Dear Prudence,
I’m in my 60s and have significant health issues. Recently, I was hospitalized for two weeks (plus at-home aftercare) for something quite serious. Not one of my siblings or their children called, emailed, texted, or contacted my daughters. Not one. Very late last night, one of my siblings called needing a shoulder in the midst of a relationship problem. Nobody even told her I’d been hospitalized. And when I told her I’d just been discharged earlier in the day, she asked whether I’m home and if she could talk with me about her relationship. I don’t expect anyone to clutch their pearls every time I’m seriously ill or have surgery. But a two-week-long hospitalization is not for nothing.
I’m always there for them and for my nieces and nephews whenever there’s a tough spot. Always. I spent thousands at the drop of a hat a few months ago to give one sister a safe break away from an abusive relationship so she could find peace and security while she moved forward. I helped get another sibling’s son into hospice care when he was passing from cancer last year and FaceTimed with him many times every day because I absolutely loved that guy and my sibling was so utterly brokenhearted that she had trouble letting him go. I GoFundMe’d the heck out of his medical expenses, which were far beyond anything one family could ever handle. I have been there every step of the way because I love them and care about them with all my heart. They’re my family!
I’m just so sad. It feels like I’ve become irrelevant to my family of origin, as if my cancer and other health troubles make it seem that I’m already practically dead and they see no need in keeping in touch with me. How can I adjust my expectations and be at peace with “it is what it is?”
—Auntie Irrelevance