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I get to the hospital this morning, after pouring out our family’s latest saga here, and I find my mother with monitors, and O2, and IVs like a regular hospital-type patient intent on getting well.  So I lean in to ask what might be going on, and she pats my arm.

“The doctor said I had to take care of myself.”

Out I go to the nurses’ station.  Come to find out Mom got pretty uncomfortable overnight, what with no pain medication and no oxygen to easy her breathing.  She decided suicide wasn’t worth it.  Then, her doc for the past thirty-five years read her the riot act.  No one seems to know exactly what he said, and Mom’s not telling, but I have never seen her so compliant.

I watched with my mouth agape when the nurse asked how she felt and Mom’s answer was, “Fine.”  She took her meds, ate a little breakfast, worked without complaint with the Occupational Therapist.  All of a sudden the Dying with Dignity bus got rear-ended by a semi full of Let’s Get Better.

I’m not complaining.  Okay, maybe I am.  As a former nurse and spiritual guide, I should know how to drive this vehicle.  I can balance the fight for life with supporting one’s final wishes, but the drama on this particular highway is of pea soup quality.  By the time I left the hospital today, my new motto was “Let The Professionals Figure It Out.”

With my sister’s blessing, I’m taking a day off tomorrow.  I’ll visit with my meditation buddies in Des Moines, see the new Star Trek movie, and go to my post-hospitalization support group.  No freeway pile-ups, no sudden lane changes.  Just a day to loosen up enough to take the next hit.  Because another one is bound to come.  And this highway is crazy enough without adding my own special brand.

Remember Drivers, hands at 10 and 2.

16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. docrob50
    May 21, 2013 @ 22:56:45

    with your inimitable way with words I seem to be beside you in the car and behind you at the movie – yeah we’ll be going to see that you betcha.


  2. Moss Piglet
    May 22, 2013 @ 05:16:08

    Do tell…is today’s photograph another of your family?
    Have a fruitful & enjoyable “Day Off”…Book will be posted Friday.
    Love to you and your mother & all your family xxx


  3. Michelle at The Green Study
    May 22, 2013 @ 05:30:40

    It’s a rough ride – the downs, the rebounds. Your mom (and her doctor) sound like real characters. Enjoy your day off and breathe….


  4. Littlesundog
    May 22, 2013 @ 08:22:11

    That’s the highway of life, isn’t it? One just never knows what’s coming from the front or the rear, and can we ever really be prepared? I’m glad your mom has had a change of thought. And, I’m thankful for wise words from the doctor. Sometimes we just need to experience a bit of discomfort and get the “riot act” read to us to get a different perspective.

    Glad to know you’re taking a day off the crazy highway to take the scenic route. Enjoy… stop and have a cup of coffee and just breathe!


    • Sandy Sue
      May 23, 2013 @ 08:11:15

      It’s hard to know which is appropriate–unconditional support or a bitch-slap.


      • Hope Happens
        May 26, 2013 @ 23:24:59

        Love your honesty and the good laugh I got. (thanks!) So glad for your respite, and for your wisdom in knowing you needed to take it. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Keep pacing, and take good care of yourself,


      • Sandy Sue
        May 27, 2013 @ 04:41:35

        You’re right. We pushed through the crisis at a mad dash, and now have to switch over to that mindful pace. I haven’t quite made that transition.

  5. Bobbi G
    May 22, 2013 @ 09:06:46

    Thinking of you my dear friend!! Why to let go of things that you can not control!! How awesome is that….


  6. pegoleg
    May 22, 2013 @ 13:08:15

    Um, that’s great? I mean for sure, that’s great! But what a roller coaster. Enjoy your day of head-clearing, Sandy. You’ve earned it.


  7. Snoring Dog Studio
    May 23, 2013 @ 07:29:16

    Ah, yes. The resurrection. Sometimes it takes a stranger to snap one out of the pity party or whatever she was going through. I’m glad to hear whatever happened was quite transformative. On to living now. Parents – elderly parents – are a roller coaster ride like no other.


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