Last… post from Tulsa
I’m off to the hospital in a minute or two. The doctor makes his rounds at 5:30 am or so, and I’ve made it there every morning to meet him. Mother’s having such a rough time, I just wish there were more I can do. But mostly I’m afraid it’s in God’s hands. So I’ll try to find some lotion for her itches and calm what miseries I can. It’s a rather helpless feeling. And it’s not about me…
Anyway, time to get my coffee in me and be off. For me, there will be better days. Mother, not so many.
January 9th, 2009 at 9:56 am
Don’t remember what I wrote at 2 a.m., but it couldn’t have been worth reading. Just had to get something down as you are constantly on my mind. And so begins another season of chaos, conflicting emotions and hopefully at the end the calm that comes with acceptance of the things we cannot change. We’ve been there before, my friend, and we not only survived, we thrived. You will be all you need to be for your mother. She will receive gifts from you that she probably never realized she needed. And, it is about you, and Dana, and Robert, and Ann, and the grandkids, and Ina May and…..well, you get the picture. A safe birth and a peaceful death involve all of us. Will continue to pray for healing for Doris, in whatever form the Good Lord sees fit to heal. I know she will be healed. Please tell her I remember our growing up days at your house fondly and I will keep her in my prayers.
January 10th, 2009 at 8:28 am
Thanks both for your “uplifting.” Mother’s pulling though this immediate crisis, and I’m heading back home. Robert will be in town with her today. I was going to stay as long as she was hospitalized, but I think they’ll get her back to OMM in skilled nursing care in the next few days.
I’m realizing that as much as Mother always wanted to keep her mental facilities, it’s better not to be so sharp and determined. Of course for me, thee are may emotions and stray thoughts flitting, but I’ll do as best I can do.