So sorry to say it, but his Parents are a prime example of the apathy found most every where today. If something doesn't have an immediate affect to interupt their Frosted Flakes in the morning, or upset their evening TV viewing, they don't see it, won't bother to learn about, and simply do not care.Sad, because Families once were the very core of our lives. Any reason to get together, every weekend, every Holiday, EVERY member within a reasonable commuting distance, got together and shared anything and everything that went on in their lives.I miss that.Son lives in the same town. But we don't see him but maybe once or twice a week, sometimes more. Depending on what we are doing. If either of us has a project, the other is there to lend a hand.Daughter live almost 100 miles away but is on the phone to Mom DAILY. If Mom don't answer her cell, Dau calls me to find out what's going on. We meet for lunch of dinner at least twice a month.But apathy is something that is very difficult to overcome. I'll give you credit for trying, but don't expect much change to occur with them.Your Husband is a very fortunate person to have you in his life. Together you two will do well despite the lack of 'family' support.Take Care,Charlie B
You are helping to prepare her for the future, just like you would anyway and well, I am sure it will stick with her.
Perhaps I am letting my anger get the best of me here but,
I knew long before my husband was diagnosed with ESRD and on dialysis that his parents are self-centered and rude.
And when we started doing home-hemo, instead of any kind of moral support, all we got from them (even after trying to educate them on it) was "Oooh! You really shouldn't be doing that at home. He should go to a professional center and let real professionals do it".
And then when he was in the hospital last year for an infection, one of them said "See! Not even six months into it and things have already gone awry!" There was no "How is he doing? Does he need anything? We're here for you guys".
.................. I wonder how they'd feel if someday they end up in the hospital or a nursing home and their son says "Sorry, can't come to visit you, I just cannot handle that"? Anyway, I get the feeling this just might come back to bite them in the butt some day and there won't be anything we can do about that... Makes me think of that sad song "Cat's in the Cradle"