LIFE LATELY // I Hate Hospitals
But a couple nights ago, I would've given anything to be the one in that horrid hospital bed instead of my mom. Because that's where she landed, riddled with all the drugs and needles that always accompany such visits.
If you follow me on Instagram, you might've noticed my post about my mom.
Thank you to everyone for the wonderful response, support, and love.
Some people may scorn social media, but I'm in awe of what it can accomplish, and I believe every positive thought, vibe, and prayer that was sent our way did what it intended. It helped heal.
While initially I was told it had been a heart attack, it turns out my mother had suffered a stroke. What was unusual about it was the following 24 hours where she faded in and out, having the symptoms of a stroke wash over her and recede like a wave that never stopped.
I dropped everything and rushed back home to be with her.
Since I was a little girl, I had the self awareness to realize that my parents were older. Then dark thoughts of what I would do, what would happen, and other scenarios would plague me. Having this hit out of the blue sent all those fears rushing back to the forefront of my mind. Seeing someone you love and view as astonishingly vibrant get hit with a glimpse of their mortality is hard.
However, it is a part of life. It's not only age that can end you. Every moment of every day, the breath you draw is a gift. It's good to remember that.
We're incredibly grateful that mom is bouncing back to her old self! She's alert, talking more easily, and ordering bowls upon bowls of rice from the room service here. The nurses are already falling in love with her feisty yet sweet nature, as everyone always ends up doing.
Anyway, things should go back to normal on this blog, but it almost felt weird to ignore what happened and continue on as if everything was peachy keen and perfect in blogland.
The reality is that it's not. It rarely is.
But if you relish each breath and moment that you're gloriously living...well, what could be more perfect?
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.