Mortality

So, I was at an appointment with my mom recently, and of course it was one of those routine appointments that everyone is encouraged to do at a certain age. But it is on that needs to be done at the hospital and not the doctor’s office, in well they had to sedate her and she fell asleep, the nurse wheeled her away to do the procedure, I waited in the exam room for her to come back. I began to think of all the times in my life I had sat in the hospital waiting for her to be ok and dreading that moment when she was not. My mom has been through a lot in her lifetime, she was in abusive relationships and was beaten on several occasions, she was beaten so badly that she would have bruises all over her face. She was an alcoholic, due to these factors she had an overdose of antidepressant drugs when I was around the age of six, it was very touch and go on that one the doctors told my grandma that if one more pill was in her system they could not have done anything for her, she was in intensive care for a while, I don’t remember exactly how long but I remember sitting in a chair outside her room because I was too young to go in to see her. She was then committed to psychiatric ward for a few months, she was in a bus rollover and was thrown from the bus. It was a head start bus, so a smaller bus. I have attached the news article below if you would like to read it. My mom was in the hospital for two weeks after this and only remembers three days. I was thirteen at this time. She has been hospitalized with pneumonia on a few occasions. She had an aneurysm fixed when I was 21 and has had herniated disks fixed in her back, she had surgeries on her hands, So as I said above she has been through a lot in her 59 years. Some of you I’m sure don’t think 59 is old and I certainly don’t think its old I am knocking on 40’s door. All the things that my mom has been through has left her in almost constant pain and left her taking pain meds every day.  

            When they wheeled her back in and I took her hand as she began to wake up and I looked at the age in her hands and at the wrinkles and age marks. I realized she was not young anymore, I was born when my mom was 20 so as I grew up I got to see my mom in her prime, she never left the house without her hair done and makeup just right. And now as I looked down at my mom and seen the gray in her hair and age in her face, I couldn’t help but think my kids will someday have a similar experience with me, and I hope to make them proud and to set an example that hard work pays off and that life in not always hard and that I tried to be a role model for them. My mom is an amazingly strong person and though we have not seen eye to eye I have learned a lot about not giving up from her, about how to be a better parent. Being able to pass those lessons onto my children and that someday they will pass them onto their kids.

            Thanks for coming by stay tuned for more interesting content. And in parting what lessons have you learned from your parents? Have you experienced a dose of your mortality? And do you feel that this happens more as you age

https://www.deseretnews.com/article/291289/2-WOMEN-HURT-IN-SCHOOL-BUS-ROLLOVER-ON-I-15.html