My uncle is still in his process of dying from cancer though I believe he's home in bed today rather than in hospital which will really kill you quickly if you're sickly. It's his wife's birthday also. Happy Birthday, Renee! Good times, huh! Phewie!
My mom is going to be with them. Mom is very good at snoopervising these kinds of situations. She has always been very comforting to me when I am ailing - as well she should be since I blamed her for much of my illness(es). But that is another post for another day.
Mom told me about a time when I was hospitalized years ago with an infection in my leg. I was on the brink of death, just about ready to buy the farm. Mom was very worried I might die that day and wanted me to fight to live. I think I thought I was fighting though she perceived my weakened, sickly condition as giving up. It would have taken a lot to kill off my enormous body at that time. Well, except for sepsis - that works on any size body. If I had died, it would have been sepsis that killed me. Apparently I didn't die so I don't even know why I brought this up except it got me thinking more about people being hospitalized and in pain. But on their birthday? Come on!
My uncle is so very sick and in pain. (And Bella is laying over there in her corgi-hair-covered bed letting out a huge, relaxing snore - she is clueless - not a care in the world. Typical corgi. Lost in their own world of rest and order while everything else seems to spin out of control. Keep on herding, Bella.)
When cancer spreads to bones, man o man, it hurts like hell on earth. I only know this from watching cancer patients suffer with, and then die of cancer that has spread to their bones. My uncle does not even remember that I was there in the hospital ER with them a week ago. His wife told me this via email today. Guess my visit wasn't much of an impact but is that why we go visit people in the ER? To impact? I brought her coffee (sometimes it's those little things that get us through a day). I impacted her.
This hospital visiting thing got me thinking. When it comes to these sickly types, you can always say that you went to the hospital ER and sat with them and held their hand. You even sent flowers. When the sick person says they don't remember your being there, that's not your fault. It's the sick person's fault for being so out of it. Insist to them - if they are still alive that you cared enough to visit, and obviously they didn't care enough to be conscious of your effort. Too bad the sick person doesn't remember. You did your part. You thought about them. You didn't ignore their suffering. You suffered right along with them. You were there! I swear I saw you. Pinkie swear!
Please get better, Joanne. I was going to text you and remind you that my dad died of pneumonia, however, I thought twice about that and decided I'd write it here instead. It's not a very helpful thing to say to people who have pneumonia and are advanced in age as we seem to be... oh yes, and Happy Birthday to you, young lady! You are the one person I know on this day who won't be caught taking their next breath for granted.
I wonder if my mom was really there in hospital with me the day she thought I was dying or if she just said she was there to make me feel better, to show her concern? Maybe she asked for a miracle that day and maybe she got that miracle, and here I am years and years later, still alive. Or maybe she asked for a miracle and she didn't get that miracle, and here I am years and years later, still alive.