Just found out my mum has cancer. Again.
This isn't about how any of us feel about cancer, it's a bastard disease and I hate how it destroys lives. I know this. Believe me I've been there.
Last time my mum was ill I exhausted myself physically and emotionally going to appointments and caring for her before and after all her treatmenrs and surgeries (whilst being a single parent and working full time in a new job) while my brother did nothing. Visited twice but zero support during and afterwards. I ended up having counselling and my relationship with both of them has suffered badly.
So new diagnosis was only recently. I heard the words "I don't know what to say to your brother so he doesn't worry. Quite frankly he needs to worry. He didn't last time because I took the brunt of everything and I just can't do it again.
I don't need to hear I'm a bitch for not supporting my mum. I will, of course, unconditionally. I just can't take it all on again whilst my brother floats in and out.