Day 15: Tis the Season to Winter

After everything with my aunt, I ended up speaking my little sister the following morning. It was the first time we had talked since Mom’s diagnosis. It was an emotional conversation where we both admitted we didn’t want to watch our mother die.

LG had talked to other family members who provided some comfort by advising her that it wasn’t as serious as that particular aunt made it seem. While we were talking, I found out my mom had lost 50 pounds from her inability to eat.

We both are a bit frustrated by family and their opinions. Certain people feel like we should be home, but haven’t offered any means of getting us there. I cannot afford to go home without having my life fall apart here. My sister has no income and can’t afford to go home until someone finds it in their budget.

My aunt, who has the best of intentions, was drinking when she spoke to us. And when she drinks, everything is a bit exaggerated. Her life is the most depressing when she’s been drinking. When I remembered the conversations she and I had in the past after drinks, I remembered to consider the source… But at the same time… *sigh*

We were told mom was only having a consultation this week, but it turns out she’s going into surgery today for that whole stomach rerouting thing so she can eat. I didn’t find out until yesterday. LG told me and she found out accidentally. Later that night, my cousin text me and confirmed. I don’t think my sister realizes that she’ll be in the hospital for a week to recover.

Today’s post is Tis the Season to Winter. I’m taking a creative license on this one. Tis the Season to Win Her life…