And The Beat Goes On.....

Its so hard to blog about things that happen to you when there is years and years and years of history that lead up to a single event.

So how to frame the post without it becoming a novel makes it difficult.

Let me try;

I have not spoken to my brother for over seven years. However, due to the fact that my mother has become seriously ill, we have had some interactions, however not face to face.

My brother is very wealthy, and that's an understatement. So when my mom started having all her problems, he pretty much started taking over her care...in every respect. He has always been one to take control, and I mean that in every sense of the word.

How do I talk about the years leading up to our split...how do I talk about the day when he had me taken away by the police and had me put into "observation" for a seventy two hour watch, as my mother looked on? How do I talk about how it changed my life forever?

I can't......I've never forgiven him for what he did to me.....and the beat goes on...

I got a phone call from Aunt Sally that my mom was doing worse....she had contracted some sort of bug at the hospital and had severe diarrhea (I think it was withdrawals from the drugs). The call was really her putting pressure on me to go and see my mother and help her with my Chinese medicine.

Because my brother has been so involved, I have stayed away from my mother, looking back, it was my strong instinct for self preservation. I knew that getting even close to my brother would hold danger to me and my well being...

I was right.....and ooooo how right I was...

Sally nudged me down there.....I had resisted up to this point, because I have learned that the people who appreciate you are those that seek me out, it is not me trying to convince them that there are alternative means in which to heal. I learned this a long time ago....that's why I never even did acupuncture on my mother, because my family does not understand this way of thinking. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO....

and I did......

I walked into my mom's house and I went to her bed....she was laying there and she was whiter than death, in fact she looked almost dead. I turned around and looked at the three Mexican house keepers that my brother had hired to watch over her. I handed them the rice cooker that I had brought for her to make congee ( a healing food), I put my acupuncture box down on the bed.....

The Mexican ladies went into a tizzy...I ignored them and started looking at my mom and asking her questions. My mother was in horrible shape, deathly ill.

I was getting ready to do acupuncture when all the sudden the head Mexican lady started heatedly asking me "what are you doing, what are you doing" of course with a very thick accent, if you can imigine that...a friggin Mexican asking ME what I'm doing to MY mother...

I looked at her and I told her that I was going to do some acupuncture on my mother and she said "oh no your not, you put nothing into her unless ROGER (my brother) says its okay" She is screaming this at me....I ignored her...AND THEN...

SHE GRABS MY ARM.....I'm not kidding....she physically grabbed me.

I'm a strong girl.....and you don't screw with me.

I turned on her and I threw her against the wall....

This is upsetting me....I will write what happened a little later.....