About a month ago, I lost an uncle. He was married to one of my father’s sisters and was found in the house with a stroke. He’d been the full time caretaker of my aunt, who has frontal lobe dementia. My cousins had tried to get him to have my aunt put in a nursing home, since she no longer can recognize anyone, and they were afraid of just this sort of thing happening, where he would fall or have a stroke and she wouldn’t know what to do. Anyway, he died. He wasn’t a well-liked man (outside of his immediate family, I suppose), but he was very good to my aunt, whose downhill slide has gone on for about 7 years.
A few days later we got word that my nephew was in a vehicle roll-over in Afghanistan. He fractured his neck, but with surgery and great care, he will be okay. Still, a traumatic thing for the family - he’s only 21.
Almost two weeks ago, my oldest dog had to be put to sleep. He had spinal arthritis, suffered a collapse and couldn’t stand on his own any more. It was heartbreaking, but it was time.
9 days ago while my cousin and his wife were at work and my aunt (from above) was with a fulltime aide, my aunt fell and broke her neck. She refused nutrition and the doctors have said she might live two weeks. My poor cousins. Although they lost her a long time ago in a very real sense, to have both parents die separately within a month’s time is very hard. And I didn’t even know if I could wish that she’d start eating - she had no mind, her neck was broken (although I saw that isn’t necessarily a huge impediment in the case of my nephew), and she’d lost her companion of 50 years. She died yesterday.
And last week I found out my brother has prostate cancer and is being stupid about treatment. Apparently he has gotten it into his mind that my father’s lung cancer became more active and aggressive after he had the biopsy down, and so doesn’t want to have any surgical intervention. That’s stupid - our father had non-small-cell lung cancer that was already affecting his health before the biopsy. it was in a spot where there was no surgical option and he lived for 18 months after his diagnosis. The biopsy had nothing to do with it.
Even Downtown Abbey doesn’t have this much tragedy in a short period! This has to stop! I can’t take a major event every week.