"Use it to help other people, then."

[kyburg]

I had the talks with Cliff before he died. About how many financial things would just go *poof* and stop being issues, and how possibly I would inherit a large sum of money or two - just because he died. It wasn't far from the truth. Enough funds came in to reset everything to zero - but he never saw any of it.

If I couldn't be happy about it? Use it to help other people, then. That's what he said.

It's not the money I got to use this morning.

Mom called. In the course of verifying this last procedure, she needed a radiologic exam - and they needed labs for backup.

Her kidney function has taken another turn downward, and it scared the crap out of her. So I put my OHMYGODFUCK aside and related what I knew about kidney failure.

I did an admirable job. She's not as scared anymore.

Rah rah, siss boom bah. I'm damn good at this, and I shouldn't be.

I wonder if Sis knows about this. It's a sure bet older brother hasn't even been considered for in-the-loopage. Younger brother? In the thick of it, and doing the real Capricorn thing about processes. Good boy.

But I'm the one with the first-hand experience of caring for someone with end-stage renal disease.

It's not all bad. On the list of things I'd choose to deal with, I'd skip it if I had a choice - but renal failure is not as nasty as say, cancer is. (Not many things are.) And given two weeks, you can get used to anything.

But, damn. I'd like my hands to stop shaking now. Okay?

Comments

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

Lady, there were days I was only around Cliff to get the fiscal benefits. If you listened to some people.

I was either a saint or a gold-digger. People couldn't decide what it was, because it was sure bet they couldn't figure out why I stuck it out.

Simple. Because I said I would. Marriage vows, yanno.

*rolls eyes* It just never fails to amaze me.

[riverheart.livejournal.com]

Simple. Because I said I would. Marriage vows, yanno.

Yeah, I know.

It took Bob actively mandating, not just threatening, that I kill Mr. Bonehead to get me out. I took the physical, the emotional, and the verbal abuse. I took the casually telling me that he could kill me as easily as *that* when we were lying, cuddling in bed. I made vows, and I kept them.

But then he tried to force me to kill an innocent dog. Taz didn't take those vows.

[lefresne.livejournal.com]

Good lord, how unaware those folk were. I don't know you *that* well (though feel sometimes as if I do) and I know that isn't part of your makeup at all.

Saint? No doubt at times. Golddigger, hell there are easier ways to get money wouldn't you say?

I'd say good person. Good person who believes in what she said when she got married. Yep.