Role reversal

I've heard a thousand times over the years that God only gives as much as He thinks you can handle. I'm sorry to say, on days like this, I take issue with that statement.

It seems as though God, or Heaven, or fate seems to think I must have a bottomless pit of strength these days. Why else would so much shit hit the fan at the same time?

I'm motivated to write today because what I really want to do is scream. As if I didn't have enough on my plate at the moment, my mother told me yesterday that she found out she has tumors all over her stomach. She'd been in the hospital recently for another issue, and they decided to give her a CAT scan to check her out.

And now she's having hysterics, convinced she has cancer and is going to die.

My parents are very old-school people, and refuse to see a doctor unless they lose a limb or something. I've told her a hundred times over the last year to go to a doctor for help with her numerous physical ailments, and she always tells me the same thing...."I can't be bothered."

Well, what the hell! See what's happened? I'm so angry I could slap someone right now. Or worse. But of course, I won't.

As per usual, I took the opposite road of my parents, and go to the doctor all the time. I'm not at all paranoid, but I believe firmly in regular visits, checkups, necessary tests, etc. just in case something unusual ever does appear, and catching it immediately.

But I digress. Once again, the child has become the parent, and vice versa. Of course, I'll take it upon my self to calm her down, to make sure she asks questions, to follow up. She won't do it otherwise. She'll pull the covers over her head and wait for death to take her. It's just what she does.

You can't see me, of course, but I'm shaking my head in disgust.

I am worried about her, but I'm also insanely angry that she never bothered to take care of herself. (sigh)

So I'll be the good daughter. Again.

Thanks for listening. :)