
This past summer, my mom was in the hospital for about a month. It was due to her alcohol problem that has been accumulating for the past 20 years or so.
She missed my prom and my graduation.
I just can’t help but feel pain. I’ve been crying nonstop. You see, my mom is currently in the hospital for the same reason except, this time, it’s 3 times as bad.
They want to put her into a nursing home or care with hospice. But, you know, she can’t do hospice because it isn’t enough care.
My mom isn’t even coherent; I try to talk to her and what not but she just sleeps. All the time. She’s on the verge of death, basically. My heart is literally aching inside.
Because I keep on thinking “What if… What if…”
My mom and I used to be close even when I was little and while she still drank booze. At first it was Yukon Jack, Peppermint Schnapps, Hot Damn! 100, and then it was Gilbey’s Vodka for the past 5 or 7 years and until her doctor told her how she could potentially die faster within months when she was at the hospital this past time, like, around late May/June, she went on to Jack Daniels.
I wish I could have been there for her more.
My parents are divorced and I live with my dad and step-mom.
I would go over my mom’s house and visit her (we live in the same town: 6 or 7 miles away) and she would ask me to spend the night and I would always say no… she was sometimes drunk, yes, but often times she wasn’t drunk at all and I still said no. She was scared to be alone and I felt bad but couldn’t. I often lacked sympathy for her.
Now, I wish I did spend the night. I wish so bad… why couldn’t I? It just kills me inside. We could have had a good time laughing about stuff or just talking.
She isn’t even able to talk now. I feel so mad at myself and guilty.
I just don’t know what to do…
In a way, it’s weird because I knew, at one point, she would die but now that it’s actually happening and coming up, it’s shocking.
Why do people need to drink? I feel at a complete and utter loss.
I’m only 19 and my mother is 50 years old. It’s so young.
She’s basically dying and has less than probably 4 months to live. It’s sad because my niece’s birthday is coming up and then it’s my mom’s birthday and it’s in the same month. A couple days before Thanksgiving… and it’s Christmas. Gah. She barely knows who I am or siblings are due to the swelling of the brain. She thought I was her brother who, I may add, died of the same exact thing but he was 37 I believe.