthcare is (was) my profession and Addy's story from the system's standpoint is just too common - and, sadly, getting worse. What makes her story different than many is that she had a strong & loving advocate who was there for the long haul.

    That, my dear, was a precious & pricelss gift.

  5. Well, I sort of owed her. She was Jim's mother...