julietsierra
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I guess I'm like most daughters. I never want to believe my parents will pass. (And both of them are living, so this isn't an announcement of things like that). But in the past year, my mother has had 4 major surgeries. She has always been a vibrant woman (she's 73 but looks about 65) and she'd think I was silly for saying this, but I look up to her immensely (ok, I look down since she's a good 6 inches shorter than I am, but that's besides the point.)... Anyway, right now, she's still recovering from rotator cuff surgery. It's a long process. And last night, when I went over to visit (I go many times a week), there, on the counter, was a letter from the hospital informing her that on the 30th of this month, she's now scheduled for yet another operation. She was asleep, and before, when she was napping and we'd come over, she'd wake up sometime during our visit and come out complaining that no one woke her up sooner. This time, she didn't bother to wake up at all - and we did try. It felt... odd. And because I can't admit this anywhere else, I need to admit to someone someplace that I'm scared. I've noticed lately that she just isn't as vibrant as she used to be. She's tired these days and because of her surgeries, she's gone from being constantly busy to relaxing more than anything else. Last year, we'd walk 3 miles every day. This year, going to the mall is something she is less inclined to do. This past November, she needed help getting up in the stands for my son's football game - something she never needed help in doing before. Before, she'd be a mad woman, cleaning all the time - right up till 5:30 at night when she and my father would stop what they were doing for the evening, and sit down to what they call "cocktail hour." All of us, my sister and myself and my brother when he was in town, would show up sometime around then with all our kids and the kids would have pop and we'd all sit down for a drink with them...then someone would come up with something for dinner or all the families would go their separate ways for whatever else was going on that evening. Now days, she has a cleaning lady cause neither she nor my father can get the stuff they used to do done. And well, traditions are changing. What also scares me is that my father had polio as a child and is now dealing with post-polio syndrome. He walks heavily on two canes and still takes care of things around the house. He says my mother (who he loves beyond anything or anyone else in this world) is his feet. I have no idea what he'll do if she passes - or how he'll get around. I only live a few miles from his house so I know the job of being his feet will come to me, and it's a job I don't have a problem with at all... but it still worries me. And I KNOW this is just her getting older and me coming to the realization that it's happening, but I just want to say, here and now... I DON"T LIKE IT ONE BIT!! SHE NEEDS TO JUST CUT IT OUT!!! (while still remaining on this earth...stopping the aging process by passing away is NOT allowed.) There... maybe now I'll feel better. juliet
< Message edited by julietsierra -- 7/27/2008 10:21:03 AM >
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