I woke up at 8:30am and again at 9:00am, only because the phone rang both times. I was in a dead sleep. In a period of slightly over a week, I: celebrated a friends 50th birthday a couple times, celebrated 22 years with you know who, worked hard for a cause, celebrated my sister's 40th birthday, cried in church, listened to my favorite local band, featuring non other than Emma and My Handsome Prince, worked for my Mom, walked with 7 dogs, taught class after class after class, make a scene in pre-op (5 of us laughing, easing the jitters), watched my Mother go into surgery, wait, worry, pray, knit, visit, numerous trips downtown, got lost, went to a football game at the high school, watched movies with Audrey, celebrated 50 years of marriage of some friends, cried again, numerous phone calls with my Aunt, start a new knitting project. And today, thinking I SHOULD go visit my Mom, discovering she was being discharged, feeling I SHOULD go pick her up, feeling like a looser because I did not think she was going to be discharged, let MHP take the good car, WANTING to go to a free Ozomatli concert in Virginia, instead I sighed in the shower, took a nap, and went to bed early. I guess I needed all that rest.
Mom is resting comfortably at my Auntie's in West Virginia. Typical sisters, Auntie calls and says "Is this the person to whom I am speaking?" Mom gets on and says "Are you home?" Then giggles. The healing begins.