Didn't realize I was given that title (caregiver)until one of my siblings called me that.
My dad is 73. He lives out of state. Two years ago he came to NY very sick from his prostate. Without thinking about it, I took him in.
It's my father, a very loving father to us 3. He was very sick, he had surgery. He was discharged and recovered well. My father spent 3 months in my house. I had no help from my siblings at all.
Now he's back for his annual check-up. Even though my siblings live near me. One of them lives in the same building I do, they refuse to help with dad's appointment or anything else. I get very angry. I'm not the only child. This man was a great father to us.
One of them says he has cats n that's why he doesn't take my dad to his home. The other has the excuse she doesn't have space n her boyfriend suffers from OCD.
What about me?
I have a new marriage. I have a 1 bedroom apartment, I made space for him. I have my children n grandchildren. I have a life too. It's so much to sacrifice, n they're living their lives with no kind of interruptions. It's not fair.
I feel sorry for my dad sometimes but sometimes I feel anger too. I don't want to feel anger. I'm not that kind of person.
Then if I say something, they always looking for an excuse or try to make me feel guilty. I can't believe how they're able to sleep at nite, not giving dad the care and love, dad gave to them.