When my mom went in for her surgery, I had asked my father to call me when she got out. 9 hours go by and I still hear nothing. Finally, after freaking out, I hear from my mom. She's out of surgery. Totally drugged up and out of it, and very sad. Next morning, again, out of it, in pain and sad. Then later that afternoon, I called again. She was my mom again. The drugs from the surgery had worn off. She was sore, but in great spirits. She has been ever since. When she went in for her post surgical check up, the doctor said it looked great! Granted, she hasn't hit the really challenging part yet, physical therapy, but I know she'll do great as long as she keeps up this great attitude! I'm extremely proud of my mom and the way she has handled the many challenges in her life. I don't think I let her know that enough. So, I'm proud of you, Mommy. You are one of my heroes.
I am very proud of my mom. She is a wonderful woman and has over come a lot in life. To start off, I was a late in life baby. Since I've stated before how old my mom is, I won't say how old she was when she had me so I don't have to give up my age. When I was in 6th grade, my mom had spinal surgery. She had two steel rods put in her back. She came through that amazingly well. When I was in 8th grade, she severed the tendons in her hand. Got full use back pretty quickly. When I was in high school, she had a double mastectomy. Again, came through with flying colors. So when my mom told me she had to go in for surgery on her rotator cuff, I really wasn't worried. I knew she'd be alright. She's 76 and not in the best physical condition (sorry, Mom), but I was worried about her attitude rather than the actual physical surgery. She was very down about it. Very scared, very nervous. It's a scary thing. I couldn't handle it. But this is my mom. She can do anything.
When my mom went in for her surgery, I had asked my father to call me when she got out. 9 hours go by and I still hear nothing. Finally, after freaking out, I hear from my mom. She's out of surgery. Totally drugged up and out of it, and very sad. Next morning, again, out of it, in pain and sad. Then later that afternoon, I called again. She was my mom again. The drugs from the surgery had worn off. She was sore, but in great spirits. She has been ever since. When she went in for her post surgical check up, the doctor said it looked great! Granted, she hasn't hit the really challenging part yet, physical therapy, but I know she'll do great as long as she keeps up this great attitude! I'm extremely proud of my mom and the way she has handled the many challenges in her life. I don't think I let her know that enough. So, I'm proud of you, Mommy. You are one of my heroes.
1 Comment
Mom
4/27/2012 02:18:24 pm
I write this while trying to wipe away my tears (tough to do since I can only use one arm!) So I decided not to cry anymore so that I can say a big THANK YOU to my darling daughter. What a beautiful tribute to me. I feel so very humble. Thankyou for words that I do not feel I truly deserve. You have made me look at myself in a very different light. And, believe it or not, I guess I like what I see! I never saw that in me before. You have been a real "upper" today for me. Your words -- coupled with what our Colorado friend said to me today -- was one of the greatest gifts I have ever received. Once again, my dear sweet daughter, I humbly thank you. I love you so very much.
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
Categories
All
Archives
March 2023
|