My Mother!

More than anyone or anything, if I had to love one person for the rest of my life, I would choose my mother.  Upon hearing the news of a hellish disease, called Diverticulitis, I was distraught beyond measure.  What is that?  

Well, it’s when swelling (inflammation) occurs of an abnormal pouch (diverticulum) in the intestinal wall. These pouches are usually found in the large intestine (colon).  According to the experts, 10 to 25 percent of those who have it require surgery to eliminate the chance of more severe problems as a cause of infections.  It is painful and she has major diarrhea.  My mother is one of the most gracious and most beautiful people.  I respect her and love her and the reason is because she’s the only one who has truly accepted me for who I am, no matter who I ended up to be after stepping out the house to go to school.  

I talked to her for a good hour the other day, sobbing and crying when hearing the details of what she has to go through on a daily basis, it reminded me of those who endure chemo therapy.  Her medication has several side effects but the good news is that she is seeing a specialist on the 21^st, which gives me some relief.  I told her she might want to get surgery and she said that by doing that it would eliminate any future possibility of having this happen.  

Again, according to the facts, most people who have this don’t get infections.  Therefore, if that’s the case it’s called Diverticulotis.  So, my mom is kind of within the minority of people with the problem.  I’m so proud of her for being so strong, I told her that I love her and wish I was there to help her.  That day I heard the news, I was honestly looking for some cheering up, but my room mate just told me “not to worry about it,” and that he has had many patients who have had that and that it was “no big deal.”  But, that didn’t help.  If I had to be honest, there was still an empty worrying and even lonely part of me that was just wanting her.  

Living in Texas, under severe heat and high humidity and having her forced to change her diet from “normal” food to strictly liquid and maybe some tuna (however, going with that with caution), not being able to sleep and have her go through, what she said was “restless nights,” my heart went out to her.  I miss her touch, her smile, her laugh, her perfume, her comforting words, God, I miss her.  Should she die because of surgery, all hell will break loose.  She will be taking care of this and the doctor and team better know what they are doing.