🦇 Rekindling a broken home, November 14th 2024 🦇

Tonight I got some sad, heartbreaking news. My father who I have’s spoke to in a long time. Periodically we have had a unstable relationship due to my upbringing. My mother too. Well, tonight he told me today that there are 5 nodules in his lungs. They suspect that he might have mesothelioma. He doesn’t know for sure- YET, but will let me know, but for now the doctors are just keeping an eye on the nodules. 2 months ago he fell off a ladder inside a home he was working on and fell onto a toilet, breaking his good knee and damn near breaking his back. He’s really going through it and the doctor told him that in maybe in 10 years time he’d need a wheelchair. My father has been the working man for my family all my life. Even when us children grew up and left the house he continued to work, letting my mom be a stay-at home wife. 

But, speaking about my mother, he told me she is completely bed bound. She can no longer walk. She’s handicapped the entire home for her to get around in. Got her an electric wheelchair and a regular wheelchair and a walker. He’s had to become her caregiver on top of everything else that is happening in his life. And he has not told my mom about the possible cancer. My mother has a spinal injury due to a previous spinal infection that almost killed her a fe years ago, and that infection caused serious damage that has now left her almost completely paralyzed. 

Between the both of them, they are dying. My father had to deny himself a full knee replacement because he knew he’d lose his job, and cant take care of my mother all at the same time if he had it done. So his doctor is making arrangements to do small repairs and small replacements to the things that are broken and severely damaged in order to give him at least 7 years left on that knee before needing a full replacement. He wont do anything with his back because he’s worried that if a surgery for hiss back goes wrong, then he cant take care of my mother, he can’t work, and he’ll lose his job and their home. 

He wanted us to start talking again because he wants to be in my sons life. He doesn’t know what will happen in the next couple years and doesn’t want to miss anymore of my sons life. I layer out some boundary rules and everything and kept it short, but I let him continue to tell me what he wanted to tell me. We’ve been texting back and forth through out tonight and will keep in communication for the time being. Until my boundaries and trust are broken, we will talk. 

I guess this is the start of rekindling a broken home.