OK. Seriously, a true confession. Sadly, my brother in law has a brain tumor. This is still today a very tragic situation. Before my B-in law became an engineer(1970's) he was a drug dealer who punished a pimp for not paying him for drugs by blowing up the pimps Lincoln with dynamite in broad daylight. White boy in a black neighborhood acting bold as love. You don't often meet special people like him. Psycho drug dealer to well respected engineer. Forward to 1990's. Before the tumor was discovered he was having trouble with shit like remembering his car keys, etc. MDs just kept moving him around the system until this intercranial monster made itself obvious to PET scans and MRIs. However , this is not my confession.
He had a long hospital stay at the time of the tumors discovery. I never once went to visit him in the hospital. I am not callous, I love the man. I am just a weird introvert and before I knew it he was out of the hospital. Still not my confession.
When he was out of the hospital we were having dinner. He said "Man, I don't know how I would have made it through that mess if you hadn't visited me so much in the hospital. Man, having those conversations about politics, and religion, and the old days when we took acid really kept me sane and pulled me through." Didn't happen. Delusional or hallucinating. He can't help it. He has a wicked brain tumor.
OK, now the quandary. Do you take credit for the hospital visits or do you tell the truth? This is a total Seinfeldish predicament. Do you confess that you are so much in your own world that you did not realize at the time a good brother was suffering so? Or do you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur in reality? What would Kramer do?
My confession , and the answer to the above ... you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur. I took credit. After all , what conversations we had in hospital (did not really have) were obviously in context to conversations we had many times before and have had since.
His suffering today is a real tragedy for me, his children, our family and friends. For some reason I am glad I took the Kramer way out!
He had a long hospital stay at the time of the tumors discovery. I never once went to visit him in the hospital. I am not callous, I love the man. I am just a weird introvert and before I knew it he was out of the hospital. Still not my confession.
When he was out of the hospital we were having dinner. He said "Man, I don't know how I would have made it through that mess if you hadn't visited me so much in the hospital. Man, having those conversations about politics, and religion, and the old days when we took acid really kept me sane and pulled me through." Didn't happen. Delusional or hallucinating. He can't help it. He has a wicked brain tumor.
OK, now the quandary. Do you take credit for the hospital visits or do you tell the truth? This is a total Seinfeldish predicament. Do you confess that you are so much in your own world that you did not realize at the time a good brother was suffering so? Or do you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur in reality? What would Kramer do?
My confession , and the answer to the above ... you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur. I took credit. After all , what conversations we had in hospital (did not really have) were obviously in context to conversations we had many times before and have had since.
His suffering today is a real tragedy for me, his children, our family and friends. For some reason I am glad I took the Kramer way out!
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!
