The Good, the bad, the sad and the ugly
Well shit. This whole week has been turned upside down. I have no pics to post and will not until the end of the month. I have a concert and a pro-ball game next weekend. High hopes for something good by then. Otherwise I have been at the hospital with my Mom. She is stable but showing a new symptom that she hasn't had before. She should be released tomorrow. I was so bored at the hopsital that at one point I found myself watching an infomercial hosted by Tony Orlando. Between Tony's collection of love ballads from the 70's. The songs, however cheese filled, brought back some VERY HAPPY childhood memories with my Mom. Somewhere between the trip down memory lane with Tony and the voices paging people to certain sections of the hospital, I found myself resisting the urge to grab the bottle of xanax out of my bag. So I sat there imagining what the people over the loudspeaker might look like, because I have heard their voices so many times before. One woman sounded like she was either in her early 100's or just stuck in a freezer. A voice so shaky that I will never be able to forget it. Mom just sleeps through all of this. I could hear a woman in the next room, I couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying. Yep, that was enough to warrant me a "hall pass" so I tip-toed out of her room and went to the "family room". The same poor kid was there surfing the net from six hours earlier! She told me that her Mother had been there for nine days. The Oncology floor is too sad. The saddest part- family members when they are away from their loved ones. The glances we exchange all have the same silent message. I know they are in hell and they know I am too. It gets harder and harder to force a smile to these strangers. I know they save those fake smiles to take back to their loved ones, just like I do. There is no need for chit chat, and there is nothing that can really be said to make anyone change their demeanor. I found no peace in the comfortable family waiting room. I had a new worry...while the teenager surfed Perez Hiltons website, I knew her Mom might not make it out of the hospital. She was so young and I really did feel for her. Once again though, it was a reminder that I have had more time with my own Mom than this kid would ever have. Only because this was a child, I managed to tell her that I hoped her Mother felt better very soon. She said the same thing back to me, kind of like a broken record. SAD.SAD.SAD!
When I walked back to our hospital room. My mom was awake and the 70's infomercial was still on. She looked at me and said, " Remember this song?" and I replied, "Remember when we...
I ended up making her laugh so hard with my impression of the ancient lady on the over head speaker...the one that sounded like she was stuck in a freezer. It may have been too much excitement, but whatever, there was no time to put off gut wrenching, tears rolling down your face, out of control, real LAUGHTER.
When I walked back to our hospital room. My mom was awake and the 70's infomercial was still on. She looked at me and said, " Remember this song?" and I replied, "Remember when we...
I ended up making her laugh so hard with my impression of the ancient lady on the over head speaker...the one that sounded like she was stuck in a freezer. It may have been too much excitement, but whatever, there was no time to put off gut wrenching, tears rolling down your face, out of control, real LAUGHTER.