I'm not going to bring you to the present just yet.....but the last post was January 6th. On January 21, 2014, I received a phone call from my step-dad. "Your mom isn't feeling well." "I'll be right over was my response."
It took 5 minutes to get to her home....we moved her to Colorado in November, 2013 because I'm her only child and with them getting older and all....it just made sense.
Anyway, we arrived and she looked good but said she had an upset stomach. She had also checked her blood pressure and it was up. She had sipped on ginger ale and said she was starting to feel better. It was 4:30 AM. I told her we were taking her to the hospital and at first, she said it was not necessary.....
We drove the 20 minutes to the hospital...I was in the back seat with her, holding her hand. We weren't racing at all, but we were a bit worried. R dropped us off at the emergency room door where I got her into a wheelchair while he parked the car. I pushed her in and she told them her name and birth date. Then, while holding her hand, I began to tell the attendant why we were there. In an instant, she jerked my hand, and when I looked to her to see what was the matter, her head was back, her eyes and mouth wide open. I got into her face and called MOM!!!!!!!! No response and no change in her expression. Then I began to scream for help.
Fast forward through the night and she had several more episodes like this. She went through CPR and 6 electric shock treatments. They also put in two stents into the worst artery that caused the cardiac arrest.
A week in the hospital and several weeks in cardiac rehab. My middle daughter and I took turns staying with her every night....bringing food, comfortable flannel linens, clean jammies and socks. There was a terrible snowstorm during this time as well............we made it through it all.
When she came home, she was quite weak and we all did what we could to pitch in. My step-dad had never boiled water before. Now he was learning to make oatmeal and cook an egg. She went through months of cardiac rehab after she got home, too and lots of doctor appointments. New meds, new ways of doing things....fear.
Spring came and we thought that the hope of summer would lighten her spirit. I planted tomatoes, flowers, did lots of work in her yard to make it pretty. I brought over pots for her porch so she could sit out there and it would be pretty.
A lump appeared on her jawline. She went to several dermatologists and doctors who couldn't quite figure out what it was. They gave her antibiotics, creams, and heat packs. Finally, an ENT decided to do a biopsy on it.
My youngest daughter was visiting with my new grandson.....YES, that happened, too!! The phone rang while we were chatting and it was the ENT. After some small talk, he told me, "Your mom has lymphoma." What? I thought she was recovering from her heart event? She had cancer 12 years ago or so and all went well. She had a complete hysterectomy. Today, my mom had her third round of a chemo drug which makes her tired...very tired. She also wants to move back to Arizona. It is all very confusing and some days, I don't know what to do. Tonight, I made eggplant parm. I'll bring it over tomorrow for them to bake or maybe I'll bake it and bring it over....one less meal for them to have to worry about.
Since my last post, a lot happened. This is just one area of my life that happened. There is so much more. But this post is about being real and not every day is full of perfection. Sometimes, perfection comes from seeing that life is each breath we take and appreciating each breath, each moment, each interaction, each learning. It is October 6. 9 months since my last post. Time enough to birth a baby, right?
So, let me introduce my 3rd grandchild and my first grandson.....an amazing story all his own and one I'll tell about soon.....here he is!!
♥I am in love ♥