No one told us that one day our mother would be walking and talking, hugging her favorite nurse and doctor and the very next day she might not be able to walk at all or barely speak. Whether it is the radiation to her brain or a tumor growing, this morning my sister called me to tell me our mother was not doing well. I worked all day, but I’m not sure what I did, as I kept calling to see if there was any improvement, and there is not. This afternoon I visited and now we are going to need to be with our mother all the time.
I wanted more time.
She wanted more time.
Angie and I always talked about having a slumber party. Tonight it will be with our dear mother.
I had no clue when I wrote about reading this morning that in the span of a few moments, a few words, my life would change.
I watched my little sister Angie, lean over and take Mom’s hand and ask her what she wanted. I helped my mother stand to go to the commode which is now right next to her chair. It took three of us to help her, and somehow my older sister, a nurse by profession, did it all by herself last night. Amidst my breaking heart, I watch my dear sisters care for my mother, and I am so proud of them. I only hope I am good at this. And I hope that dear smile of my mother’s continues.
I’m headed there now, because I miss her already.