Curve Ball
Life just isn't fair. Today my mom--my sweet, wonderful, best-friend mom--was admitted to the cardio unit at the hospital for a possible heart attack. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being death and 1 being nothing to worry about, I think she's about a 5. She had chest pains starting last night, but nothing too bad and she thought it was indigestion. Today they were worse, so she went to the hospital. I hate this. I hate watching my mom be sick. I hate the sick-in-my-gut feeling that something might happen to her. I hate that I already lost my dad, and I feel like I cannot let anything happen to my mom. My dad was too young and my mom is too young. I am too young to be left alone, and that's how it feels. It's not fair. So for now we are putting the trip to camp (see previous post) on hold and waiting it out. If she has a partially blocked artery and needs a procedure done, I want to be here. If she has an infected hangnail, I want to be here. Being at the hospital with her was difficult, and it dredged up yucky memories of my dad's brain tumor. So it was a joy to come home to this...