Mood: hug me
Topic: Ohana
This week must have been cooked up in Hell especially for me. My mom, who was born six weeks after the stock market crash which began the Great Depression, and who also has lung cancer, fell and broke her leg last Saturday. Everything since then has been a sort of blur of worry and trips to the hospital and phone calls to my sister and so on. The good news? When something bad has happened I stop eating and sleeping, so I get to have for free that hollow wasted look that Kate Moss used to have to spend SO much money on heroin to achieve. And I watch lots of TV in the night! I would like to take a moment here to personally thank the Three Stooges and On Demand cable for helping me make it through.
I think that since Saturday I have had about six hours of sleep, and have been subsisting on energy drinks, a Pria bar or two, a rather tasty Cobb salad had with Ben for lunch yesterday, and the milk from my Starbucks drinks. Can't eat.
We lost my dad to lung cancer shortly before Ben and I got married. He never did see Sam, Matt or Julia. And I would like to take a moment to thank Winston cigarettes for helping to make that happen. I remember the vibe I was getting from him when his time was almost done, and this week I was getting the vibe from Mom.
Her mind's been playing tricks on her, and at times she is pretty disoriented, and has trouble knowing dream from reality. She was fussing about losing her mind, but I said Don't worry, Mom. You don't really need to use it for anything just right now; Monica and I are taking care of everything, so let it go. I told her I was jealous -- finally she gets a rest! That seemed to make her smile.
This morning we settled her into a skilled nursing facility and I brought Sam, Matt and Julia in to see her. I told them beforehand that I wanted all the other old ladies to say Did you see those grandchildren of hers? They are so beautiful and well behaved. And Sam and Matt did a great job being quiet as mice, and Julia was in full bloom -- smiling and charming everyone.
My mom's face just lit up as she looked at them, and she played piggy-toe games with Julia Rose, her little namesake. And Julia squealed, and Sam and Matt grinned and blushed, and all at once I wasn't getting the vibe from Mom anymore.
Sometimes the best way to scare away death is to bring in a bunch of life. Thanks, Crumpacker kids! Tonight, I'll eat dinner and get some sleep.
Posted by Gretchen
at 2:23 PM PDT