one of my sisters

Theresa is in the critical care unit at the new Hampton General. I care not what Sentara wants to call it now. It’s not looking good. My mom doesn’t want me to come home yet, and you have no idea how hard it is for me to not jump into my car and drive to Hampton.

I knew this would happen at some point, but I liked ignoring it. I mentioned way back when in this blog about my oldest sister (I like calling her my oldest sister)  having multiple sclerosis. As so me of you know, that isn’t fatal, the fallout from it is.

Calling it aggressive would be an understatement. There were some reasons for it that I wish not to go into. Ask me in person.

When I was a kid, I looked forward to adulthood with Theresa, but that got taken from me when she was diagnosed.

There were so many milestones I hoped to have and celebrate with her. I can’t fully articulate a lot of this, hence why I rarely talked about her.

Her kids are in Hawaii now. I wouldn’t wish having to travel thousands of miles to go to your mother’s funeral on my worst enemy.

At some point, I need to talk about this, but I can’t yet. I just can’t. I miss her, and I’ve missed her for years.

Although I knew since the late ’90s that this would go downhill quickly at some point, I’m not ready to fully lose her yet. I wanted us to be elderly before this happened.

I’m trying to steel myself. I’m trying.

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