Going about my normal routine last week, an unexpected phone call from Mom comes through my cell phone. StepDad was airlifted to Eugene for emergency heart surgery.
Suddenly, the uneasiness I was feeling over my relationship with Mom, didn’t matter. I fought back all the negative things I wanted to say, because it wasn’t about me. It wasn’t even about her.
Being over 800 miles away, I knew I couldn’t do anything. Once I was able to speak with him after the surgery, I felt a little more like I knew what was going on. And when the doctors said someone had to stay with him for four to six weeks, Sis and I knew it was our turn to take care of him.
We gave notice to our jobs, and into the car we got. After 15 hours on the road, we had finally reached our destination. The heart ward of Sacred Heart Hospital. Where I have nothing but admiration for the entire staff that had to
put up with take care of StepDad. He was no easy patient, I can assure you.
For two whole weeks, Sis and I are here helping in his day-to-day activities. Cooking, cleaning up, vacuuming, grocery shopping, walking to the mailbox, and driving.
His life isn’t very active. He watches television to pass the time since he doesn’t really have much energy to go anywhere. That’s okay with me, but I can only watch so many episodes of Pawn Stars or Matlock. I mean, come on. Is it realistic to believe that Matlock can practice law in ALL 50 states?
It’s been raining here. It’s not a heavy rain, mostly just a constant mist that comes down. Today though, it’s actual rain…
I was able to get out to the post office today. Amid the rain and splashy puddles, I ventured out to get two very important things mailed.
Valentine cards for my RJ and JK.
Happy Friday, y’all!