As I grew older, and lot more appreciate of all my moms efforts; it amazed me all of the time and concern she gave me over the years. It was mom who spent countless hours at the hospital, at physical therapy and cheer leading me down the path of life. Now it was my turn.
I got the call early Sunday morning that mom had suffered a massive heart attack and was only alive because she was on a ventilator-the news came like a punch in the gut. I’m a believer in the glass is half full but this shook me to the core. When I walked in the hospital Sunday evening there was mom, in an induced coma struggling for her life, and there was nothing I could do. Now I was getting a flavor of what she had gone through so many years ago.
Mom was touch and go for several days. The hope was that she would regain enough strength so they could do a triple bypass surgery. Fortunately that came to be and all those hours of agonizing and feeling helpless came to pass. It made me even more appreciative of all that mom had gone through and all she had done for me on my road to recovery. I had the pleasure of spending time with her this Thanksgiving week, watching her slow but steady progress. It was a special Thanksgiving this year and it gave me added incentive to finish this book and dedicate it to my mother!
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