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Monday, April 18, 2011

Storm clouds

Most people get jubilant when April arrives. Even in the gloom of rainy days, they look forward to the budding flowers and warmer temperatures.

For me, I am beginning to dread Aprils. Last year, just before the end of tax season, my office computer died. I was scrambling to get a new one up and running before I lost too many precious work hours. This occurred about three weeks after my parents and my father-in-law were all in the hospital at nearly the same time.  Fortunately, the elderly folk recovered, and I had the new computer working and all files restored within 24 hours. Deadlines were met and clients were happy.

This year, I was whizzing away, feeling very confident that things were very much under control, and I was even thinking it might be a much less stressful end of tax season.  Until April 7th arrived - when I must have angered Thor with my confidence, and he struck me with a jolt.


I arrived at my parents' home at 6:30 am that morning, as I do daily, to fix their breakfast and help my mom with her compression stockings.  I walked into the kitchen and found my mother lying on her back on the floor, eyes glazed and lifeless, and her breathing gurgling and shallow.  I knew she wouldn't make it.  Quickly, unexpectedly, with no pain - just as she wanted.  Brain dead. 32 hours later she was gone, never awakening from  the massive stroke that struck her down.

When they removed the breathing tubes that first morning, I was told it wouldn't be long before she passed, but she didn't follow any of the "normal" routine. They didn't know the women in my family. We're determined and tenacious and obstinate. No one tells us what to do and when, even when oblivious to our surroundings.

After 12 hours of sitting alone with her in the hospital room, she never deteriorated further.  My brother brought my father there for a brief, touching moment, and then we all went home to try to sleep.

I was back before noon the next day while my brother stayed at home with Dad, and only then did things change.  At 2 pm she finally quit fighting.  "Good-bye, Mom. Have a great trip," I said.  Two days later we buried her.

And then last week, my father-in-law went into hospice care...

5 comments:

white rabbit said...

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Of course the opening lines of T.S. Eliot's so good it hurts 'The Wasteland'. Message sent by other route...

the sandwich life said...

I'm so very sorry....my thoughts are with you. Very much with you....

Red Shoes said...

Oh My God... I am SO SO sorry... *huggles*

God Bless...

~jim~

Crockhead said...

You're going through a lot. Even though you're strong, it's tough. But, this too will pass.

Catch Her in the Wry said...

Thanks to all of you for your kind words.