2010 ended in a flurry of activity for me, and not all of it was good. Illness and Death aren’t anyone’s best friends at any time, but somehow they just seem worse when they shroud the holidays.
For those who don’t keep up with my Facebook wall because you have better things to do than hang out on a social site (and good for you if you do!), I’ll catch you up on the last quarter of my 2010.
The final months began under the pall of my BFF’s husband’s death in October. The drunk who caused it is now being charged not with intoxicated manslaughter, but with murder. This was the man’s third time getting caught driving under the influence. He was in a borrowed car that wasn’t insured by the owner, and he was smashed. I have no problem with the charges. Last I heard the trial begins in April.
During November, MSB, Mom, and I all experienced varying degrees of illness. I went through whatever it was I had while we were on our hunting trip in the Hill Country, meaning I spent the entire time in bed; MSB’s hit a week later; Mom’s was earlier, then she got hit with something else later. I logged over seven hundred miles on my car driving from home to BFF’s house to Mom’s house so many times during these few months.
I finally landed at Mom’s for the duration. Since September, I’ve spent more time here than I have at home. When Mom gets sick, she doesn’t pick the easy stuff she can get over in a few days. We’ve spent several weeks battling her low blood count, caused only in part by her condition of having only one kidney. The big culprit has been internal bleeding. As I write this, we’re not sure what the cause is, but the choices are Crohn’s Disease, Ulcerative Colitis, Acute Colitis, and just plain ol’ infection. I’m hoping for Acute Colitis or infection, because those can be treated and the entire ordeal will be done. The other two are life-long conditions.
As if that wasn’t enough, Mom’s heart decided to join the festivities, and she was diagnosed with supra-ventricular tachycardia–which is a multi-syllabic way of saying her heart flutters sometimes. Fortunately, the doctor wasn’t too concerned about it because we could point to a few things that caused it and each of those things were related to her anemia/internal bleeding (except that she had a breathing treatment for her asthma using Albuterol–which she shouldn’t have had, but no one knew or remembered at the time).
Right now, she’s on steroids–hyped up and hungry. It’s good to see her with a little energy again, even if it is superficial. I just hope I can get her to exercise enough while she feels good so that when she gets off the Prednisone, she’ll still have some energy. We’ll see . . .
I look at this short digest of events and realize even more how time flies. Ninety days worth of activities are listed here in highlights. Most of these days have been spent sitting, worrying; wondering what the cause of the various things are, how to fix them, how to help, what to do. I haven’t been home in several weeks. Christmas and New Year’s passed quietly, like footnotes in time. MSB has been understanding and supportive, threatening only once to make fajitas out of the cats–and that was during a time when he was pulling a week-long, twelve-hour shift. He’s far more patient with them when his hours aren’t so strenuous.
My friends have held me up in their prayers and have been supportive and understanding. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–I am so thankful for my cyberpals! We don’t have to be in physical proximity to be close. I’m most grateful for that, because the bulk of my friends are scattered all over America and beyond, and I love every last one of them.
God has been quietly guiding me, tolerating my private whining sessions, hearing my pleas. While He hasn’t snapped His fingers and made Mom well, He has delayed some of the more painful decisions–nursing home? assisted living?–and provided us with hope that she’ll get well enough to continue as she has for the past several years. She’ll be able to live at home again. And soon, I’ll be able to live at home again too.