I am the youngest of seven children. I was my Dad's caregiver for 3 years until his death. And most of the time I felt like a only child. Oh, they would come see him every so offend, of course there were times he would asked me if he had made one of them mad because he had not seen whoever for about a month. Some of them would make me so mad, when they would come up, if I said I'm taking him to the doctor or calling the EMT'S...and Dad happen to say he didn't want to go. They would tell me to do as he wished. I would tell them my job (which I receive no money) was to see he stayed healthy and alive. I would then sit down with Dad, in front of them, and tell him what the possible out come would be if he did not do as I said. He had congestive heart failure and emphysema.
Plus they would go on vacations or business trips and leave me phone number, in case something happened. Maybe, just maybe, I got away once a year for a couple of days. When he would have to stay in the hospital it was up to me to call the other 6 and let them know and some of them would say, "Let me know if I need to come" or "Let me know when he goes home". Can you tell I'm still having some feelings of disgust with some of my siblings? Well, its water over the dam and I would do it all over again for my Dad, who I miss very much!!