I talked with my mom today. I was thrilled deep inside with a love so strong I swelled with each intake of air. The instant I heard her voice my body tension eased. She sounded happy and filled with joy like always. She taught me that it takes 42 more muscles to frown than it does to smile. That is the secret to her young look, she’ll tell anyone!
She’s gotten home a week ago from a rehab facility that ultimately did surgery on her right arm break a month ago. They wanted to see how she would heal those first three weeks and see if surgery on the arm would not be needed. Well, we know the answer now. No. She ended up getting metal in the arm for function.
Timing: My sister had her back surgery on Thursday, and then Mom fell on Sunday and broke her hip and right arm at the femur… like, broke!
Mom’s birthday was the next day. Imagine that!
She said, “My good arm is not good, and my bad hand is still bad.” But, she has a great attitude. My brother said, “Her attitude is sassy,” so she is making the most of this situation.
Her husband fell on the day she came home and scraped up both hands. My brother said he should call the ambulance, but he would not even go to the hospital. My brother bandaged him up when he needed stitches. Low and behold, five days later his hands are good to go. My brother says his skill set was what did the trick. So glad he is there to take care of Mom and her husband. And he is just taking it day by day.
HE IS FOREVER WITH ME 