Jul 12, 2013
Thoughts
The bionic woman. The left hip is on the right of the photo.
~saw my surgeon yesterday and he feels it is best to just let the hematoma be, it will drain itself eventually. I just have to keep watch for infection. I also have to get back to my 3 times per day exercise session.
I was lucky that Dr. Oliver saw me between his surgeries.
~had a lovely chat yesterday with Mom’s social worker, thanked her for all she did for Mom in the hospital. She called herself Mom’s advocate, standing up for Mom’s rights, making sure that everything that was done was what Mom wanted. I found out that the official cause of death was respiratory failure.
~thanks to you all for your comments and support.
~because of your comments and calls and a conversation with my Dad, I have let go of the thoughts I expressed yesterday. I am now at peace with how everything transpired.
~my sister Denise who was at Mom’s bedside that night called me late last night. Poor thing, she is so worn out but she wanted to talk and share those last moments. We had a long and special conversation. As some of you know Mom was French and we went to a school run by nuns. Denise told me how she was praying in French and trying to translate the words of the prayers into English for her son. A special bonding time for them. They knew Mom had passed but they still kept talking about birthdays and Christmases and other special memories.
~Mom’s final wish was to donate her body to the University of Alberta Faculty of Medicine for study and research and her wish that no service be held. Yesterday morning her body was official accepted for research which made Dad very happy.
~Dad and I have had a few good chats over the past day. He is a bit overwhelmed with all the paperwork. He even has to go somewhere ( he can’t remember where ) to pick up the death certificate. Are these things not given out at the hospital? I asked him to get one of the kids to drive him around to get this done. Wish I was there.
~a friend of the family, Guy, passed ( at another hospital ) just a few days before Mom. Dad called with his condolences and memories popped up. It seems that Mom and Dad were attending a wedding at Guy’s wife’s family ranch when I was just 2 years old. I had to go potty and there was only an outhouse. I refused to use the toilet at home but had my first successful toilet experience in the outhouse. What makes this memory so special is that the ranch belonged to k.d. lang.
She is about eight years older than me. Thanks for sharing that memory Dad. My potting training is now famous.
~I am starting to feel more settled and will take things poco a poco. The initial shock has worn off. My heart remains heavy which is to be expected and small things make me cry. I am my mother’s daughter and I will be strong.
If I have to carry something I use the crutches as the walker has no baskets.
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Thinking of you….. It’s good to read that you are feeling some acceptance & peace with this transition.
I’m a big K.D. Lang fan and… you are a brave woman to let Colin take that second picture !
I really have to draw the line with Al sometimes… ha ha…. not really !!
Kelly
So glad to hear that you are feeling more at peace about your Mom’s passing and how it was handled. Glad you had a good talk with your sister too. It is never easy to lose one’s parents even when expected but it is wonderful that you had that time with your Mom just a short time ago.
So soon you be better than new, keep up the good work getting better quickly.
You know that you’re in my prayers (such as they are) and my thoughts. My parents are both gone and I still miss them so very much…
Things are settling down now and that is good for you. You are right to let the anxiety over your mom’s passing go. We change the things we can and accept those things we cannot change. I was not with my mom either but had taken a few hours off to go back to her house for a sleep, leaving my sister there by herself. It was OK. Mom woke up for a minute and communicated with my sister with her eyes. Gloria told her it was OK to go, mom smiled and was gone, just like that. I kicked myself around for not being there but who knows, mom may not have felt as comfortable and it may have been harder for her. These things just seem to work out for the best all by themselves. We are just passengers on this great ride called life.
Thinking of you and sending all kinds of positive energy to you and your hip. You will soon dance a jig.
You seem to be a brave strong women-we hope and believe that you will bounce back to your normal life.
the k.d. lang I’m thinking of is 51 years old. That makes you pretty young to have a hip replacement eh?
Hey Sue, good catch! Yes she is 51/52 so that means she is younger than me. So I guess I have to say I was potty trained at her parents place not hers.
FYI I had my first hip done at 58 and this one at 60. My surgeon did a THR on a 40 year year old last month. Age does not always define when your hip needs to be replaced.
So sorry to learn of your Mom’s passing Contessa. Our sincere condolences to you both and your family….such a difficult time.
And do take care of yourself…hopefully the hemotoma will heal on its own.
Hugs to both…pats to the girls
Contessa, so sorry to hear of your Mom’s passing. I know it’s probably more difficult given all you’re going through with your hip. You and your family are in our thoughts & prayers.