I'll try and keep this brief.
My Mother had a brush with death two years ago when she had a brain aneurysm. She survived the event and had a coiling procedure which prevents any further rupture.
My Mother was also a smoker. Smoking dramatically increases the chances of an aneurysm. As we all know smoking dramatically increases the chances of all sorts of nasty things that run counter to a healthy, long life. Suffice to say the message was clear - STOP SMOKING.
Well, she did. For a fortnight. I caught her, smoke in one hand and glass of wine in the other. I was not happy about it but I didn't say anything. She kept up the facade to other family members including my little brother, which bothered me no end.
Fast forward to 4 months ago when they discovered an irregularity around where they had previously operated. Damn! This required another operation. She admitted to the Doctors of having had "a couple" and a few "whoops" since the initial event two years ago. Yeah, right. More like a few whoops on a daily basis and then some...
She underwent the op. Great. The surgeon spoke to her afterwards and said everything was successful. His parting words were very straightforward: "but one warning - only one. No smoking."
So we - being my father and I - thought the message had finally got through as to the dire nature of her addiction. This was not a case of "I'll be right - these things happen to other people" - this shit was happening to her and she was damned lucky to have lived.
But. But, but ... then yesterday. Yesterday I went around to her place and she wasn't home. I wasn't expected so she hadn't thought to clean up the evidence. The evidence being cigarette butts in the pottery, in the kitchen rubbish and the unmistakable whiff of staleness in the lounge. Busted. I was angry and anticipated a big row over the phone when I called her later... but, nothing like that eventuated. I called her and spoke evasively and ended the conversation promptly.
This would not be the first time she's lied to me and not the first time on this particular subject. This time it feels different. I can't say anything else to her that I haven't already. She knows all the risks. Part of me feels like telling her to go away and that hurts. This time I really thought she was going to be straight up. This time, we had agreed - no lies. I told my Father (they aren't together but are still friends) and he had suspected anyway. I left it in his hands because I feel done. Part of me feels like it is time to care a little less. Like - "Whatever Mum. Suit yourself". Her and I have been through a lot together and I feel I've tacked along with this issue for some time. Maybe it's time to care a little less, harsh as it may sound. If her self worth is that low she really isn't all too fussed on her continued existence... hell. What the fuck can I do? Be "supportive" and offer platitudes she'll quit when "it's right"?
I think at the very least my little bro has a right to know and I'll inform him this weekend. Ugh. Anyway this has been eating at me and I felt a urge to rant to the Internet. Sorry if the above comes across a little mish mash I have tried to stay coherent! Is there anything I can do - or shouldn't?
My Mother had a brush with death two years ago when she had a brain aneurysm. She survived the event and had a coiling procedure which prevents any further rupture.
My Mother was also a smoker. Smoking dramatically increases the chances of an aneurysm. As we all know smoking dramatically increases the chances of all sorts of nasty things that run counter to a healthy, long life. Suffice to say the message was clear - STOP SMOKING.
Well, she did. For a fortnight. I caught her, smoke in one hand and glass of wine in the other. I was not happy about it but I didn't say anything. She kept up the facade to other family members including my little brother, which bothered me no end.
Fast forward to 4 months ago when they discovered an irregularity around where they had previously operated. Damn! This required another operation. She admitted to the Doctors of having had "a couple" and a few "whoops" since the initial event two years ago. Yeah, right. More like a few whoops on a daily basis and then some...
She underwent the op. Great. The surgeon spoke to her afterwards and said everything was successful. His parting words were very straightforward: "but one warning - only one. No smoking."
So we - being my father and I - thought the message had finally got through as to the dire nature of her addiction. This was not a case of "I'll be right - these things happen to other people" - this shit was happening to her and she was damned lucky to have lived.
But. But, but ... then yesterday. Yesterday I went around to her place and she wasn't home. I wasn't expected so she hadn't thought to clean up the evidence. The evidence being cigarette butts in the pottery, in the kitchen rubbish and the unmistakable whiff of staleness in the lounge. Busted. I was angry and anticipated a big row over the phone when I called her later... but, nothing like that eventuated. I called her and spoke evasively and ended the conversation promptly.
This would not be the first time she's lied to me and not the first time on this particular subject. This time it feels different. I can't say anything else to her that I haven't already. She knows all the risks. Part of me feels like telling her to go away and that hurts. This time I really thought she was going to be straight up. This time, we had agreed - no lies. I told my Father (they aren't together but are still friends) and he had suspected anyway. I left it in his hands because I feel done. Part of me feels like it is time to care a little less. Like - "Whatever Mum. Suit yourself". Her and I have been through a lot together and I feel I've tacked along with this issue for some time. Maybe it's time to care a little less, harsh as it may sound. If her self worth is that low she really isn't all too fussed on her continued existence... hell. What the fuck can I do? Be "supportive" and offer platitudes she'll quit when "it's right"?
I think at the very least my little bro has a right to know and I'll inform him this weekend. Ugh. Anyway this has been eating at me and I felt a urge to rant to the Internet. Sorry if the above comes across a little mish mash I have tried to stay coherent! Is there anything I can do - or shouldn't?