My last few posts were small bits of "humor" from living day to day life with teenagers in the house. Tonight however, I'm finding it very hard to be humorous about much of anything; but, I am finding myself extremely grateful that I have these two beautiful young women in my life.
I have been having some health issues over the past year or so, for which I am still waiting on a definite diagnosis. I watch my strength deteriorate; sometimes it seems on a daily basis and find myself wondering, "What is my life going to be like five years from now?" The doctors thought they had a diagnosis and started me on the "cure-all drug" which caused a severe allergic reaction. In the past three weeks, I have been to the hospital or a doctor at least two to three times a week, have seen seven different physician's and have been feeling pretty lousy throughout the entire ordeal. The thing that gets me through my days is my family.
We seem to have a sort of "sick and twisted" sense of humor around my household. We like to laugh and enjoy each other's company (most of the time!), so of course, my husband and my girls all try to find humor in just about every situation that arises. They have been quick to come up with little "jokes" throughout all this illness and doctor stuff that help to take the edge off. It probably sounds strange to you that I actually enjoy having my daughters joke about my health issues, but you know, if I didn't have this humor in my life, I truly do believe that I would have lost my mind by now. The best part is, after the little "Mom joke" one of them will come and sit with me in my recliner, or on the sofa and just snuggle for a little while. 18 years old and still snuggling with Mom when she needs it; there aren't a lot of 18 year-olds out there that even like to still talk to their mom, let alone hug her and remind her that she's not alone.
Now, to add a little more despair; I was notified by the nursing home where my mom lives that she is deteriorating very quickly. We visited her one week ago, and when we went today it broke my heart. She has gotten so much worse in such a short amount of time; I'm afraid that she won't be with us much longer. Once again, my girls to the rescue. They climbed in the bed with Gramma and cuddled with her like they did when they were little and the look of joy on my mom's face while they lay there snuggling with her was total joy. Through all of the pain she is suffering through, she had a few moments of true happiness with "her girls" as she calls them.
So, I hope everyone takes a moment to cherish their loved ones. Those kids that try your patience and sometimes make you feel like running away from home, are also the most special and precious part of your life.
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