The days that lead up to my birthday (December 13) were filled with anticipation and planning. I would take on this new year of life with an unprecedented hunger. I’ve always had goals, but now I have a plan of action and a “can do” attitude. I was prepared to make this the best year yet. The first of many great years to come.
When the day came, however, it brought with it unpredictability and disaster. I was in Las Vegas at my hubby’s job when I got a call from my sister. Okay, nothing out of the ordinary there- my sister is one of my best friends.
But she was calling me to tell me that our mother was behaving strangely and that she may need to go to the emergency room. This sucked the joy out of my soul. You see, my mother had suffered from a stroke about six months ago and was in the hospital for an entire month. She got home and was doing really well. She was eating better and was much more active. But (oh how I hate buts) she soon returned to her previous habits and had regained the weight she lost during recovery. And now this.
My chest hurt. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, so I quickly gathered my things and exited the building. I just had to get to the car so that I could cry in peace.
Too late.
Tears stream down my face before I could open the door. I collapse into the front seat and weep. Everyone else is inside the building working, so at least no one saw me.
Not everyone was in the building.
I didn’t see him, but one of my husband’s coworkers/friends was taking his break in the car next to ours. He immediately contacted hubby over the radio, asking him to meet him outside. In moments, my husband was beside me asking what was wrong. I told him. A few minutes later, we were leaving the job site and our plans for the day to head home. Nothing else mattered. I had to get to my mama.
When we got the the house, mom had been cleaned up and dressed. For all intents and purposes; she was ready to go. But she wouldn’t cooperate and didn’t recognize us, so it was difficult. It took five of us to get her safely into the truck. We headed to the hospital.
Would you believe we had car trouble?! Of all the things to happen right now! Fortunately, we have more than one car and were only a few miles from home. We called our son to bring another car. We switched, loaded mom into the other vehicle and left.
When we got to the hospital, they almost immediately took her into a room. I was so grateful. I just didn’t want time to keep passing without her receiving help. It didn’t take long for medical professionals to agree that she had another stroke. She was admitted and is still recovering.
My family made an attempt to make up for the shambles that was my birthday, but it failed miserably. We are all concerned about mama, and things won’t be okay until she is. I told them that I appreciate the effort, but I would prefer to just move forward.
Please get better mama, I don’t wanna be 39 without you here.
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