A few weekends ago my alcoholic mother called when she was drunk ranting about nothing. I told her to not call me when she is drunk, and that I will speak to her when she is sober. She kept sending me texts asking for "compassion." What about compassion for us?? Still, I admit that it really pushed my codie buttons. I have thought about the idea that if my mom had cancer and chose not to treat it that I would probably feel less angry and disappointed than I do with her untreated alcoholism. I sometimes wonder if I am too harsh and judgmental, but I really don't think so. I have come to a level of acceptance that you have, Stung. This is my mom's journey and I am not sure where it will take her, but I don't have to go along for the ride. So, this is my long way of saying that I agree with you.