Long Crazy Day

As I so eloquently stated the other day, my mother had gall bladder surgery. It's a pretty common surgery, but when you are 63 and have had diabetes for 20 years, nothing is really common, but she had got through it.

But today, around 1 pm, I saw that I had a voicemail. It was my dad saying:

• My mom couldn't breathe this morning
• They went to the hospital
• They found fluid on her lungs
• His cell phone didn't work in the hospital, he would call when he got a chance

And that is all I heard for three and a half hours.

So I spent three and a half hours doing research on lung fluid, thinking, "No news is good news" and crying at my desk thinking about how my mother might die and about her funeral arrangements (which she eerily told me her wishes about earlier this summer) and being selfish thinking, "I am only 28 years old and am too young to be without a mother.

But I finally got a phone call and my dad said the same thing he said before and that she would have to spend a few days in the hospital and that the doctors didn't seem too concerned...anything that was wrong could be fixed.

I went and saw her and it was comforting. She wasn't hooked up to a million machines and seemed in decent spirits considering.

It was an emotional day. It was a wake up call. Need to feel a change for your life? Go visit a coronary care unit in a hospital.

I just needed to get these things off my chest. Thanks for listening.