My mother is in hospital dying because she’s fucked up on drugs and mental / physical illness.

I hate her but I don’t want her to die, but when I told my sister to tell her to go sort her shit out she’s all like ‘I’m too busy with a baby I’m depressed but I don’t want to go to a doctor’ so I was like well maybe you should go to a doctor like soon, sort our your problems before they get bad, and then tell our mother to stop slowly killing herself so she will be alive when Connor is in kindergarten.

My sister is now not talking to me.
My mom is dying and freaking out her 8 kids.
Her boyfriend doesn’t give a shit, as a matter of fact if she wasn’t with him she’d do half the drugs she does now, she would be allowed to eat like a normal person, and wouldn’t be fucking internally bleeding.

I hate this family so fucking much. I wish everyone would sort their fucking shit out, start thinking about the people around them, and make life a lot easier for everyone.