I talked to Mom yesterday and let me tell you she was a chatterbox. I hardly got a word in, but that’s ok and I gladly be that somebody to be there and listen to her when she feels like talking. To a point that is and I will touch on this in a moment to explain my thoughts a little further.The last time I talked to her was prior to her being admitted into the hospital. It was a different story then and she hardly talked. She was quiet and worried, not about her but about leaving the neighbors cat that she inadvertently (ha) inherited (and yes the neighbors are still alive) and who is now more her cat than it is theirs. I wouldn’t imagine that feeding it all those sausages had anything to do with it. Perhaps the love of an animal goes through its stomach as well and the cat naturally switched owners and stays with my Mom now. That animal has it made and lives better then some people, so all in all a smart decision from Mrs. Feline to stick with Mom.
Needless to say she was worried of who would care for the cat while she was gone and she was hoping to return quickly without having to stay away for a prolonged time. With what I would imagine a heavy conscience she went and was in the hospital for a little over a week. Without a doubt it was one of her quickest stays ever. Mom sounded good today, chatty and I felt relieved. Even though I never quite know how much she truly tells me, if she understands the seriousness at times or if she just leaves out a few important details because I’m too far away to do something about it anyways like she has said in the past. I remembered her wishing for a speedy return and thought that after her short stay it would be cause for celebration. I was wrong and to my surprise she stated that she had it made there, how good she had it, how wonderful the food was and that she could have stayed for two more weeks or more. Imagine that…
I was surprised for sure and it was after the twentieth time of her telling me told me how she could have stayed, that I lost my attention span. With each onset and her saying the same thing over again, I thought “oh no, not that again”. At first I was glad she enjoyed her stay and was well taken care of, but then it dawned on me and it hit me what was really going on here. She described her hospital stay as if she had just returned from a luxury vacation. As if she had visited some fancy resort that spoiled and pampered her, a place that was truly life altering as it took care of her the best way ever. The mentioning of all the meals led me to believe that she is not taking care of herself when she is home alone. Now back at home it became apparent that she missed what she had in the hospital and I could hear it in her unspoken words. No longer was there anybody to watch over her and with little to no interaction and human contact, this presents a whole different problem. If that is the case and she doesn’t take care of herself, then she lacks nourishment and without it she can’t heal her body and stay strong. It’s a slow demise that will continue to take its toll.
Tonight it is not just my Mom, but many others who struggle with their health, including myself and my dear friend “White Crane”. It is tonight that I would like to send healing thoughts and a prayer for anybody who finds themselves in need of one. I collect driftwood amongst other things such as moss, feathers, twigs and rocks when I’m out in nature on my hikes. I had an extensive collection of various goods with no particular reason as to why I picked those pieces up. They appealed to me in a way I couldn’t explain and there were no future plans of what they would become and how the pieces would fit together. Until many years later and until one day when I started to make these crosses out driftwood.
Here is one example of such a creation and tonight I’m sharing it with you to wrap you in healing prayer and a blanket of warmth and comfort. Xoxo