Catching Up

It's been a few days. My precious Mom was rushed to the hospital the other afternoon from her Dr's office. She was there for a follow up to a visit the week before, she's been having trouble breathing and the Dr. said she had a too much fluid around her lungs and heart, possible congestive heart failure, so he had her on medication and she was back in the office for a follow up to that visit, while there her heart rate was 188bpm.

We've spent the last two days once I get off work, going over to her house to feed her angels and make sure things were done around there before going to the Hospital. They put her in ICU to stablize her heart rate, last night the nurse told me they were going to put her into a room on the 4th floor once they had one open and ready, so that is a good sign. Mom said my sister Cid and her Hubby Bill are coming in to town today from North Carolina, they can't stay overnight, but they wanted to drive down and see Mom for the day.

The bond I share with Mom is amazing, I adore her and am so proud that she and Dad chose to adopt me into their amazing family 41 years ago. I have never once had difficulty with the knowledge that I am adopted, all of us were adopted except my oldest brother, who is Moms only biological child and he was adopted by Dad when he and Mom married. The story of Mom and Dad, is a truly beautiful and funny story, a real life, true love story that never fails to make me smile when I think about it. One day I will have more time and possibly will retell it here, I think it is one that is worth sharing with the people who may read this now or come across this blog one day.

I admit, I was terrified when that call came from my Aunt, well she had my counsin call and tell me they were transporting Mom to the Hospital, either way my heart stopped beating for a moment, I was scared, very scared. Mom is 74 and has not stopped as long as I have been alive, she still works a full time job, she tends to her house, her angels which consist of 3 featheredangels, 3 woofie angels and 2 meowangels (with a few strays who wander but always return to get a good meal and warm place to snuggle in one of the warm spots Mom has created in her carport for them to find and lounge in.

My fella about dropped over the night before Mom's Dr appt, we went by to visit Mom and there was a young possum on top of this counter/storage that Mom keeps in the carport with one crate for the cats to sleep in, a couple of bowls for food and water, misc gardening stuff kept in cabinet underneath etc, anyway we pulled up and there was a young possum, sitting on top of the cat crate just as cute as could be, so we walked up there my Fella was weary, eyeing the little guy warning me to be careful, stay away from it or it would bite and I just knew that wasn't true, to I slowly walked over to him, talking softly and started petting his tail and lower back, he looked at me but never once moved to bite.

My fella stood there with this look of astonishment on his face saying "I can not believe you are doing that, hell I can't BELIEVE he is letting you pet him, I have NEVER seen a wild possum who let anyone get close to them, let alone PET them like that!"

I laughed and he went inside (to tattletale to my mom I soon learned) while I spoon fed the possum some wet cat food before I set the small container in front of him so he could finish eating, I had a talk with him while I fed him, advising him to stay away from roads and the big machines with spinning tires that go along those roads, animals bigger then him with bigger teeth, I named him "Bert" and told him to not come around when the cats were around because I didn't want any one getting into a fight or hurting one another, then I decided it was time to leave Bert to him dinner and went inside the house.

THAT is when I found out that my Fella had tattled on me to Mom, who sat with this look on her face, her eyes staring holes through me as she said "WHY are you feeding possums in my carport?? That's going to encourage him to bring friends and family over to eat and I cannot afford to feed my babies and  a whole family of possums! AND I don't want them to fight with my cats!"

Needless to say, Mom was not happy with me or Bert, but I didn't care - I was happy he got a good meal and I made a new furangel friend, my fella is still muttering about my petting Bert, but I am just ignoring him now.

I miss Mom, I want her home and not in the hospital. I am scared and trying hard not to let it show.

Work calls. More babble to come later.