All of you, thanks for your input. MorComm, Yes, I have that reservoir of rage. You are so right. My last wailing I tired to yell and scream out all the rage and pain. I remember when I was a little girl staying at my Grandmothers when my brother was dying. The train tracks were very close by. When the train would go by I would run outside screaming my lungs out. I think I knew then what was coming.
There were such ambivalent feelings about my brother. All his crying then us being sent away. Did we cause his death? We were all relieved when he died such relief and guilt.
I feel guilt, too, when I can not be their to be an advocate for my parents or take care of them.
Yes, Valerie, she had unbearable pain. She did decide she could never go through pain of that magnitude again.
I moved them to this city 3 years ago. I had to move them, figure out where, when and what to move. Sell their home and rental property. Find dozens of Doctors for the 2 of them. Figure out their health care, and all their legal and financial issues. It was mind boggling what I was dealing with. The pelvic pain came on 2 years ago with Interstitial Cystitis. I was in excruciating pain but still was in their apartment everyday taking care of numerous details. I never told them. Finally the pain got so bad I had to tell because I was getting to the point that I couldn't function.
I copied an article about Interstitial Cystitis which talked about how devastating it was. My Father read it. He said "well, it looks like your going to be peeing all the time" then he left the room. Mother read the article. She laid it down and changed the topic. Talk about rage. After all I had done for them I was still "not good enough" for them to care about.
I went back the next day. I blew my stack at my Mother. Of course, I did not "get" all this like I do now. My Father has a pimple on his butt and I have him into see the Doctor in 24 hours. I embarrassed my Mother because this happened in the dining room at the retirement center. She kept patting my hand saying let's go back to the apartment to talk. I left wanting to never see them again. My Mother sent an email feeling great remorse.
I am going to get better. I know this. Thanks everyone for caring and understanding. Onward and Forward.