A brief spat last night with the Scientist (totally born out of stress, no actual Conflict-with a capital-C) got me thinking today. The beauty and bane of an hour-long commute to and from work means lots of time in my own head. It led me to some conclusions, and maybe even a few questions, but it definitely made for some interesting internal discourse as I drove.
A little backstory: when the Scientist’s father had the stroke in March, and was subsequently diagnosed with cancer, he dropped his life (like most people would) and flew out there to be with his parents, to facilitate the life changes his father would need to make, to assist his mother in creating an environment of health for them both. He grocery shopped for healthy replacements for the pantry, he sorted paperwork for insurance, translated the medicalese (with my help) for his bewildered mom (who, like most people, doesn’t speak the language). He was his mother’s rock when she had no one else to lean on, and he quietly stood behind his father while they both confronted their own mortality. In short, he was amazing, as I would’ve expected him to be.
Now, if you go back and reread that last paragraph, nowhere in there was there a mention of the fact that his parents have another child. Why is that, you ask? Well, because the Scientist’s sister, the Banker, was cozily ensconsed down in Florida, doing absolutely nothing. She and her spouse make more money than we do, and have one less kid, but she could not be bothered to hop that flight to be at her parents’ side when tragedy hit. Her reasoning behind this egregious abdication of loyalty? Ready for this one? “They didn’t ask me to come.”
Uh huh. So. Allow me to check my facts here. Your father has a stroke, and in the midst of the treatment is diagnosed with cancer. He does not “do” emotions. At all. Your mother, who is already suffering from depression, but has done nothing but take care of other people for her entire life, does not utter the words, “I need support, please come help” and that is your excuse? Seriously? The Banker and I have never been close, but any residual respect I might have had for her went sailing out the window right along with my incredulity. It was, for lack of a better word, unfuckingbelievable.
Now, in a vague parallel, our own hero of previous posts, Golden Boy, blissfully allowed my sister and me to shoulder the entire burden of caring for our mother and father last year during the four months between our father’s crash after reacting badly to a cocktail of chemo until his death. On January 8th, when he was put on the ventilator and went into MICU in a coma, Golden Boy was summoned, and he obediently arrived. He stayed a week, and went home. Then, as we realized that the end was indeed imminent four month later, GB was again summoned, and again arrived, staying until after the funeral. The interim time apparently wasn’t his problem. Amazingly, though, he did manage to find time to rent a truck and drive down here to take the majority of our father’s tools (he was a woodworker by hobby and occasional trade). Ah, the greed of the living is glorious.
Yesterday, the Scientist received a phone call from his tearful mom that his father had backslid. Medically, he’s been doing well. He felt good on the patch, stuck with non-alcoholic beer, was pleasantly surprised to find that healthy replacements in his diet weren’t so bad after all, and the results were showing. The tumors looked ok, radiation was no longer needed, and stasis had been achieved. Rockin’, right? Well, yes. Right up until he picked up the cigarette and the beer again. *facepalm* The Scientist was, quite understandably, livid. If [you] want to behave in a way that has been clearly illustrated as a death sentence, that’s cool. But man up. Own it. Do not sneak around like a teenager engaging in rebellious behavior, and don’t treat your wife like that when she has stood by you every second of every day. And hell, don’t bankrupt your widow by accruing medical bills from chemo and medications and such, and then throwing it away.
I got him a flight for Friday, but he’s going out quietly. I think he wants to “bust” his father cold, to let natural consequences spark the inevitable confrontation. And his mother, who is one of the sweetest people on the planet, would be incapable of not warning him. Not sure what’ll come of this, but we’ll see. I feel bad for the Scientist. I’m powerless here; all I can do is support him as his best friend, and be there if he needs to talk.
Anyhow, now that you’ve been bored through the back story…
Apparently, the Scientist’s mom discovered the smoking/drinking a few weeks ago. She called the Banker, who not only did nothing (shocked? Nope, me neither!), but did not call the Scientist. His mother didn’t want to tell him because she “didn’t want to ruin his trip this weekend.” (We took the Professor up to DC to dance in the Nations Capital Feis.) *facepalm* Why do people do that? Like we aren’t adults and can’t handle our stresses? And the bad news is somehow lessened if you wait? Really? Aaanyhow. The Scientist was expressing his frustration with his sister’s inaction, and I mentioned that I was surprised that he hasn’t said anything to her yet about that, considering it’s been 5 months and she still hasn’t gone, etc. He snapped back that I was the pot calling the kettle black, as I never confronted Golden Boy about leaving the mess for my sister and I to handle last year.
Now, by strict factual analysis, he’s absolutely right. I have not approached him with that. Thing is, I don’t speak to my brother unless we’re face to face. We both know how to be civilized adults, especially in familial situations. It’s like I’ve mentioned before: my 70yr old mother does not need to know about our history. So we laugh, we chat about cameras, weather, kids, and other acceptable, neutral topics. No muss, no fuss, no problem. And at first, while I snapped back that no, I hadn’t spoken to Golden Boy, but “I tend not to initiate conversation with my molester, thankyouverymuch.” He pointed out that my sister shared the load and never said anything either, but really, that’s irrelevant. #1, my sister does not do confrontation, and #2, my sister’s feelings and actions are her own, not mine. We both settled pretty fast — I know he was just stressed, and really, this isn’t any huge issue.
But it did get me thinking about it. And really, the reason that it never occured to me to make an issue of Golden Boy’s immature avoidance of responsibility while I get irritated about the Banker all boils down to one thing. Expectation. Let me try to explain: my history with GB leads me to have absolutely no expectations of familial bonds or relationships with him. Years after his dalliance with me faded, I made the mistake of trusting him once. Yes, once. I was 17 years old. The details are largely irrelevant, but he led me right down the path, and like a fool, I followed. When it exploded in my face, I was stunned, speechless in my sense of betrayal, angry and hurt. That was the last time. When I married the Scientist, it was by a judge; my parents tweaked and pressured us to marry in their church as well. I did so, and my sister made the 15 hour trip up for it. He couldn’t come 4 hours because he had a volleyball tournament. I’ve had friends who hear that and are indignant on my behalf, but really? It never even made me blink. He is such an insignificant aspect of my life that his presence or absence at important events means elicits absolutely no emotional response. So while my sister and I were emotionally and physically exhausted after 4 months of constant stress, it never even occured to me that calling on him would’ve been an option. The concept never entered my mind. My sister says that she plans to call him when our mother has surgery for her spinal mess, which is 4-6 weeks after they remove the tumors from her lung on Tuesday. All I could do is shrug. OK, whatever. I would certainly not tell her to call on people to help us out; but that phone call will come solely from her. I can Facebook or call my aunts, but GB is strictly her domain.
So for me to be upset that GB didn’t show up to help out with our parents is a rather foreign concept for me. It really doesn’t affect me one way or the other. But the Banker? She doesn’t have a tight relationship with the Scientist, but she has always, always been the Favored Child. (no, I am not exaggerating in the least, but I won’t waste space in this already huge post with evidence.) I expect more from her. She damn well should’ve been out there at least once by now. There’s just no excuse. And while no word of condmenation will come from me in her presence, it does piss me off on behalf of not just the Scientist, but of his mother as well. She is drowning in her own grief and stress out there, and has almost no support system whatsoever. I worry a lot about her, and watching her own daughter abandon her because she is too lazy is just unacceptable to me.
Holy long posts, Batman. Guess it’s time to shut up and go back to ruminating for a while…