That Look.
When your child is ill and there isn’t anything obviously wrong you get used to people giving you, that look.
A look that is full of pity for having been deceived by your manipulative child.
A look that is condescending because you are obviously too stupid to realise that your child is perfectly fine.
A look that shows they aren’t listening because they are sick to death of hearing you rabbit on about how worried you are.
A look that makes you just want to scream with frustration and rage.
My brother gave Veronica that look on Monday.
We were in the restaurant and I was writing down dot points for Mum’s Eulogy. I offered the pen to Vonnie and asked her if she would like to to have a turn writing. Von’s answer nearly broke my heart. “I cant write Mum, my wrist is too bad.”
The look he gave her was filled with contempt for her laziness. And that look really sums up Mike’s relationship with his family down here in quaint little old Tassie.
I don’t know if my brother reads my blog or not but if you do Mike, know that I do love you. Veronica has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and I am desperately worried that she will be in a wheelchair by the time she is thirty.
Today I am going to the doctor with my daughter as I have done a million times in the past seven years. This time we are going to to see about a lump in her breast. I hope it is just a cyst. Please let it just be a cyst.
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Updated:- We have just returned from the Doctors and she thinks that Vonnies lump is probably just a cyst. She has given Von a referral for an ultrasound and I am much less stressed now. *phew*
Oh, please let it “just” be a cyst!
That look… sometimes comes with a sideways tilt. And it never fails to make me want to bury my fist in that person’s face.
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I’ll be hoping right here with you my loves.
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Please, please, please let it just be a cyst – or a blocked oviduct – something simple. ‘K?
In the meantime – you tell your brother I have a very special ‘look’ reserved just for him. It’s much like the one I used to give my sons when they especially stupid shit. Only for him, my look won’t be so friendly.
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Sending love and healing energy. Grief is enough to deal with. No need for arseholiness from our loved ones. Unfortunately, it happens a lot. I’m so sorry you have more upon more to deal with. Sending you a peaceful heart.
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Hugs and superhugs – and here is a fish to smack your brother in the face with!
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Must trade pointers on kids “faking” things. I have three good autism “fakers” who are pulling the wool over my eyes. Oh! And Woodjie has somehow fooled the entire state of Missouri’s First Steps program, too. He gets about $1700 worth of therapy per month.
Does that stop little Missy Miss and her snotty attitude in the grocery when my kid screams and flaps? Nooooooo.
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Oh my goodness – Lumps are scary – I have lumpy boobs but its fibreadenosis (or however you spell it?) – I go yearly for mammos and if needs be, ultra sound and have done for years now. Always nerve-wracking- before the visit and always sigh with relief when finished! May it continue that way.
As for the look – ignore it if you can! He will eventually understand what you have been going through.
Have been following your blog but not commenting lately – have had really bad flu and no energy to sit in front of the computer – it’s also freezing here and this study/room is the coldest room in the house – we live in Africa so our houses are not geared for our very short but cold winters!!!!! (Ours isn’t anyway!) My thoughts have been with you and your loved ones through this sad time. I loved your last photo of your Mom – very special!
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Oooh, how I hate that look. I get it sometimes when I say I can’t do something I normally would do, because my back or neck is aching too badly. Because I’m at work and still moving almost normally, people think I’m faking.
Keeping my fingers crossed it’s a cyst!
Give Veronica a hug for me, ok? xx
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You could use a break from the medical profession really. I hope it’s a cyst. Got everything crossed for her, and you.
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Keeping my fingers crossed it’s just something harmless. She has enough on her plate as it is. As for your brother, I wish I could give him MY look too.
But I think it’s plain stupidity. He can only use what little brains he’s got. Don’t know if I said that right but I’m sure you’ll catch my drift.
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Keeping my fingers crossed it’s just a cyst. I think you all have more than enough to deal with right now!
I don’t really love him, can I say ‘Prick’ ?
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thinking of you..
hoping things work out very well..
I’m with Hyphen Mama – my fist, their face.
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yes I do read yours and Vonnies blogs and always have. I am not one for putting my words for all internets to read……my family is for that, but this time u have your wish
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I don’t usually write things that are private into a blog but since you put your heart on your sleeve for everyone to see I will let you know everyone else sees “your brother” Mick. As for the photos – I know he only took a few photos and left the suitcase of photos in your Mum’s house.
I met Mick in 2002 when he started dating my daughter Fiona! I met Lyn and the boys Christmas the same year. Lyn and I became very good friends then, and over the years as we had so much in common. We also had some exceptional happy times together at New Year Eve watching the fire works on the beach at midnight and walking home at 4.00am with all the rest of the teenagers. As Mothers we talked about our children! … all the crazy thinks kids do when are young. We talked about our children and the hard times they that had all been through growing up… and as Mothers we talked about that they are growing up into fine adults! I miss her too Kim!
Mick was a little hard to get to know as he was reserved and tended to clam up. My Father who was a retired officer of the South African army was the fist one to realize what a fine man Mick is. My father said that he had known many men in the war and later trained soldiers in the army and he really respected Mick. At Fiona and Mick’s wedding he made a wonderful speech to them and presented Mick with his own official sword. It was then used to cut the wedding cake!
We have seen Mick being a amazing father to his boys Hayden and Nathan and beautiful daughter Kaitlyn. We have heard him talk about how much he cares for his Nan and Lyn’s brothers and families.
Mick has taken our family to his heart as we have with him. When my father died he was a pillar of strength to me and my mother. My mother loves him as a grandson and cried with him when Lyn died….Cried with him again when he came back after the funeral. Hi is like a son to me too and was so supportive to Fiona when she was going tough times too.
So Kim….. Where is this heartless person that you are talking about for the entire world to see? We don’t understand why you don’t see him the way we all do. … The caring, loving, tough, soft, understanding and most of all a family man!!!! I am so sorry for you as you are missing out on a remarkable man, never mind a brother in the true sense. Jenny