Grateful message for Sunday...As I had mentioned in yesterdays message, I had a family reunion celebration to attend. I was to pick up my 88 year old mother on the way. Change of plans...I called my mother just as we were heading from Eugene to pick her up an hour and a half away in Mt. Angel where she lives in a retirement center. My mothers voice was not her own, I could tell at once she was in pain. I cant go to the reunion..I had a fall, can you take me to the emergency room instead? I was glad I was already on the way, but the drive still felt too long. All along the way I thought about how falls often are the start of the down hill spiral for older people. I did wonder why she did not take an ambulance to the ER. Later I learned that she had taken that fall a day and a half before and just tried to push though. (so much like my mother!) So waiting another hour for me to take her wasnt even an issue for her. She wanted me there. Don and I scooped her up into my car and we went to the ER. She was indeed in severe pain, un-crying she had tears rolling down her face. The pain was in her lower back and hips. We quickly got back to the examining rooms. Don holding vigil in the waiting room. My mom was in pain. This is where I felt it happening, this thing I am grateful for...we changed roles. All those years of her being my mother, my rock, my comfort, my cheering section. I now got to be hers. Hard of hearing and suffering from confusion I had to be her interpreter to all that was going on with her. I held her hand in comfort as we waited for nurses, doctors, and tests. At times I had to be her voice as she misunderstood the questions from medical staff. At all times I was there as her advocate. We owe our mothers a lot. I am a mother, I know how much I do behind the scenes. This opportunity to be there for my mother felt like a gift for me. A chance to pay back if only 1/100,000,000 of all she has done for me. The medical intervention concluded when xrays revealed that there were no fractures in her frail little body. Her severe pain was all muscle strain and spasm. She was giving pain pills, muscle relaxants and anti inflammatory medication and released. I am grateful that my mother is ok, I am grateful that she allowed me to be her care giver for the day. I am grateful that these events werent necessarily the beginning of her end.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 15:00:53 +0000
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