My mother had me when she was almost 40 years old. My brother was 18 when I was born. I've always felt that he would have rather had a car than a little sister. But such is life, right? Growing... Continue Reading →
It has almost been 6 months since Mom died. For the most part, I feel I am coping well. On the outside there are no visible wounds. On the inside, there is something...something I can't quite seem to reconcile. It's... Continue Reading →
I am the youngest of a blended family. Both of my parents were divorced prior to marrying each other. And each of them had children. My mother, who thought she could not bear children, adopted my brother when he was... Continue Reading →
Over the last few posts, I have spent a lot of time on my parents and the struggles with "parenting" them. But don't forget...I am also the single parent to three children. Each one is different...very different. My oldest is... Continue Reading →
There are five stages of grief. In the past I worked for hospice and I often found myself teaching classes about grief. I know this all too well. Stage 1-Denial (No this isn't happening to me. No. No. No. This didn't just... Continue Reading →
Today is the first day I have had an opportunity to breathe...to come up to the surface for air. I left off at Mom's passing, but there is so much more I want to share about the experience. Mom took... Continue Reading →
Happy New Years Eve! Mom and I are together again tonight. Things are quiet here in room 752. It's not my first New Year's Eve in the hospital. In fact, at this very hospital, in 1999...the eve of the doomsday Y2K,... Continue Reading →
Here we are again. I am beyond thankful to have another night with Mom. She is completely non-responsive. Her breathing is slower and her blood pressure is steadily dropping. The doctor feels certain that she will leave us soon. I... Continue Reading →
Out of nowhere, Mom's condition declined...literally overnight. I got the call around 10:30 Sunday night. When the phone rings at that hour, the adrenaline surges through my veins and it's fight or flight for me. Recognizing the number as Mom's... Continue Reading →
