My mother, the one who gave me life is in the hospital, fighting for her life.
She had a large part of her liver removed. I didn’t find out until 3 weeks later. My half brother, the one she kept didn’t Tell me, because my mother said not to tell anyone. This is another reason she should have kept me. I am smart. Smarter than my brother. I would never not tell someone that their mother is having life threatening surgery!!! There is NO excuse for that. I am her child.
As soon as I found out, i went to the hospital. Took off from work, got my ass on a train and a crosstown bus and went to see my mother. I haven’t seen her in over a year. We have issues. She’s so happy to see me, and tells me I’m an angel who appeared out of nowhere. She’s a mess. Still bedridden, not really eating.
I called the hospital a few days later, and they tell me she was released! I have no idea where she is. I beg the one she kept, and he tells me shes in a nursing home, near his home.
I drive 2 hours with my 18 year old daughter, and go to the city where i was born. The one who she kept’s wife is there. She wisely hightails it out of there when she sees me. If looks could kill. There she is sitting with MY MOTHER and this woman didn’t even have the common decency to tell me she was ill, or that she was moved? I feel the trauma of loss all over again.
We have a nice visit, but Mom still doesn’t look good. A few days later, I wake up early, with a bad feeling in my heart. I go downstairs and wait until 7am to call the nursing home. They tell me she was released!! There was no way this woman was going home. She is bedridden. They tell me she went back to the hospital. I have no idea what has happened, but assume the worst.
The nursing home won’t tell me where she went, but the do tell me she went back to the hospital. They transfer me to the head nurse, who asks me who I am. I say her daughter, and they tell me I’m not the informant. I have to ask the one who she kept if i want any info. My husband calls him, I wake him up, screaming, “my mother’s dying, and they won’t tell me where she is!’. The poor man. The one she kept didn’t answer his phone. I beg the nursing home to tell me what city my mother’s in. The head nurse finally blurts out the name of the hospital.
Mom had an infection and is back in ICU. I go visit.
I realize the one she kept is not going to share information about my mother with me. I call the hospital everyday, to check on her condition.