Well, I have to give her a pass on this one. She was sleep and I found out from my brother that she's been sick. She would only answer my questions with grunts. So this a push - no win, no loss. I did leave a note behind...
Well, tonight's visit went the same way, actually, except that my brother was gone. Just her alone in the house asleep.
The dog (a Chihuahua) was awake though

, but it doesn't take much for him, he's a light sleeper, especially when he hears something. I sat down for a bit in the living room, and he hopped up in my lap, climbed on top of me - his way of saying hello and asking to be picked up and held. He gave me his traditional big sloppy kisses, and he still knows how to fist bump like I taught him. He's getting old though, I can tell. He's still a very spry, active, uppy-jumpy little dog, but the fur on his face is turning white. I know she's had him for several years now, but I don't know exactly just how old the little guy is.
But back to my mom. I really don't know what to make of the situation, to tell you the truth.
On the one hand, at the last visit, she was sick - I was never told with what. At this visit, I came during the 7pm hour - as stated above, she works overnights/graveyard just like I do, and she normally sleeps until about 830pm. So, on the one hand, I do have to give her some slack (for lack of a better way to put it) for not getting up and seeing or speaking to me.
But on the other hand, at the last visit - weeks ago before my foot surgery, I left a paper note with my address and cell phone number, asking her to contact me if she wanted to. I have yet to hear back. At this visit, I came in and she saw that it was me, and reached for her phone to see what time it was. I told her it was me. I asked her how she was. Her answer was a very sleepy "I'm OK." I then asked her if she got the letter I sent her. I got back a sleepy grunt. /shrugs...
My mom is a 60-year old woman. And I don't know her health condition, if she's just fine, if she's sick, if she's got cancer, if she's dying, I don't know, I just don't because neither she nor my older brother will contact me, and they both live in the same house.
I posted on this forum last December at my 30th birthday, that it wasn't until I contacted her to remind her it's my birthday (running family inside joke that my brother and I both do actually have to literally remind her that it's our birthdays - she actually will forget), that turns out she's been in the hospital for almost a week with a MRSA infection, and I wasn't aware of any of this until I'd called down there wondering why she hadn't contacted me. And turns out, I wasn't going to be made aware of it either, I'd found out from my brother. Water is apparently thicker than blood. DNA means nothing.
In this situation, I don't know what to feel here. I don't know what I
should feel here. Do I have the right to be mad, because of the times I've tried to reach out to her, and she still won't contact or talk to me? Or what?
I don't know, but I do know that I can't wait around forever. And I'm not going to. I'm 30, and have what's left of my youth to salvage and enjoy, and make forward progress with my career/professional goals and dreams.