Today I woke up and knew my mother would be okay. Yesterday with your loving attention, and the ton of family and friends cheering her own, she was on her way to healing and being her natural self again. The hospital staff have checked her in every possible way and will have the results today. I feel certain she will be better than ever and go home.
But also this morning I woke up to very rainy day, and the flood came into my room, into my bed and into my head and poured out from my heart...soaking the sheets.
I think these last ten months have finally caught up with me.
Gratitude and sadness seem to sit side by side... and it is raining big time in the south of France.
Ready and waiting.
My mother was preparing for her annual Halloween Buffet. Anyone who knows my mom knows they are welcomed to come to her home after they have gone "Trick or Treating". I called her around two in the afternoon, she was busy making popcorn balls (My mom likes to say, "The children know I don't give candy.") and was planning to make the salads (a welcome treat after eating too many sweets). She seemed happy yet mentioned that her hip hurt, though she brushed it off with, "I think I have been standing too much..."
My sister in laws (Joy and Diane) noticed that at the Halloween Buffet that my race-around-mom was sitting... she was not her peppy self. She mentioned to them that her left hand was bothering her, but reassured them that often when it rains her arthritis acts up. My little niece Maci spent the night.
When she woke up she felt funny, her hand and leg seemed numb, her jaw had a mind of its own and her words were slurred. She couldn't manage the phone on her own. Maci was her guardian angel, she called her Daddy, my brother Mark. Meanwhile my mother's friend Holly called her, and raced over when she heard my mother's voice. My brother took her to the hospital.
Today is Daisy's baptism. My mother was to stand in my place as her Godmother. My sister in law Shelley will take our place. Please pray for Daisy and her family... it has not been easy for them.
My mom is at the hospital, the same one that my father was in.... it feels odd for my family, too many memories surround that place to add more.
My mother has an army of love and attention with family and friends at her side. She is loved.
I wanted to talk to my Mom, but as there wasn't a room for her at the hospital, she was waiting in the hospital's hallway without a phone... my sister in law Suzy broke the rules and put her cell phone to her ear... My mother's voice though slurred sounded strong. She laughed, made jokes and told me not to come home. I started to cry. It felt good to hear my mother's voice, her trying to put on a good face... she is a tough cookie who holds alot inside. She asked me, "Do you have the whole world praying for me? That blog thing is powerful, tell them thank you I need their prayers."
Tests show a mild stroke, though it seems it started the day before, possibly right after I called her. There is a small spot on her right brain. Today they will know more about that spot and what it means...
Everyone, even my mother tells me to wait, and I am terrible at waiting.
I have just heard that my mother had a mild stroke. She is in the hospital. My brothers are with her... I feel like the gap of suffering and sadness that we have gone through with my Father has split open... the wound bleeds and each of us feels scared.
I await news from my brothers...the familiar song that stings in the heart of the ex-pat when far from the ones they love echos in mind, "Should I stay or should I go..." knocks at my door again.
The flights out of Marseille for California leave in the morning...
Please keep my mom in your thoughts and prayers.
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