I have learned that blogs are a sort of journal, a diary of sorts that we feel comfortable sharing with others. Maybe it’s the day to day life, maybe it’s a vacation we have taken or a hobby we have perfected. For me, I feel it is my own, little outreach program, where I can share my life in small doses with larger doses of magic and adventure. But sometimes, real life, and I mean the stuff that we never really want to talk about, sneaks in. Who would want to share the dark corners? What does that benefit to anyone? Well, it’s cathartic for the writer and usually relatable to the reader. That is the hope.
My step-dad had a heart attack last week and has been in the hospital ever since. Scheduled twice now for a triple bypass surgery, he has been waitlisted due to his tests. So Mom and Bob have been sitting in a hospital for a week tomorrow, and I had been on standby to help. Nothing is worse than waiting to see what someone needs and not being able to be with them, I can’t even begin to imagine the hell people have been living through with their loved ones in the hospitals suffering and/or dying- Covid or otherwise.
Once Mom said come, I left. I can’t be with her in the Hospital due to Covid rules, but at least she can. I reminded her that a year ago they would have never let her be with him, so that’s a good thing at least. I am here to drive her, food shop, make sure SHE is taken care of and mentally ok to handle all of this. I had that scary realization that I am at that “stage” in life where parents start to get sick, and the latter. We all know it’s coming, but who is ever actually ready for this??!? Good gravy, I certainly am not. I would like to stay in that hazy thinking that my parents will be around forever.
The drive took 2 days, 19 hours, and one really interesting stay in Baton Rouge, LA. I had stayed right after Spring Break, and every Fast Food place was depleted pretty bad, and the hotel I stayed at had a full house so there was a lot of “miscommunication” on what room was clean and which wasn’t. Again, this was such a rushed trip that I just booked something quickly so I didn’t have to do it on the road, but yeah, it wasn’t the best stay. Live and learn.
Grateful I am here safe and sound, tornadoes ripped through Austin the same day I was traveling in Texas. Mom lives really close to the border to Mexico, so I am pretty much as bottom as I can get in the U.S. right now. So happy to see her, so glad to be here to lift her through the anxiety and tears, and just at peace that she now has someone to help her get through this.
Bob is doing ok, they have him walking around, trying to get him to eat more. But they are frustrated as the surgery has been moved twice now, so the anxiety of waiting around for this BIG thing to happen has him and Mom very stressed. She is only allowed to come in and out once, so while she sits with him at the Hospital, I am cleaning up her home, washing dishes, and eventually packing them up to head back home to Wisconsin once he is able too. I don’t know how long I will be here….Mom asked how long I could stay and I said as long as she needs me. These are the real moments, the ones where you can help the most. I am just very happy and relieved that I could be here at all.
So there’s the update. Many have messaged me (thank you) and I just thought a quick message here would let everyone know what’s going on. So please pray for him on Thursday that everything is ok and he then starts his road to recovery. Thanks for the love, support, and good wishes….they help, they are appreciated, and they matter.