When Love isn't enough...

My oldest brother is is dire straits, and I'm useless to help.

This man used to look after his baby sister; he'd make endless cans of Chef Boyardee, and baked and decorated theme birfday cakes for me when I was little. When he became a father to Morgan and Beni, he was there for baths and feedings and changing the diapers, and when they were sick, he made warm milk to soothe their tummies. He had so much love, both given and received.

But the demons he's battled for much of his life have proven that it's not always the case that Love can heal wounds.

My oldest brother has struggled with mental health problems relating to trauma in his life, and his way of coping was to turn to drugs and alcohol. For a while, he seemed to be working his way back, but by the time his son was born, he was losing that battle. In the ensuing 14 years, he's had up times and down times, but as time goes on, the down times are getting longer and worse, and the ups are growing scarce. Complicating all of this is the fact that he has Hepatitis C, and it's quite advanced. His liver is severely damaged, to the point where using alcohol will soon kill him.

He's homeless now. After some new Salvation Army captains took over the rooming house he was in, he was kicked out (those guys don't appear to believe that compassion is part of what they are supposed to do). Having no home, he has no place to keep his medication, and no stability.

His always tried to focus on something to have hope about. He wants love; but the love he gets from his kids, his mother, his sisters...it hasn't been enough. It never will be.

He's given up on hope now. Homeless, his cell phone, the last steady link to family, was stolen while he stayed at the Salvation Army. He's drinking. He's missing appointments for his health. And try as we all may, there is nothing any of us can do for him. We lack the thousands of dollars necessary to send him to a treatment centre specializing in long-term treatment of mental health and addictions, and government social/health programs can't or won't help. He's run out of chances, so what's left to hope for? Love? It hasn't been enough.

Hot Hot Hot!

Yeah, it's been a wicked week! For the last 5 days, we've been enduring a heat wave, which I've been unable to enjoy with trips to the beach or the lake because of two things...first...I'm a girl, and Mother Nature is a cruel mistress...second, I've come down with a flu or cold...I can't really tell because usually I'd know the difference by the fever grade. And I can't tell the fever grade because I'm already melting in the 35 degree heat (with a humidex of 44).

The poor cats...they are so lethargic, just lolling around, looking for any relief. I've used the ice cube trick on them a few times, but during the hottest time of day, I'm usually at work and I can do little but hurry home and get them fresh water.

In other news, want to talk about hot? Let's talk LA ROJA!! That's right! My spectacular Spaniards have defied the will of the young German team to make it to the World Cup finals!! Viva La Roja!

Etienne's trying to be understanding about my allegiance to Spain. In his mind, if you aren't from a country or of that country's heritage, you shouldn't be cheering for them. Seriously, Canada mounts no challenge when it comes to qualifying for the World Cup, so that leaves me but nowhere by that logic. I like the Spanish team, and have since my trip to Spain in 1995, when we seemed to run into futbol teams everywhere we went...it was lust at first sight ;) I've also spent not an insignificant part of my post-secondary schooling learning Spanish, reading Spanish literature and history...someday Fancy, someday...