R is so much better at talking to people than I am. Here is why.
Firefighting Nephew called today. He does not normally call Auntie Andrew, so it must be important, and it was.
Ex Sis in Law, his mum, has been in hospital having an infected cyst removed from under her arm. She is home now.
Ex Sis in Law's husband has been in hospital with an ear problem. He will return to hospital next week to have a knee replacement. Then later, the other knee must be done.
(Intervention) R spoke to Ex Sis in Law on the telephone as I began to write this. There were tears, me included, as I sat on the balcony pondering)
Tradie Brother went to hospital in ambulance and has a bowel ulcer. He has had surgery and will be in for a few days and has a stomach band. He called Mother just after he was out of surgery and made no sense at all to her. He wanted to hear Mummy's voice and reassurance. Mother always being there for her children is something I will focus on at her funeral, and in times of strife for her children, she really has been there to do her duty. Some of you may wonder why we put up with her nonsense at times, but she was a very good and understanding mother to us and we never went without. She knew I was gay before I did and that was not in a time where gay children were so readily embraced. She complains about Sister and Bone Doctor, but not about them being two women together. She tried to find a wife for ABI son, to no avail, but she worries more about him than any of her other children.
It is Oldest Niece's 29th birthday. She is in town for a knees up with mates, while Ex Sis in Law, just out of hospital, looks after Little M and Little Em........and one of the twin baby girls.
The other twin girl is being looked after by her Islander dad. The twinnies are undergoing a quick weaning.
So what has happened to Hippie Niece with her twin daughters? She has had a total breakdown and is drugged to the maximum at the local hospital. There is a four week wait for placement at a good hospital to treat her, as her Specialist said (specialist in what?) to treat the most extreme case of postnatal depression he/she has ever seen. If you remember, the twinnies were no longer born than they flew off to New Zealand for their paternal grandfather's dying ceremony.
I've spoken to Mother tonight. She is worried and concerned but calm. Firefighting Nephew called his gran today after he called me, and he cried on the phone to his gran. He has done his part, being down with his sisters and mother and doing looking after the twinnies.
Oh dear, we were out on the balcony looking at works being done down below and I cracked and burst into tears, a five minute interlude while writing this post. I want to give Hippie Niece a big hug and tell her everything will be ok, but she doesn't even want to see her own mother, her twin daughters, let alone us.
Oh yes, it did go all go so wrong after R's humour when Ex Sis in Law rang. R said to her, what are you lot doing keeping doctor's in Porsche's? Little did we know, and it went downhill from there.
We can't help anyone in a practical way without offering money. I will text Ex Sis in Law with some kind words and ask for Hippie Niece's partner's phone number and find out how short of money they are and see if we can help there, but really, while they don't have money, money is not the problem.
Anyway, off to see Little Jo perform tomorrow. As cousins, Little Jo and my other nieces and nephew will never really connect because of the age difference. Little Jo is kind of more age connected to our great nieces. But those branches of the family may well not connect in the future. Little Jo's life is so different to the other side of family. Not better, not worse, just ever so different.