Mother-an update
I have been more terrified the last 7 days than ever before in my life. Last time this week I was in the emergency room with Mother, waiting on doctors to come an bestow their wisdom on us. Chest pains. Nausea. Out of control blood pressure. Horrid things, signs of a disaster in the making. When the dust settled, a diagnosis: heart attack. A mild one, the doctor said, but to quote him, "There is no such thing as a 'good' heart attack."
She spent 5 days in the hospital, and did very well with her recovery. At 83, you don't know what to expect. She has been home since Monday, doing well. More fragile, more easily tired, and unable to cook or clean. Doug and I are re-learning our earlier coping-with-housework skills.
And still, I work 9-10 hours a day, five days a week. When I get home and put the supper dishes away, I have about 2 hours before bedtime to clean house, read emails, write journals, and be with Mother. Sometimes, all I accomplish is the latter. It is the greatest accomplishment of the list, I believe.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me more time with her.
She spent 5 days in the hospital, and did very well with her recovery. At 83, you don't know what to expect. She has been home since Monday, doing well. More fragile, more easily tired, and unable to cook or clean. Doug and I are re-learning our earlier coping-with-housework skills.
And still, I work 9-10 hours a day, five days a week. When I get home and put the supper dishes away, I have about 2 hours before bedtime to clean house, read emails, write journals, and be with Mother. Sometimes, all I accomplish is the latter. It is the greatest accomplishment of the list, I believe.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me more time with her.