"No one wants to admit that compassion and cruelty can live together in the same heart"

My mother has taken Lithium (off and on) for most of my life. Back in the 1970's she was diagnosed Manic Depressive Disorder, before people really knew enough about the condition, along with its spectrum. She had several psychiatric hospitalizations that I remember when I was a child. I was relocated to live with relatives at different times because of my mothers mental instability.

My uncle has said she was weird as a child. I've come to find out, in her early 20's, that she may have attempted suicide over a boy to whom she was engaged. My mother never married and her relationship with my father will make for many more blog entries.

Mom and I have talked a few times since Christmas. I sent her LeJardin, the only perfume I remember her wearing in the 1980's. Ninety-eight percent of my mothers communication with me is about how sick she is or has been. It's been hot - I've been sick. It's been cold - I've not been feeling well, sorry I haven't called or wrote. She rarely asks about me or my husband - what might be new in our lives? Every time we talk she is sick in some way - this has been going on most of my life. My mother barely got out of bed when I was a child. And, like my mother, I too hide in bed for my own salvation when I'm emotionally challenged. I'm easily addicted to super soft warm flannel, fleece blankets, lofty duvets and pillows of all shapes.

A few years ago she had an emergency hospitalization for a hysterectomy. Then, after some doctor gave her estrogen (not much more than a year later) she had a piece of her breast removed after finding a cancerous lump. I'm under the impression she has had chemotherapy and some radiation treatment with each of these illnesses. On the one occasion, the only reason I knew of her illness, was from the hospitals call to me, as next of kin information on her paperwork.

Her attention seeking sickness never went very far. There have been vague instances where she called to tell me she thinks she has Multiple Sclerosis - but doesn't. But mostly, it's hard to tell what is really happening, imagined or partially true. I've had a hard time believing her, especially when she has confused reality with fiction in the past.
With her bouts of cancer, she never voiced concern about treatment - it almost seemed like she was happy. She has found truth with cancer.

Last Sunday afternoon was a call from my mother. I'll be married ten years this May and she only now gets a phone.
She has fluid in her lungs - and is having them drained this Friday along with some biopsies preformed. The doctor is concerned it might be metastasized breast cancer that has spread to her lymph nodes.

 Oh, by the way... My landlord just gave my your Christmas card. It had a date on it. Did something happen to Steven's father?

Um... Yes mom. He just DIED of CANCER on October First, 2009.

 My chest tightens and I feel myself thinking "and you might be next it seems"

So, when it comes down to it, I'm not really a very good daughter to my mother. I could be nicer... More generous. I kinda gave up some time ago. We don't often have conversations back and forth. Usually its one of us talking - usually my mom. I've tried to help her - When my grandfather died, I tried to get her to use some of the money she had in trust to her towards a ummm... fuckinggoddamn phone. Not another fur coat or something even more absurd. I wanted her to write down her wants and needs, make a list. Think things out rationally, but that was too much to ask.

I'm feeling like - this is it? Really? I know we don't have that loving, conventional relationship that daughters are suppose to have with mothers. Part of me feels like she was taken from me a very long time ago. So, why am I crying? I've cried over my mother for years. Where did this physical pain under my ribs emerge from? This is too soon - I'm not even a mother myself.  Can I even be one? Has her example contaminated me? I've found myself thinking, I don't deserve children. Having her DNA inside of me is what makes me infertile - if I tried harder, maybe I'd get pregnant, but passing my genes on would likely be cruel.

Looking back, I do appreciate she was able to identify her limitations. She legally stepped back from her paternal ownership of me - to let me grow with other people in charge. That cannot be an easy thing for any mother to do.

Emotional and physical abandonment from my mother and father was most likely difficult. I feel processing it, and having to explain my situation to my peers as a child was likely worse. Why do you live with your grandparents? Where is your mother and father? Even now, as an adult, I'm plagued with severe jealousy when I witness healthy, loving, mother/daugher father/daughter relationships.

• I've grown up to be selfish with my time. 
• I try very hard, and avoid feeling emotion when I can. 
• Sometimes I hide away from the people I love in my life - like my husband.

For many years I've thought, if my mother died when I was young, I could remember her without disappointment - Paint fanciful, mental memories of a great mother who did everything with grace and precision. A woman perfectly balanced - who made an exceptional wife. I'm not saying I wanted my mother to die ever. But, somewhere, in my heart, I've grieved already. And, it feels as if she has died before. The tears I'm spilling right now are of fear - that I've become so cold and bitter inside that when I tell her I love her over the phone - I don't really mean it anymore.

Girlfriend said Monday "Did you see my neighbor with anti-abortion signs on lawn? I want to ask, how many unwanted children did they adopt?"

Then we discussed the case of  Dr. George Tiller who was killed May 2009 -  the murderer currently awaiting trial in Wichita Kansas.

My twitter status last week was imported into facebook. I made a stir with the above quotation. Three of my friends and I discussed the issue of abortion - After more than twenty comments later I'm pasting my feelings here. This is not a topic people tend to agree upon. My blog, so... my personal opinion.

I can't support the pro-life movement especially when it leads to the murder of doctors, (shot in their own church???) who will be a murder target next?
Women who choose to have abortions or the men who impregnate them? If I were able to conceive, I would want every available option (late term abortion if necessary) open if something were to go terribly wrong with a pregnancy.

Then again, it's a total crap shoot - with our combined family history, I'm likely to have a child with mental health problems or pass along my own endocrine disorder. So... why wouldn't I adopt right?

As humans, we are supposed to be more intelligent than animals. I'm not seeing that being the case when it comes to sex and breeding practices - Abortion shouldn't be the problem here. Until we start spaying and neutering our own species with more regularity, we still need a back up plan since condoms, birthcontrol pills or abstinence don't seem to work - Sex leads to pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, profit and poverty. So, lets just give up and tax sex at this point.

Is the christian conservative movement effecting Canada like in the United States regarding personal rights and freedoms? This is not a dig to religion, just a question. I was under the impression I'm from a country more tolerant of personal choice - Many rules imposed by government are progressive toward environmental standards: regarding smoking, recycling, emission standards? Gay marriage, common law unions and so on? Having choice and being our own medical advocate regarding any health issue is key - Especially when it comes to serious diseases like [remove word abortion: insert cancer] cancer. Some people choose not to get treated because death is less expensive. We put a price tag on everything unfortunately. Death ->life ->choice. If we are able to make choices regarding how we die, we should have the same choice when it comes to creating life.

With my hormone disorder, most doctors who have treated me want to chemically sterilize me with birth control pills. This is not fixing my hormone disorder or my infertility - It mearly masks the problem. At 30 years old I'm now taking HRT made at a compounding pharmacy. $150 a month to force my body into producing the hormones any 30 year old girl should have readily available. So I look around at all the women who have children, that I so desperately want for myself, who foolishly waste their gift of fertility. I do not condone frequent abortion as a method of birth control, neither do I condone to the use of heroin, cocaine or any substance that harms fetal development.

Proper germination and ecological conditions are needed to sustain life. Some people being born into this world are not getting these specific needs fulfilled. Drastic reproduction education needs to be practiced with the help of the government and religious groups. Creating a human life seems too easy than the energy it takes to care for one.