Sunday, February 05, 2006

The Talk

It started with a phone call from my sister.

Kelly: Hey.

Me: Hey.

Kelly: Has anyone called you?
Me: No, what happened?

Kelly: Mom's in the hospital.

Me: Oh God. What happened?

Kelly: Her defibrillator went off again. Three times. Daddy wouldn't take her to the hospital and she almost had to call an ambulance.

Me: What? Why would he not take her to the hospital?
Kelly: He said it was her pills that were doing it and there was nothing they could do. Plus, he didn't want to go to the Burnet ER because there're a lot of sick people there.
Me: Grrrr. That makes me want to hook that defibrillator to his nuts.

Kelly: You need to get down here. They're making horrible decisions and not listening to anyone.

Me: Imagine that.

Kelly: John told Daddy they're going to have to move to Austin so John could take care of them.

Me: How'd that go over?

Kelly: Dad said he'd put a bullet in his head before he moved.

Me: Well, bullet in the head vs. being taken care of by John. I can understand the struggle.

[Laughter].

Kelly: Well, we're at a crossroad in their care. Something's got to be done.

Me: I agree. And I think I know what's gonna happen.

Kelly: What's that?
Me: Well, it's really pretty simple. If they won't consider moving, which I respect, or accept some type of daily home care, which I also respect, there's only one answer. I'm moving in.

Kelly: Well, I hate for you to have to do that, but I can't move a family of six on a dime. And even though John doesn'’t work, he's still 60 miles away. Might as well be 600.

Me: Yup. And if they push me away, I'll just buy the house next door.

Kelly: It's for sale, you know.

Me: Interesting. I was thinking a tent in the back yard.

[Pause].

Me: So are you on your way there already?

Kelly: Yeah, I'm in the car now.

Me: OK, I'll be there on Saturday. It's the quickest I can get there.
Kelly: OK. We won't discuss anything until you get here.
Me: OK. We're going to figure something out. You get them stabilized and in better spirits and well have a calm rational talk when I get there.
Kelly: OK. I love you and I'll see you soon.

Me: I love you, too. Call me when you get there.

A new HUGE suitcase, a two hour flight and one excellent BBQ dinner later, I'm sitting in my parent's living room. Again. This time, I'm going to be here for a while.

3 Comments:

At 11:52 AM, Anonymous Doug said...

I miss ya already!

 
At 12:56 PM, Blogger David said...

I've been working with the elderly for four years now. The way you and your siblings care for your parents, and the way you actually take action on your parents behalf when it's needed, is more uncommon than you might realize.

You're exceptional.

 
At 3:16 PM, Blogger Sorted Lives said...

I hope everything will be okay.

 

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