I had my fibroid surgery and didn't tell my mom. But then, she calls me in Connecticut to tell me that she's having heart palpitations, but is going to take the metro to the hospital and could I please call her in an hour and a half to make sure that she made it.

Yeah, we're fucked up.

Oh, there is definitely medical stuff I haven't told my parents.

But that's stuff I don't tell them, not stuff I wait to tell them until they happen to ask me how I am doing.

My brother fell off a cliff and broke both legs, and didn't tell my parents for almost a week.

Oh Lee, I hope your mom is doing alright now.

Okay y'all are worrying me now with the things you don't tell your parents. But maybe I just had some weirdly open relationship with mine? I dunno. I mean, by the end of their lives there were things I didn't tell, especially my mom, but that was sort of a special case. I would have told the old version of her, but mom 2.0 just couldn't comprehend it.

And yes, I hope your mother is doing better, Lee. {{hugs}}

Oh, I fully admit my relationship with my parents is not a great one.

I don't tell my parents about anything infectuous I may catch, because I don't want Mom coming over to nursemaid me and then taking germs back to Dad with his weak immune system and weird reactions to antibiotics. But injuries and anything requiring a specific visit to a doctor I'm quick to share, as quid pro quo of not finding out about hospital visits on their parts a week after the fact. I think I have finally driven home to them that major health issues for either of them are more important than whatever I'm doing at work at the moment.

Mom once waited until after 6pm to ask me to take her to the cardiac unit for chest pains bcause she "didn't want to bother me at work." I had to remind myself that wringing her neck would be counterproductive in a situation involving concerns about her health.

Lee, I hope your mom is doing better.

Three days before my mom went into ICU, she had been in the hospital about the symptoms she was having. She decided she was fine, and convinced the staff and my dad to let her go home. She also forbade dad to tell me, because she didn't want to worry me.

... yeah, I still have some unresolved anger about that. I think I always will. And I would give anything in the world to be able to have her back and tell her how angry I am.

Oh Jilli, I'm so sorry. I know the feeling, there are things I am still mad at my dad about although I no longer really feel the heat of the anger anymore.