Mom’s surgery is over today was a day to begin recovery and it was horrible to watch her suffer in horrible pain and me being me I demanded they start caring for my mom as much as I cared for my dog. They got the message and started doing all they could to stop all the break through pain that was gut wrenching to watch as a helpless daughter. So yes big mouths are good 🙂 When my brother went after work tonight he said she was in a better place and enjoying a North End Cannoli yes from the North End of Boston. I can sleep better tonight knowing the insanity will soon be over and she will be sent home where I will do my best 12 to 13 hours a day to see to her needs. Honor thy Mother and Father.
Some good news I got on my way to Boston the two paintings I did and worried about sharing in an art show well the man said the one titled Maine sold today 🙂 show goes till the AUG.1, hope I sell both and they love them hung in their home or office 🙂 The meet and greet is tomorrow night.
Depending on how life goes I will try to keep up here but by phone it just doesn’t work well for me.
Trying to catch up on life in the world of blogging 🙂 It will be fun reading all I can of yours.
Here are a few updates on my world if you have been following along that is.
May had me busy with Mom daily from 7 AM till 7 PM except days my brother took her into Boston to have her cast changed, about every 2 weeks or so. Last time I posted was on the 17th I think.
With a new Pacemaker keeping my man’s heart beating properly I am still fearful for him who has diabetes, High blood pressure, arteries filling with crud faster than a new diet plan can fix.
He is home and feeling better and just had another birthday which would not have been possible had he not said yes to the surgery. On the day after his return from hospital stay I rounded the corner to home only to see loose dogs in the roadway and a man on the ground appearing to be looking under his truck but something just said to call out “Hey you OK?” no reply so I dial 911 and ran to his side with my man leaving JT in the car and joining me. Others joined in when they saw me run and then yell towards the home where he was parked. A woman with severe anxiety said she had taken a course long ago in CPR so as the 911 responder and I counted she pumped on his poor chest. I had seen him take his last breath as his arm slowly fell to the ground, his mother in disbelief kept walking back into the house leaving us with her son.
In the end we would learn he had recent heart issues and had come home to tell his mom “I may make it to my 42 ND birthday” he died the day before and in doing so I hope all the while my man was paying attention and feeling a little more grateful and not thinking of the pain he was in. I swear I can not make up this life I live.
Now I was so stressed with leaving him home alone to recover while I sat with Mom and called endlessly for her cat Ralfie to come back home. I prayed as well as made promises and got a call from someone who saw his photo on Facebook Missing Pets pages, many of them I added his photo too, though knowing in my gut he was close and just scared to show himself, indoor only cats are like that but I never gave up. I filled traps that caught my brother’s cat and a possum but not a gorgeous black cat.
Some were getting angry I am sure for trying to keep mom positive about finding him after all he was just a cat right, well no he was her world. He kept her going after dad died needing food and fresh litter and lots of hugs how could I tell her to give up when he never gave up on her for those 4 months she spent away from him in hospital and rehab facilities.
So back to the call and the text of a photo of a cat just like him. He was really just a town away and after 17 days gone surly he could travel the 4 miles in the woods but cross the river I doubt it but I wanted to return him so badly to mom who was loosing her mind with worry as well as her will to get strong and go home. I went two times to try to coax cat out and into the cat carrier but last attempt with my brother was the saddest. We had taken 2 cars so he went back home to mom and I travelled in tears to my home arriving long after my due time praying the cage I left would soon have Ralf inside. I was not home but 5 min. when my brother called to ask me to just go back to that couple’s home and retrieve his carrier. It was as if I was the only one who believed he would come back to her. I prayed not only for God to show him the way home but closed my eyes on the way home asking my daddy to show the knucklehead the way back to Tom’s home. So I asked are you giving up too? He then says” actually Ralf is sitting on moms lap as we speak!”. Are you kidding me I went from such despair to such joy all within moments HE WAS HOME!
Seems his daughter was in a new car with her boyfriend who was learning to clutch again and as he stalled out the headlights stayed on and they saw his beautiful green eyes shining brightly just 2 doors down on steps that looked just like the ones he ran down as he had made his escape. They came home got a towel to wrap/catch him in and he was home! He was so emaciated having lost 1/3 of his weight and his hind leg was out of its socket but he was in moms lap.
Now to get them both on their feet and as healthy as they can be with her almost 80 and him next weekend turning 15.
Oh and I think I see my first gray hair growing at my hairline in front, stayed tuned more to come trust me lol
Forgot to upload his AFTER photo sorry I will add later.
Arizona is far from home for us. We live in the Northeast and this is the Southwest.
For me, a Trucker I always traveled far from home but for the most part I traveled within the United States with a dash into Canada now and then.
This trip was special as the man I loved was not given much hope of a long life so we packed up the old Chevy van with camping supplies and Gold Prospecting equipment we already had and the pup of course and headed west. He had never been past the military base in Texas and that was so long ago for boot camp. He flew in and out of there. So this would be a journey for him but for me it would be like old times, well without the shifting.
We stayed out on BLM land for 6 or 7 weeks till we had to come back for another visit with his doctor. He did not want to go back home least of all for more tests. I missed home and my kitty too much to hide my head in the sand of the desert. We loaded up the old van and said our goodbyes to all we had met and I snapped a few more photos.
We came home to good news much to their amazement. We could once again take out the map from my old trucking days and plan a trip far from home.