You know how sometimes days sort of run into one another? It can feel like a blur. Either because it’s happening so fast, or because there’s just too much information to process. If you had a chance to read my post for the 26th today’s musings might make more sense…or at least be in context.
Before I was able to make it back to the hospital to check on the status of my mom I tended to some business matters and had a chance to expand my vision of what might become of some stories I’d like to share with the world. It was odd that my dream last night was all about manifesting creative dreams and here I was discussing ways in which I could partner with like-minded hearts and souls to do that very thing. I didn’t see the connection with the dream during my meeting, but I do now as I write this…
And as much joy as I found in the meeting, my sweetest M2B:) moment came today when I visited my mother in the hospital and got a chance to hear about how she was feeling, and if she’d found any relief from the drugs she’d been given.
Apparently not much…not yet…and she was getting more anxious and more discouraged because nothing was helping her. After much discussion with the hospital staff and doctors my wife (who as an RN speaks hospitalese) found a way to get much stronger narcotics prescribed. As we waited for the nurse to administer the drugs through the IV in my mother’s arm, even though she was in great pain, this woman (who not only gave me life, but got me introduced and hooked on “24″) whispers to me just before the medication in the syringe is about to go into the her bloodstream “No matter what they do to me, I’m not going to tell them what they want to know.”
Did she know how funny she was? I’m pretty sure she did. The last time my mother was in the hospital was her open heart surgery a decade ago. When she was finally coming to after the replacement of her aortic valve I saw her motion me to her side. She raised one eye and nodded for me to get as close as I could so I’d hear what she had to say to me, which was: “When I get better…IF I get better…I’m gonna kick some ass because NOBODY told me it was gonna hurt this bad!!!”
It was then I knew she was going to be alright. With her comment today, just before the new medication went to work, I had the same feeling.
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I can tell already, I’d love your mom! That is definitely a M2B:) What a gal.
Know that we’re thinking happy thoughts for her and you guys also.
Oh, man. What a complicated upbringing you must have had. She’s worse than I am.
My stiff upper-lipped, circumspect English teacher mother was just that. She could intimidate like nobody I have ever known then and now. She was 5′ even and was the incredible shrinking woman. Her death certificate listed her height at 4′10″…but I digress. She was bigger than life, fought for human rights, celebrated Lech Walensa in his human rights/union protection in Poland by placing a red and white ribbon in our living room window. She was a force.
During her cancer treatment, she fell over her oxygen tube breaking her hip. Because of the lung issue, she was unable to have surgery under general anesthetic. They had her drugged as close to the line as they could. My poor father was despondent. We gathered around the hospital and even said goodbyes in case things went poorly. We went to eat as a troupe and waited hours for Mom to come through the surgery.
Once she was finally back in the room, the doctors on the unit did their cursory exam and tested her feet for feeling. Always painfully ticklish on her feet, my mother yelled at an improper volume, ” Who is the asshole tickling my feet?”. We knew then she had come through the surgery just fine…and a little improved perhaps.
I am glad to hear your mother is comfortable. Nothing like strong advocacy. Now, smile. It is a moment to be happy.
The apple does not fall far from the tree!
sending prayers for you mom!
I am howling with laughter! I love your mother! When my grandma was in our home dying with cancer she taught me the greatest of lessons. No matter how bad it gets, keep a sense of humor. And she did. To the very end.