Face the Facts…
Even the most perfectly oiled plans can simply go wrong, or is it best titled the man that fell to earth, It never just rains, it pours … Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, never mind shell shocked think sitting in the crater with the world being destroyed around you, maybe even the walls came tumbling down? I don’t know the answers here.
I am behind a perfectly planned day because life isn’t easy, there are small wins and victories that make you feel good and then there are just huge disasters that make you think not just once, twice or even thrice but disasters that multitask you without your consent!
That’s been my day, thank goodness for the post dated facility in WordPress, l was quite pleased that l would get this afternoon to do some writing aside from promotion posts or little things, like you know at Christmas you might have a stocking over the fireplace or the door or wherever you have these things hanging, and then you have your main present, well my main piece today was my relaxing pieces, and that time was taken away from me again to start hurdling once more a barrage of family problems and obstacles.
My Sister was working all day today, she started at 7am and worked till 8pm, she asked if l could call Dad as she had not heard anything from him and was worried as he had not even responded to her texts.
A deep sigh, ok, sure. He hadn’t replied to anything of mine either, so sure.
He picked up the phone and said he was doing very badly, he had seen nurses and his doctor. He apparently had not seen my texts or emails and said in the next breath said he couldn’t be bothered to respond to them and translate them which confused me somewhat. He told me that my bloody Sister had sent him a text at 8.15 and that was totally unacceptable and he refused to respond!
I talked a bit further, he referred to my Sister as a she and not by name until l asked who ‘she’ was? He responded with my Sister’s name in a certain amount of disgust, she is obviously a fallen from grace angel which is somewhat unkind as he saw her as his favourite. But more so because she has tried to get him to acknowledge if she could come down and see him?
He didn’t sound well admittedly, but he wasn’t confused he was lucid. The call ended, l said l would call him back over the weekend.
The phone rang 20 minutes later a strange number, but the code was from my Dad’s neck of the woods and l though ‘Ho ho, perhaps this is his doctor?’ It wasn’t, it was an NHS administration team asking for me to clarify my postcode? What for l asked and what is this to do with please? To position you into the correspondence from the Hospice.
What Hospice l enquired, l think you have the wrong number. No, right number you are next of kin, and that’s when it clicked into place. All the lies were about to be given questions and answered. The first piece of solid and factual information since this all began three months ago.
From that point to literally just an hour ago coming off the phone to my aunt, l could finally award the facts about my Father’s illness that he had been lying about.
He isn’t lying about being ill, he isn’t lying about dying, he is. He has less than three months if that. But he had been lying about so many other things to avoid any one person having all the truths, because he wanted to keep his independence.
The sad truth unfolded over the next nine hours, calls, emails, texts, more calls. Now we as his family know the dreadful facts behind his lies or rather the facts of his ‘face the facts’ phrase, he just carefully ensured none of us actually knew the facts, or rather all of them.
He was assessed yesterday by the Hospice, made no mention of that today in our call, he denied falling, he lied about all sorts of things until the assessor told him to face the facts which were if you do not help me assess you, l will say that you are non functioning and then you shall be placed into a hospice. Oh he didn’t like that, not one bit, so he decided to assist them in the assessment. He has agreed to receive pallative care now, but yet snubbed my Sister’s offer as she is a professional in pallative care, but he doesn’t want her anywhere near him, not even in the same room, he doesn’t want us together, so therefore made me ‘first point of call next of kin’, and dropped her from that duty.
A crushing blow for his daughter who l had to inform today when l gave that back to her as was my right, she needed to know, she is in the industry she knows what to ask, l am clueless. It was the right thing to do, she needed to speak to MacMillan trained nurses, she wants to be one and has the experience to be one, but more importantly she is his daughter, and she loves him. My Dad wanted to spite my Sister, she was supposed to be the one to receive the calls and yet yesterday at the very last minute for whatever reason, he made me first contact, l wasn’t even listed before that.
My Sister and l chatted in Facebook for hours, she learned of who he is, and we came to understand why he had started the rift between us, but after he has gone, our friendship will not falter, we will stay in touch and become Brother and Sister again, sure a lot of years have passed us by, but his death will bond us again and that is a miserable fact, that it will take his death to bring us together again when we didn’t orchestrate the seperation.
It has been a ghastly, horribly draining day if l am honest, and l am more than shell shocked, l am saddened by some of the things l have found out today, and yet not, they are so , so him.
Face the facts? Yes, l have had to Dad, all day. It’s not easy finding out that someone dislikes you this much, and worse finding out it’s your own Father.
Oh well tomorrow is another day.