I thought I could write about the Berkeley race the day after running the Berkeley race. Apparently I cannot. The thoughts won’t come together. The words won’t process. I can see it all in my mind, but I can’t seem to put it to paper yet. It seems there is more emotion involved than I expected. So, I will back it up a few days to Wednesday night….
I spent the last five days in Northern California. The prompt for the trip north was my mom’s heart catheter procedure. Her cardiologist knew she has a leaking heart valve, and that half of her heart is just not working much at all. He wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else going on, and see if they can’t get her heart stronger, making the heart cath the next step in the process. As she was nervous, and my sister, who would accompany her to the hospital, didn’t want to go the day alone, I made the 6.5 hour drive up Wednesday. Mom’s procedure was set for very early Thursday morning.
My sister arrived at mom’s a couple hours after me. We went to mom’s favorite Mexican restaurant, and then headed back to mom’s to hang out. There is truly something to be said for hanging out with your mom and sister, without spouses and children tagging along. It’s been more years than I can count since we’ve had this opportunity. It was, for lack of a better word, awesome. We did talk about kids and husbands. We talked about family. We talked about growing-up memories. Mom had made a scrapbook for my brother for his birthday, which she let us peruse. I started crying. There were some pictures of my brother as a baby I’d never seen. It just brought back so much…..Mom and my brother’s relationship has taken a big hit lately, yet she took a lot of time to make this book for him. For the record, he cried when he opened it at his birthday celebration Friday night. We all cried. I’m praying it goes a long way for both of them in healing their relationship.
I am thankful for the night I had with my sister and Mom. You just don’t get much time like that as an adult. We laughed, and we cried. I honestly think we get each other a little better, as different as we are, and even for being family.
We were up ridiculously early Thursday morning to get Mom to the hospital by 5am. She was nervous. The time between our arrival and the nurses taking her back for her procedure dragged but rushed by at the same time. My sister and I headed to the coffee cart once Mom was back in surgery. The books we brought were hardly read, even after Mom was done and back in her room. We talked. We fought sleep. Mom had to lay flat for six hours following the procedure. The nurse came in every once in awhile, but for the most part, we were left alone.
The news was good. She does need a pacemaker, but hopefully, open heart surgery can and will be avoided. My sister left to go back home to her family as soon as we were back at Mom’s and had her settled. Mom and I spent the next day relaxing since she was supposed to take it slow and easy.
When my sister initially asked me to come up for this, I was mildly irritated. All I could think about was the amount of work it takes for me to be out of town…..coordinating carpools for school and dance, making sure the kids have what they need and get where they need, not to mention just missing them. But I’m grateful for the time I had with my mom and sister, in spite of the reason for being there. Sometimes God has something He needs us to see.