It’s been far too long since my last post. The end of 2015 was not kind to me. In fact, it was downright rude.
My mom was hospitalized and in a rehabilitation center for two months, until her release right before Thanksgiving. We had an enjoyable meal at home, with so much to be thankful for given all the recent events. Her homecoming would be short lived, as she returned to the hospital for more surgery after just a week.
We weren’t sure where we would celebrate the holidays, home or hospital. Fortunately she was sent home the week before Christmas, and as of this writing is home and doing reasonably well, all things considered. The clothes I hung on the back of the bedroom door in the event I had to make a quick hospital run have finally been removed. I don’t panic as much when the phone rings. This is my new reality, as anyone who has a chronically ill parent can understand. I am fortunate to live seven houses away from my mom, which is a blessing since she lives alone and is wheelchair bound.
After one of Mom’s many surgeries, her doctor gave us some sobering news. He told us that she has actually lived longer than most people with her disease, and anything now is bonus time. I was blindsided, it was something that never occurred to me. Information like that has a way of changing your priorities and perspective on what’s important in life.
Not only was I dealing with a sick parent for a couple months, at the same time I was dealing with a sick cat, our beloved Ozzy. When I wasn’t visiting mom wherever she was, I was at the vet’s office. They were both in bad shape at the same time, and I admit there was time when I thought I would lose them both. I’m happy to report they are both on the mend.
I finally had some dental procedures completed, my troublesome wisdom tooth was extracted last year, and root canal #2 is in the books. I’m annoyed with myself for both procedures, if I didn’t have a fear of the dentist both teeth would have been just fine with early intervention. When I was getting the root canal, the endodontist discovered that I also had a sinus infection. Roots of some teeth go into your sinus cavity, and when he was working my tooth was “leaking.” Gross. My tooth is much better, this is the first time I’ve been pain free since before October 2015.
So what have I been doing besides running to hospitals, rehab centers, vets, and dentists? My 9 to 5 has gotten busier. I am still volunteering for the animal shelter, and last year received a service award for my 12 years with the organization. I have been reading much more. Spending more time with Mom is also a priority. What I haven’t been doing is writing, and I hope to change that. Spring is coming, and things are looking up.
Mirth and Madness, I didn’t forget your birthday. On February 24, 2016, you turned three years old. You’re my platform to dump my random thoughts, and you have been therapy for me, a bargain at 56 bucks a year. I hope to start treating you better, too, and get back to our weekly schedule.
I hope 2016 is going well for everyone so far. I wish good health and happiness for every one of you!