Nov 30 2006
Shit
I found out today my sister had to take my uncle to hospital. He was having trouble breathing and had been having problems with his legs for a while, although he hadn’t said anything about them.
There’s no excuse since he lives literally less than five minutes from my Mum and Dad. He’s my Mum’s older brother so I can appreciate the fact that he doesn’t want to turn to his little sister when he’s having problems. The thing is, my mum is the rock of her family.
She’s the youngest of five children, and without doubt the first one any of her siblings come to with problems.
anyway, I spoke to my mum, earlier today and I mistook what she said when she mentioned my uncle. I don’t want to sound heartless but when I thought she meant her uncle, who is very old and hasn’t been too well recently, I wasn’t too surprised he was in hospital and I asked her to let me know how he was.
Later this evening, she called me to say that my uncle was okay but they were keeping him in overnight to run some tests.
Let’s say when I was aware of my mistake I felt fucking terrible. My uncle William is my Mum’s youngest brother, but the third of five, and has always been very close to my family. In fact he introduced my dad to my mum, so if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here.
Once I found out my mistake I called my sister, who was the one that had to take him to hospital and stay with him until my mum and dad got there. I can only say I’m really proud of the way she handled herself today. She’s solid in a crisis, and today she truly showed her strength. My uncle looked like he was on the verge of having a heart attack, according to my sis, and she got him to the hospital in record time. The way she described it to me earlier tonight I could tell she was totally freaked out by it all.
Let’s just say our family have had a few scares in the last year, my uncle today, my aunty, (my mum’s youngest sister) had a mild stroke around new year last year, and about this time last year my granddad was rushed to the hospital with chest pains.
I should be finishing of my NaNoWriMo novel tonight but I’m too stressed, I’ve tried to write but I just can’t get the thought of my uncle in hospital out of my head. At one point today he had lot’s of chest monitors attached to him, and the doctors had no idea why he was so ill.
My uncle should be fine we hope, although he needs to take better care of himself. It was a hell of a scare today and when I see him tomorrow he is going to get some shit from me for scaring us so badly.
As it stands, the fact that he got so unwell without us knowing, and the relief that he should be okay constantly has me close to tears.
There’s nothing like your family being in trouble to put your little problems into perspective.
