Shock

So Saturday night I had my first patient... My dad...  He tripped and crushed his kneecap and the severe pain caused him to go into shock.  Needless to say if we had not called the paramedics for help he would have died.  I am really fucked up about this....

Point blank...  I have been the BIGGEST bitch to my dad...  I have let his alcoholic condition be an excuse to not try very hard to help him quit.  I had verbalized my blase attitude about his impending death via Hep C. I had already prepared myself (so I thought) for his dying.  I was wrong and in being wrong I learned a valuable lesson.  No matter how selfish I perceive him to be, no matter how many times he pisses me off because he drank WAY too much, no matter how much it hurts that he won't quit drinking and that because of alcohol he hasn't been an active participant in my life, NO MATTER WHAT... he is my dad and I love him.  And I don't want him to die...

Bittersweet

Today is a bittersweet day...  Today is the 14th birthday of a little girl I carried in my womb and gave birth to, in reality Wednesday is the hard day, the day I placed her in some one else's arms and left her.  In many ways I still think of that day and of all the ways I am proud to have done that, but there are some days that I look at my son and think to myself "you have a sister that you don't even know" how do I tell him and when do I tell him? I need to pick a time, a moment when the horrible details of the story can teach him a valuable lesson, there has to be a lesson in all that pain. I feel like the pain and suffering are wasted if there is no lesson, no moral to the story.  "Look kids, your mom wasn't a hussy or a slut, in reality she was with one person and he broke her heart..." I am still soooo mad at him. He tricked me, I had been so careful and he tricked me into losing my virginity saying he loved me and we would be together forever. Why was I stupid enough to fall for it? And I know he does NOT want to meet her, how do I tell her that?

Her adopted dad has told me that she wants to meet me when she turns 18.  That's 4 years from now and I am ashamed.  I feel like she will be disappointed in who I am, because I am disappointed that in 14yrs I haven't done what I wanted to do or become the person I wanted to be when we meet again.  The dreams I said I would be able to accomplish because of this second chance, I still haven't touched them. Listen to me, I sound so selfish...  The decision I made 14yrs ago was solely made for her and her alone.

I love her and miss her and sometimes the full weight of that falls on me like a ton of bricks. 

Happy Birthday Lauren, you are everything I hoped you would be!  A beautiful, happy young woman, reaching her full potential.  What more could a mom ask for?  Even if I am just watching from a distance....

Not Sure What's Happening...

A Good While Later

Nothing new has happened... In other words, things are the same as they were when one of us last blogged.  It had been so long that I actually forgot the password.  :::note to self: remind sister of new password::: 

I guess I can't say nothing has happened.  In the last month my sister and I have found new ways to bond. I taught her to knit and we are both learning to play the ukulele (well I am quasi learning, she is kicking ass at it!).

It's a waiting game with dad, he is the same as ever although he is opening up his heart and mind to Jesus a little more as time goes on. Ultimately that will be his saving grace whether in heaven or on earth. What I mean to say is, my father may no longer be an alcoholic but rather a Christian with a drinking problem, and if he is not saved on earth with physical healing, then Jesus has chosen to save him in His kingdom. I choose the former because it would be a blessing to see my father realize his potential, he is a very intelligent and creative man. 

God has blessed me so much with the relationships between my mom, sister and I.  Together we can make it through anything.