I am having an awfully hard time with the loss of my mother. Today it has been a month, and the realistic measure of that time has no meaning for me. My 2 brothers and 3 sisters aren't doing much better dealing with the loss either. Let's face it ~ there is no one else in the world quite like your mother. My sister asked me this week if I thought it was going to be this hard when we lose our Dad. I told her, uh ... probably as bad, if not worse, because that will be our last parent. And really, who isn't a Daddy's girl? Ugh, life just sucks sometimes.
This past week I spent with my Dad in Atlanta. His doctors were concerned about his health, fearing pulmonary hypertension (don't Google stuff like this if you don't want to be scared to death), and fluid retention turning into congestive heart failure. He had doctor appointments and tests scheduled for every day but one. While I was there, he came down with a bronchial infection ~ not good when you have COPD to begin with. So it was fortunate I was there to help him get through a busy and taxing week. Come Friday, the last appointment with the cardiologist bore good news. Test results did not support a diagnosis of pulmonary hypertension. Yay!
Dad, with his deeply rooted faith, seems to be coping with the loss of his life's partner of 58 years very pragmatically. The decline of her health was slow and steady for the 4 1/2 months leading up to her passing on October 17th. While we, her children, supported her every step of the way and expected to bring her home from the hospital on 3 or 4 occasions, and help nurse her back to health, that was not to be. I am struggling to focus on the happy memories instead of those of the last few months spent fighting, I felt, just as hard as she was to stay with us. Close to the end, after enduring numerous diagnostic tests, the unconfirmed diagnosis was pancreatic cancer, and, 6 days before the end, the prognosis was "it won't be much longer." At that point, as was her desire, she was released from the hospital to go home under hospice care. I still would not believe. Denial. I started reading the Hospice booklet. Realization started creeping in. It is so terribly hard to let go. Now she is no longer in pain.
Objectively, she was 86 years old and had enjoyed a full, beautiful life, surrounded by loving and devoted family: her husband, 6 children, 13 grandchildren, and 2 great grandchildren. To us she was THE best mother in the whole wide world. We will miss her smile.
Please pray for me. She doesn't need it ~ she is an angel now.
Been there, done that ~ Attempted a career change to medical billing/coding which didn't work out. My primming days are far and few between of late, and I miss it, although I know I will never give up pursuing creative interests! Looking forward to re-entering the work force. I figure it's just a matter of percentages and keep applying for anything I am qualified to do. Selling the house and moving for hubby's job may be a change we will have to make in the near future. Life's plans for you are always a moving target, aren't they?