Do we know how to celebrate, or what?
I was awake, but just barely, when my phone rang at 8:00am on August 30, 2013. I thought about not answering; anybody that knows me would not call me at 8:00am, unless it was an emergency. By the third ring, I panicked; what if something had happened with mom? What if it was an emergency?
An hour later I met my brother and older sister at the Skilled Nursing Facility where our mother had resided for the past 30 days. Since we had removed so much when we thought we were going home a week earlier, it took us less than thirty minutes to load the remaining items in to our vehicles; another 30 minutes and we had mom safely loaded in to the car and began our caravan to the hospital. It was just after noon, when moms’ name was called; the time had come for the painfully slow task of preparing my mother for another surgery.
Once mom was wheeled away to the operating room, I joined my sister and brother in the waiting room; a short time later we were joined by my younger sister and my aunt. As you can imagine, there was a lot of silly senseless chatter among us; we were all nervous and afraid of the outcome of moms’ surgery. The surgeons’ appearance in the waiting room less than an hour after mom had been taken back startled us all; it didn’t help that his usual soft eyes and welcoming smile were noticeably absent.
|#4 HONOR YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER|
Had I called to make all moms’ follow-up appointments? Yes, I think so. Did I tell the hotel I needed to extend my stay? Pretty sure I took care of that. Had I called to put mom on the active prayer list at church? I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty certain they would keep her on there until we returned home. “Today’s the 30th, isn’t it?” I asked no one in particular while looking at my phone to confirm the date, “I’ll be right back”. I hurried to the car so I could charge my phone while I made a call; I couldn’t believe I had forgotten.