My story begins Nov 11th 2010. On this day my lil sister Denise was going to work, and she was dropping my nephew Bobby off at daycare like she did everyday. This day was differant though. They lived w/ my parents, and when they didn't return home that night at the time they normaly would my mom started to get concerned. After making numorous phonecalls to my sister, and not being able to contact her she began to go out of her mind. My sister finally sent my mom a text later that night saying she wasn't coming home.
That was the last thing we heard from her for a few weeks. For Thanksgiving my parents recieved a post card in the mail w/ no return adress, but it was postmarked Pheonix Az. My sister had met some guy on the internet and decided to just pick up and move to the other end of the country w/out so much as an explanation, and doing so she broke my mothers heart. My nephew is the light in my mothers eye, the love of her life. When Denise took him away from her she took away her world. I noticed a change in my mom almost immediatly. She started loosing all kinds of weight, she became kind of lazy (ok there is no kind of about it, she became very lazy) She stopped cleaning her home, she stopped doing pretty much everything. She became increasingly dependent on me and my Half sister for almost everything. My father is disabled and not really much of a help. I found out about two months ago that she stopped taking a couple of her meds, she decided they were doing her more harm than good so rather than consult her dr. she just said to #### w/ those I'm not taking them anymore. When I found this out I gave her #### about it, and of course that went in one ear and out the other.
About five weeks ago I got a call at work that my mom had been rushed to the hospitol. I left work and set land speed records getting from work to her as fast as I could. When I arrived I learned he had gone into cardiac arrest and had died. Luckily (or unluckily depending on how I look at the situation at any given time) The doctors were able to bring her back and save her life. Because she stopped taking her meds she made herself very sick, but she was alive and got a second chance to make herself better. Now this is where my problems begin. She has been given a second chance, and she is behaving even worse than she was before. She will do absolutly nothing for herself. She will not bathe herself, dress herself, feed herself, she is now 100% dependent on everyone else around her. Yes I get it she is sick, but she is not going to get any better if she does not do things on her own. She is using her illness as an excuse to be lazy. The Dr wanted her to go to physical therepy, but because the only place she could go was an hour and a half away she refused it. Now all she does is lay around and watch t.v. Then when someone tells her she needs to do something she says "My dr. told me to get plenty of rest, I'm just doing what the dr. told me to do".
I am so depressed because I keep thinking that she would have been better off if she just would have died, then a part of me feels like she did die on Nov 11th 2010
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