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Us …


A friend was telling me the story of how her husband proposed to her. I was surprised as I don’t see him at all as the sappy romantic.

She then asked our story…

I have told this story so many times I think it sounds rehearsed.

We met at the doctors office. I saw him and knew that second I was going to marry him. 22 years later, here we are.

See? Doesn’t sound as magical as it was to me.

Us..

I met The Man in the doctor’s office waiting room. Odd, huh? Makes me believe in fate for sure. I saw him and knew, that minute – that second – I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. He was (is) ” tall, dark and handsome ” with a mustache that took up his whole face.

Then I noticed the ring. Ugh. No way could fate do this to me.

We started talking and decided to meet for lunch another day.

Damn fate. However, I had many guy friends and if anything, we could be friends.

We had lunch. Talked about life, got to know each other. Discovered we have an age difference. Twelve years, though eventually we realized that we average together to be maybe 6 years apart, as I was born a grown up …

He was married, yes, but there were issues. Uh – oh. I don’t want to be the other woman. ( I wasn’t, but that is his story). I asked him if he had a brother? He showed me a picture and oddly enough, appearance wise, his brother was more my “type”. At least, in the past.

So we became friends. I introduced him to The Dork and that child was a great judge of character. He loved him immediately. We would hang out, take Dork to Stone Mountain, the zoo and the best was The Renaissance Festival.

During this time, as he and his wife were having problems, he was staying with his parents. They weren’t exactly thrilled. Honestly, if I were standing on the outside of all this, as they were, I wouldn’t be happy with the situation either. He had been married for 10 years and wasn’t yet divorced. The rebound thing and all, too.

I have never been sure if they liked me. I just know that they were worried about their son and as a mother, that is something I certainly understand.

Through these few months, I came to realize that I loved him and there was no way I could live without him.

We had dinner one afternoon and it just happened.  He kissed me and that was it. Butterflies and all of that.

Once his divorce was final, we officially started dating – we were able to finally call it that.

Three months later, we moved to Arkansas together and got married a year after that.

We have had our ups and downs. Our marriage is not perfect, no one’s is.  I don’t think it is supposed to be easy, but 21 years later, here we are.

We have come a long way baby. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

(btw – His brother? He had just started dating someone at the time The Man and I met…they were married 2 weeks after us, and they are still together, too)

 

But she’s my mom…


(Very to the point here or this could go on and on…Reader’s Digest version, so to speak)

Mom.

Her health had been much better for a while, after going into the nursing facility.

Not now. She has been in and out of the hospital throughout her time there, more and more as time goes on.

Beginning last November, she has been in and out of the hospital averaging every two weeks, for pneumonia.

We had gone to get a pedicure and she was fine, better than in a while, as a matter of fact- or so I thought. That evening, she was rushed to the ER. Pneumonia – again.  They did a bronchial lavage. They found spots on her lung. The doctor said probably cancer, but her health puts her at a point where there would be no point to treat it. They did other tests and found a spot on her colon. It is most likely an ulcer. Again – nothing to be done.

She had been in the hospital the beginning of October, and was in rehab at the nursing home. The day before the pedicure, she had scratched her foot on the pedal of the exercise bike. Was no bigger than a cat scratch. Three days later, her foot was blood red and twice it’s size. The scratch had gotten infected. She had to have surgery to remove the infection. It was quite scary, and is still healing now, 2 weeks until Easter.

She was released right before Thanksgiving and was in isolation for MRSA, which she had had before, and probably got again this time from the foot infection.Thanksgiving dinner was spent with her in the isolation room, in gowns, face masks and gloves. Much fun.

She was released back to her room, and two weeks later, back in hospital. Same routine until about the middle a February, the worst case yet. There was a day that I truly thought she was going to die. Then the next day – back to her normal self. That’s my mom…The next day, she was diagnosed with C DiFF, and back into isolation she went. Finally released back to nursing facility, and this time, while still isolated, they moved her room mate out so she could be in her own room.

Throughout this last stay, she made the decision to allow hospice to take over her care in the nursing home, and to not treat the pneumonia if it comes back. No more antibiotics or emergency room visits. No hospital stays. If she gets ill again, hospice takes the place of the hospital, she moves to their facility until she either gets better, or passes.

I understand, but am still not sure how I feel about it.She has finally gone blind, so there is that. I know she is tired of the pain. She is tired of depending on others for everything. I know she is tired of being sick. Tired of all the hospital stays. Tired of all the poking and prodding she goes through with each stay. To be honest, so am I. I hate seeing her sick and in pain.

But she’s my mom.

http://www.cdc.gov/hai/organisms/cdiff/Cdiff-patient.html

 

 

Eenie Meenie Miney Moe…


It’s been a while…a lot has been going on…where to start?

First, if anyone from WordPress happens to read this – I HATE THE NEW FORMAT. Also – I have noticed all of a sudden all sorts of typos and spacing issues through past posts…I spell check EVERYTHING before I post it (I have grammar Nazi’s for friends – I even googled the title to be sure it was spelled correctly) My grammar might not always be the best – as I write the way I think – chaotic, but spacing, indention and such…

Wait – did anyone else see that squirrel?

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Let’s start with the BIG news…The Dork is getting married! AND  —- they are having a BABY GIRL!

Next, actually, after the engagement, but before the baby, he took a job in Louisiana, however, he is now being transferred to Oklahoma

♫ O-o-o-klahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain… ♪
squi

Damn squirrel! Leave me alone or I am going to sic the dogs on you!

What else?

OH! Speaking of dogs..

I have decided what I want to do when I grow up – I want to be a dog trainer.

Everyone chuckles at  this as if this is a joke. (and this kinda hurts the wee bit of feelings I have)

Yet, I am serious. I love dogs. In fact, the more people I meet, the more I love my dogs.

So, I began looking into schools, but they are all online. I am not sure I would do well with on- line classes (see above mentioned squirrel ) so, I kind of put it on the back burner.. until…

The Man and I were out to dinner – a date night! We had gone to a Japanese restaurant we enjoy, you know, the hibachi type where they cook in front of you?

After dinner, I began talking to a lady sitting with us – about – can you guess?

Our dogs!

I told her about wanting to become a trainer… one thing led to another and she gave me the name of a trainer she knew who occasionally takes ‘apprentices’.

A day or so later, I received an e-mail from Maggie (not Dorks’ Maggie) and after a few e-mails back and forth, we met and well… I am knee-deep in a school book from the college she went to and my second day of “on the job training” (we do that 1-2 times a week). I am so very excited!

Goose started school and as of this writing – has STRAIGHT A’s!!! Woo hoo! We are working on getting him into ROTC so he can head to college right after HS and go into the Air Force or Navy as an officer. It’s proving a bit difficult as he goes to a private school and the public schools don’t seem to want to cooperate with the law and let him into their program. Fight the man! I am good at that.

That’s all for now…update on mom another day – the dogs need to go out and there is (always) laundry to do.

TTFN!
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