Wednesday, June 17, 2009

So Much to Say

But it is bedtime. After driving 450 miles today, I'm staying in a small midwestern city a bit further than halfway between my Black Hills home and the home of my parents in Missouri. An hour to the north and east from there resides Only Son and his family.

So glad I already had picked this time out to go home. I spoke with my parents on Monday and found out that my mother is in such congestive heart failure that her feet are oozing, especially out of the diabetic sores that are there (sorry, you non medical types). She has a stress echocardiogram lined up but not for another week and a half, and what they will do with her and when is kinda dependent, I guess, on that test.

Her doc, meanwhile, put her on a new diuretic. We'll see how that works.

I hate to call her during baseball season without checking the schedule of the St. Louis Cardinals; she is a rabid lifelong fan. She will not talk on the phone or do anything else if a game is on TV or radio. I mentioned during our phone conversation that I was glad I did not interrupt a game. She kind of chuckled and said, "Oh Honey, I've been too tired to watch baseball. All I do is sleep and hurt."

Too tired to watch baseball. Never have I heard anything like that out of her mouth.

I tried to get Taciturn to go with me this trip as I wonder if this will be one of the last times we will see her. He said he would come down if I thought he should--after I see her with my own eyes. My entire family of origin excels at creating a more dramatic situation in the telling than actually exists. (I almost ran home a couple of years ago when my brother called with ominous warnings about Mom's imminent demise; I called her myself and she told me she felt fine. Why would I think she was so sick? She was in the hospital as a precaution but only stayed a couple of days.) Anyway, T knows that tendency in my family so he is hanging back.

Besides, he really doesn't want to have to go watch little girls dance in a ballet recital. He went last year and does not wish to sit through that again!

And tomorrow I will see with my own eyes. I'm a bit apprehensive. I'll keep you posted, and I continue to covet your prayers.

4 comments:

ROBERTA said...

i will be praying for you tomorrow as you assess the situation with your mother. drive carefully and try to stay in the present. as julian of norwich was fond of saying, all will be well and all manner of things will be well...or something close to that. peace be yours this night.

roberta

Mary Beth said...

Oh, God, Laura. My parents are both failing but nothing like this. You are in my every prayer.

FranIAm said...

You are enveloped in prayer Laura!

Jan said...

Prayers. (((Laura)))