SubbieOnWheels
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When my dad was ill, my mother wasn't going to tell any of us. my sister happened to call, and she gave Mother all kinds of holy hell for not telling us, and made her promise to call the rest of us. After she called me, I went out and ordered flowers for him, with a teddy bear and a big yellow balloon. The card said, "A little bit of Florida sunshine" (They lived in northern Michigan, and it was winter). Dad had Mother call me, and he got on the phone and told me no one had ever sent him flowers. That made me feel so wonderful, and it was the last conversation I ever had with him. My other sister fought ovarian cancer for 5 years. She called each of her family members in January 2004 to tell us the doctors had discontinued chemo and radiation. She wanted us to be prepared. When the call came (in April) that she had passed, I was sad, but not totally flummoxed by the news. I had had time to prepare myself for life without the sister who had been a major part of my life since my birth. My roommate's brother-in-law, on the other hand, got a call one day from his brother: "Well, Diane is dead." Diane was his brother's wife and had been ill with melanoma for some months, in a hospice for the past two months at least. They had told no one, not even his 94-year-old mother, because the wife wanted it that way. I would not want that. I would prefer things the way they were with my dad and my sister.
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