There are many reasons I don’t live on the western slope, but they do enjoy an earlier spring and a later fall, and I see the appeal. The fall colors in DeBeque Canyon were stunning on my drive over, mostly the giant old cottonwood trees. I don’t remember seeing them such a brilliant shining gold, a nice ending after five hours in the car.
I was tearing my hair out for a while listening to my mother and sister sorting through a drawer by mother’s chair, but all of a sudden a switch flipped and I had a hard time keeping the giggles in. Maybe I’m just tired, but I think there is a comedy routine here, I really do. I can see Carol Burnett and Vickie Lawrence all over this.
I think we’re ready for my sister’s surgery. It is scary because she isn’t in good health, and I can tell she’s scared, but it’s probably more to do with leaving Mother in my care than the surgery itself. As I listened to her tell the pre-admission person all of her allergies, sensitivities, etc over the phone, I thought , “Wow. Brave Doctor.” It doesn’t sound like a simple procedure, but for them I suppose it is.
We are nervous. I am nervous. We have done all we know to do to be ready, all of the “just in case” things. That’s my kind of insurance. Be prepared and then you don’t need it – kind of insurance. These past couple of days of caring for my mother, have been eye-opening. My sister’s love and devotion to our mother has always been apparent, but to see it and to do it, are two different things. It has been a blessing for me to take over, to spend this time with Mom, and to understand the depth and breadth of all that my sister does for her. Mom is very lucky to have such devotion at the end of her life.
Her surgery is over – and turned out well. Whoopie! Relief.