My brother and father were talking a walk through the upper floors of the hospital while I kept my mom company this past Saturday when through the windows off in the distance, they saw two large red tailed hawks sending on a fire escape railing outside a window. The adjusted course to try to find that window and eventually did... in someone's office. As they peaked into the doorway, the occupant of said office looked up, smiled and invited them inside telling them she knew why they were there. The snapped this photo and the office occupant told them that at least one of these hawks comes there often and hunts pigeons. They both look well fed to me.
Thank you all for the thoughts and prayers. It was nice to feel my cellphone vibrate with an email arriving letting me know that someone out there left a comment and was thinking about my mom at that moment.
I met my parents on the morning of the surgery along with my brother from Alabama and within about a half hour, my mom was being wheeled away to surgery. Of the entire process, this was the part she was dreading the most since last time she was in severe pain for nearly a day after surgery before they got it under control. This time despite assurances that it would be differently, it ended up the same way but at least that part is over with.
Mom came through surgery doing well and the surgeons said everything went smoothly. They cut around the tumor staying mostly in the healthy tissue so they never really saw the tumor and still can't say what it is until pathology reports back later this week. They did say that all the tissue left behind appeared healthy so they are optimistic that they got it "all." I use quotes because how can it be all when it keeps coming back.
By one o'clock the following day, my brother was taking both my parents home in one car and I drove home in my car. We followed everything up today with a get together along with my elderly grandparents and were just enjoying being a family. Everyone's nerves are raw and frayed so mostly we just had idle chitchat and listened to my eldest put on a music concert with her violin and piano.
My mom is still there and very much alive but coming out of surgery, she had no spatial reasoning abilities at all. If she left her room, she couldn't find her way back without our help. Everything else was there and just as sharp but that ability was just gone. It's bounced back a little in the two days since surgery and right now I am hoping it is mostly due to the pain medication and anything permanent will for the most part bounce back. If that was all that was compromised, I would trade it for what future we now have and I'm sure my mom would too.
Now we wait for the news.
I first heard it on the local news station with a brief report about a body found in a burnt out car in the neighboring county. The following day the newspaper carried an article on it and gave the address where the burnt out car was found. I knew exactly where that was and it is just a few miles away from the farm where I grew up.
I called my mom to ask her about it and she was able to tell me a little more. My dad had stopped and was talking with his hired hand down the road about something when another fellow, I'll call Steve and whom also lives nearby, stopped by to ask my dad's hired hand if he knew whose burnt out car was parked on the dirt road nearby. Neither the hired hand nor my dad did and so Steve called the police and drove off.
From where they were, my dad could see the police show up followed by a wrecker truck. The police left and then the wrecker truck proceeded to hook up the vehicle to tow it away but stopped before completing the task. The police, much more of them this time came back and were swarming around the car when my dad left for home. I assume the wrecker truck operator was the one who actually discovered the body.
This morning I get a text from my mom saying the police have identified the body. The body was Steve's ex-wife from 20 years ago. Hmmm.
My brother and father were talking a walk through the upper floors of the hospital while I kept my mom company this past Saturday when through the windows off in the distance, they saw two large red tailed hawks sending on a fire escape railing outside a window. The adjusted course to try to find that window and eventually did... in someone's office. As they peaked into the doorway, the occupant of said office looked up, smiled and invited them inside telling them she knew why they were there. The snapped this photo and the office occupant told them that at least one of these hawks comes there often and hunts pigeons. They both look well fed to me.
Thank you all for the thoughts and prayers. It was nice to feel my cellphone vibrate with an email arriving letting me know that someone out there left a comment and was thinking about my mom at that moment.
I met my parents on the morning of the surgery along with my brother from Alabama and within about a half hour, my mom was being wheeled away to surgery. Of the entire process, this was the part she was dreading the most since last time she was in severe pain for nearly a day after surgery before they got it under control. This time despite assurances that it would be differently, it ended up the same way but at least that part is over with.
Mom came through surgery doing well and the surgeons said everything went smoothly. They cut around the tumor staying mostly in the healthy tissue so they never really saw the tumor and still can't say what it is until pathology reports back later this week. They did say that all the tissue left behind appeared healthy so they are optimistic that they got it "all." I use quotes because how can it be all when it keeps coming back.
By one o'clock the following day, my brother was taking both my parents home in one car and I drove home in my car. We followed everything up today with a get together along with my elderly grandparents and were just enjoying being a family. Everyone's nerves are 
raw and frayed so mostly we just had idle chitchat and listened to my eldest put on a music concert with her violin and piano.
My mom is still there and very much alive but coming out of surgery, she had no spatial reasoning abilities at all. If she left her room, she couldn't find her way back without our help. Everything else was there and just as sharp but that ability was just gone. It's bounced back a little in the two days since surgery and right now I am hoping it is mostly due to the pain medication and anything permanent will for the most part bounce back. If that was all that was compromised, I would trade it for what future we now have and I'm sure my mom would too.
Now we wait for the news.
I first heard it on the local news station with a brief report about a body found in a burnt out car in the neighboring county. The following day the newspaper carried an article on it and gave the address where the burnt out car was found. I knew exactly where that was and it is just a few miles away from the farm where I grew up.
I called my mom to ask her about it and she was able to tell me a little more. My dad had stopped and was talking with his hired hand down the road about something when another fellow, I'll call Steve and whom also lives nearby, stopped by to ask my dad's hired hand if he knew whose burnt out car was parked on the dirt road nearby. Neither the hired hand nor my dad did and so Steve called the police and drove off.
From where they were, my dad could see the police show up followed by a wrecker truck. The police left and then the wrecker truck proceeded to hook up the vehicle to tow it away but stopped before completing the task. The police, much more of them this time came back and were swarming around the car when my dad left for home. I assume the wrecker truck operator was the one who actually discovered the body.
This morning I get a text from my mom saying the police have identified the body. The body was Steve's ex-wife from 20 years ago. Hmmm.