I just got off the phone with Wendy. I have been in hiding the past couple of days. We had a server crash at work. Put it this way, there is no milk in the house and I am wearing the same jeans that I had on Sunday.
Aunt Shirley is in the hospital. I am not sure of the details, but I am going to run that way Monday to see her.
During one of our trips to the hospital in Greensboro, (I want to put this in December the Saturday after Mom had the reaction to her Chemo that Friday. She had woken up and her face was numb.) we spent Saturday in the ER. I don't remember the details, I just remember Mom being so upset that they ended up sedating her. She was so afraid of what was going on, the possibility of having an MRI, the idea that she had a stroke, she was out of her frame. I was afraid to leave her to go to the bathroom. The nurses in the ER did not have experience with a port like Mom's and I refused to let them access it. I made them put IV's in her arm instead of the possibility of them blowing Mom's port. I argued about medicine and doses. The whole day was spent guarding Mom. At some point in the day, I called Uncle Richard and Aunt Shirley. I just remember when I saw Aunt Shirley, I knew it would be okay. I hadn't cried all day and I just remember thinking, "Aunt Shirley is here. It is going to be okay. I can cry. She will look after both of us. " and I felt the terrible pressure on my chest ease up. And I did cry on her shoulder. And I ate the crackers she had stuck in her purse for me. And they stayed with Mom long enough for me to run back to the house and get everything that we would need to stay however long in the hospital for this round.
No comments:
Post a Comment