Good and bad news form here.
On the upside, Donna saw the Oncologist this past Friday, and he told her this is a very slow growing Cancer. They’re planning to do a weak version of Chemo to see how she tolerates it, and if the results are good, will put in a port (subclavian) to facilitate treatment.
Her outlook has improved greatly, which helps me.
On the down side...... Dylan continues to have Short Term Memory issues. I saw my PCP this past Friday, explained his issues and let her know that his mother smoked pot heavily during both her pregnancies. She told my son that her OB/GYN okayed it, and the dumb ass believed her....
Dr. A, advises this can cause irreversible brain damage.
She suggested we have a Neuro/Psych evaluation done to see where we stand.
Joe is going to send written permission for Dylan’s Pediatrician to talk to me. I will explain my concerns and hopefully she will help us. The one thing I can promise you???? If the test results show what I suspect, Andrea will find herself charged with Child Abuse. I’m done with this shit. I’ve kept my mouth shut about this issue for four years. The child is NOT improving, and it’s time to take action.
Joe is mightily shaken. He’s thought all along that I’ve been talking through my hat. I haven’t been. I can SEE that there are big issues at hand. If I ask Dylan to go do 2 tasks, he comes back after the first one is done, because he CANNOT remember what the second one is. Joe, at age 2 could do better than Dylan can at 11.
Vicious as it may sound, the gloves are OFF now. I’m tired of the crap she pulls on them. This is supposed to be her visitation weekend. 4:30 Friday afternoon is her pick up time. By 5:30 I pretty much knew we had a problem. Mom lives with her drug dealer boyfriend, the boyfriend’s father, and the father’s girlfriend in the girlfriend’s house. They don’t want the kids there for the weekends, so she has to “find somewhere to “take” them”. Joe has told her that her responsibility is her responsibility and that he’s tired of covering for her. Back in Sept. she “supposedly” had a seasonal full time job at a Macy’s warehouse. Unbeknown to us, she stopped working in Oct, claiming workman’s comp. She did NOT resume her visitation weekends again until January when Joe put his foot down. That makes me sick. If it had been me, I’d have been beating his door down to get to my kids.
She hurts them and hurts them and hurts them. It breaks my heart. Where is SHE when they’re crying because she bailed on them again? She’s not the one hugging them and trying to soothe them. Mother of the Year, she will never be. Joe and I do our best to make the kids understand that he and I are happy to have them stay here. We like it. But your mother is your mother. And no amount of propaganda is going to heal the wounds she leaves.
So now she will deal with ME.
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