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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday w/Shell (Get out the tissues! It's a tear-jerker.)




It's Wednesday, and it's anything that YOU consider pouring your heart out about today, as well. There isn't ever a theme or topic that you have to blog about- it's completely a personal thing. If you wish to participate, please feel free to click on the POUR YOUR HEART OUT button above and you will get all the info on this carnival that you need.

Seeing what Angel is going through, with her mom having a heart attack and Angel's sheer will to be "the rock", had me going back through time. To twenty years ago in to my past (will be 21 in October).

To this day, I remember waking up to my dad yelling at my mom to "wake up" over and over at six in the morning, along with that loud banging noise he kept making on the coffee table beside her.

When I had gotten up and went to the living room, I saw my mother sitting there. But it wasn't her. By that time that damage was done and it was too late. She sat in the chair of her's for HOURS before the discovery by my father. She was in and out of conscientious, you had to yell at her for her to hear you, she wasn't able to speak or move one side of her body. Hours later, after she was taken to the hospital, I sat in her chair to get ready for the day, only to realized she lost her ability to hold urine, being I sat in pee that SOAKED the chair.

Later on in the day, I found out that my forty-three-year-old mother suffered a massive stroke and survived it.

To have to see her in the hospital, and then the Rehab/Nursing Home Center crushed me. I was only twelve years old at the time. Later in life, I did find out she tried to starve herself to death, being she didn't want to live that way. She felt like she was a burden to both myself and my father. Near the end she had to be trached (a tube placed in her throat to help her breath) thanks to the paralysis harming her lungs, as well as STILL near the end, battling lung infections.

For all the times that I went to see her, before leaving I always told her "see you later". And she was in the hospital for twenty-eight days (Rehab Center, actually).

But on that last Saturday, which was her last, full day of life, I told her, with no one else around that it was "okay to go home". I gave her the RIGHT to die. I gave her the PERMISSION she seeked from my father. When I did, I let her know we (Dad and I) would be okay and that I understood.

Under that, though, in my mind I could hear myself getting angry. I did NOT want her to leave me. Not yet. And I resented my father, who must not have cared (in my mind) enough to let her go and be in peace. Why ME? I was only twelve. A child. And I had to do some VERY grown-up things at that time of my life. Both with her in the hospitals and after her death.

What did she do to deserve her fate? And what did I do to have to live my life without my mother, and see her slowly rot away for a month, and could do NOTHING for her, but release her.

As I have gotten older, I have learned some valuable lessons. Starting back twenty years ago, as I loved my mother the best that I could for that last month, before I actually of all the times, on her last day of life said "good-bye, Mom", instead of "see you later".

1) Life will NEVER be fair to you.

2) We all will lose those that we love and cherish in this life. No way around that.

3) Be strong. But learn to let it go and stop being other's rocks, to take time for YOU.

4) We will always have "WHY?" moments. And not all of them will have an answer.

5) Yes, the pain of loss does go away. But NEVER, EVER completely. A piece of your heart will ALWAYS hurt and yearn.

6) Timing is not always on our side. Feel blessed when it is, and ask for courage and strength to walk through the fire when it isn't.

7) It's okay to be angry and/or sad. Even twenty years later.

8) Doctors are not God. They can only do so much. After that it's up to the patient and up to God what happens from there. There is nothing you can do about it.

9) Life's lemmons sometimes stay sour, no matter how much sugar you add. You still have to drink it.

10) Trials by fire don't ALWAYS leave you burned at the stake. Good can come from tragedy. Like a new lease on your life and three kids, with a wonderful husband to boot.

7 comments:

singedwingangel said...

Missy I have always marvelled at all you have been through and still standing. I am not sure I would have handled it all with the grace and style you have and still do. I KNOW I couldn't have dealt with my mom a such a young age.. Iam barely making it now..ty for your love and your prayers...

Cluttered Brain said...

What a great post!
I mean it. Thanks for pouring out your heart and telling us about your mom. Wow.
You are a strong woman.
I agree with you on the lemons too.
Somehow no matter how much sugar you put in it, the lemonade still tastes sour. And you still gotta drink it.

Oh man! God bless you dear.
And oh what a wonderful thing to do to post in Angel's honor...Angel is a wonderful friend, isn't she?

Shell said...

Oh, this made me tear up. You're so right- life isn't fair and bad things happen. We have to get through them the best we can.

Thanks for linking up.

Stephanie said...

Terrific post! I am a new follower. It's very difficult to lose a parent at any age, I was 27 years old when I lost my father and I cannot imagine having to go through that at the tender age of 12. (((HUGS)))

The Simple Jocabell Life said...

You have Poured your Heart Out and in the process have poured my tears out... My aunt left behind 3 wonderful boys, the youngest was 3. It has been 14 years since her battle with breast cancer took her from us. The night she passed her littlest was staying the night with my mom and he would always sleep with his mom. We all feel that she was waiting for him not to be there for he was only 3... Losses are hard, but we only grow stronger...

Diane said...

What a heartfelt post. I know it coudn't have been easy to write. My own mother has started having some serious health issues, at 68,and is undergoing lots of testing for a diagnosis. She's in a lot of pain and cancer is being considered a possibility. I'm a mess inside, at 39, so I can only imagine what it was like for you at 12. ((Hugs))

Robin said...

I really can't imagine going through something like that at 12. I don't like to think about it as an adult. You are right about life not being fair. No doubt that experience made you stronger and prepared you for the things to come.

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