I couldn't even count the number of times my little brothers peed, threw up, or bled on me.
It's just part of the job.

Good luck with your meeting. It's rough stuff, but better to get out of the way now.

True, too true.  And you have more than one little brother!  I can't imagine having more than one.  Taking care of my (big) little brother is handful enough. Right now I'm trying to lure Mark away from the video game he's playing (he's addicted).  Then it's vaccuuuming time!  Ugh.  I wish he was still small so I could toss him across the room (kidding!). 

 

Exactly.  It's lucky we still have her alive and somewhat coherent to make those plans.  My empathy talents come in handy during these times.  My mother no longer has her teeth and the tumor in her neck makes it hard for her to talk.  It's like she's shrinking, like she's turning into a baby.  To make up for her lack of communication, her eyes get really bright and wide and she takes on the cutest appearance.  Her body may be failing her, but her mind is very much all there. 

Having two younger brothers was tough, but it was good practice for having three boys of my own. 

Oh!
I have a tarot deck that I bought and it doesn't agree with me. Want it?

It's the Experimental Tarot.

Hmmmm, interesting!  Sure, I'll have it.  I'll add it to my growing deck collection.  *wink!*  I seem to inherit a lot of cards.

My family meeting was rough yesterday.  I kinda felt slighted by my brother who didn't want me to talk about doing any arrangements for my mother even though she was open to talking more about it.  But then she started to weep and I got angry stares, so I shut up.  As the day wore on, I got more and more angry about it.  I'll blog more about it later as I more deeply examine my feelings and work out some healing with my family.  My mother and I have never really seen eye-to-eye since I became a pagan and made a supplemental living as a psychic reader.  It's great that other families and people have long appreciated those aspects of myself, but my family disregards my talents or thinks I'm just stupid (which is worse than just flat out not liking it, nothing worse than being laughed at).  So you can see why I'm a tad angry and sad at times.  However, I'm trying to let go of that feeling and be positive for my mom (at the same time trying to make peace and be true to myself).

Well, I'm sure your brother can come up with something worse...brothers always do! How'd you end up roped into that job anyway?!

My brother and I make little deals where "if I do something for you, you do this for me" sort of reciprocation.  He took me shopping in Wausau, I agreed to do his dishes, if you know what I mean.  I never made it to Appleton due to time constraints, but managed to get some new wardrobe items for summer.  I made good on some cotton pants and gouchos that will keep me cool all summer long.  Plus a kimono sleeve blouse that is to die for from Lane Bryant.  I still want to visit my other favorite store, Torrid, before all the really warm sweaty weather comes!

I can relate to cleaning up my brother's messes. The worse part is, is that he expects me to clean up his mess of a life, too. *rolls eyes*.

 

It can't be easy making those types of arrangements. I commend you for being able to see that it helps her feel at ease.

I look at it this way: family has made some sacrifices for me, so I try to help when I can.  We've not always gotten along and I like to think this is a great way to do a lot of "pre-healing" before death happens.